“Did she go to bed?”
“Yes, about an hour ago. I can hear her snoring now.”
“I can’t hear you very well, can you speak up?”
“No! She’ll hear me!”
“And what if she did?”
“She would be pissed.”
“Hmmm… maybe we need to springboard off of that tonight then, don’t we, baby?”
I sneak into your living room, wearing my tight-ass black yoga pants with white thin tank top (no bra). I’m barefoot so I can be quiet. You’re sitting on the couch, beer in one hand, tv remote in the other. I giggle as I step in front of you, so you can’t see the tv anymore; I don’t think you care. I take your face in my hand and caress your scruffy chin where your beard is trying to grow in overnight. I lean down and kiss your beer-tinged mouth warmly. I’m here for you now, baby. What are we going to do now? Lead the way.
You pull me down onto your lap; you feel delicious! Immediately, I reach down and go inside your sweat pants and feel for your cock; it’s flaccid, but only for a moment. I roll it around in my hand, sliding it down so I can grasp your balls, too… running my hand all over your groin area, making you hard fast. Yum! You’ve got a hand on one of my tits, making my nipple stand up tight and hard. I pull your head down as I move the shirt out of the way. You begin licking my nipple, then nibbling it. Oh, god, you feel so fucking good already.
I could just sit here and jack you off, but what would my pussy do for fun? I jump off your lap and strip quickly. You, too, pull your clothes off and now we are naked, standing next to each other. We embrace, kissing deeply and hard, caressing each other all over. Your hands are on my breasts and ass, all at the same time. I tweak your nipples and you groan a little. I remind you to be quiet! Your cock is so hard, I want it in me now, so I sit you on the couch and straddle you, lowering my wet cunt onto your rock hard dick. I meow as I feel you fill me. You moan deliciously.
What’s that? Did we hear something? I don’t stop my rocking on your cock, you holding my ass in your hands, one of my hands down on your balls. Out of the corner of my eye I see movement, but am too deep with sex to stop moving. Is she watching? Oh, lord, she is indeed. I find where she is and look at her; he doesn’t see her yet. I look her in her eye and rock my cunt onto her husband. She’s standing there in her pajama gown with flowers on it. I see she is partly horrified and partly mesmerized. I revel in her confusion.
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