Forty isn't Old if You're a Tree Ch. 02

Despite her declaration to think about things, the alcohol and sex put Julie out when her head touched the pillow. When she woke at 6:30, she felt a little guilty and a lot satisfied. She figured the alcohol caused her indiscretion. Oh, well, Michael would never know. She had to speak to Bob to make sure he understood that what happened was a one-time thing, even if it had been the most exciting sex she'd had in years. Julie and Bob worked together all day Thursday. No words were spoken about the night before, though. Finally, about 4PM, Bob spoke. "Julie let's get away from everyone and have dinner by ourselves tonight." "Bob, what happened last night was a mistake. I've never done anything like it before. I love my husband. I don't want to hurt my marriage." "I don't want to hurt your marriage either, but I've been so lonely since I moved. We're away from home here in Atlanta. No one will ever know. We'll just have dinner and take a walk in public." She waffled. "How can we do that? Won't the others suspect something?" "You could tell them that you're tired and want to eat in your room tonight. I've been paying attention to the PA today, and I'll indicate that I've got a date. We can both go out the back way to the parking garage." "I'm not sure." "Come on. Do you want another evening with Walt's leering jokes? I've got a tip on a nice restaurant near a park where we can go walking afterwards." "Well, okay. Just dinner. I'll need to change and call Michael first." All of them stopped early, so Julie found herself sitting in her room about 6PM, getting ready to call Michael. She was thinking of calling Bob and cancelling dinner. Last night she could blame on too much booze. Tonight was planned and even though he said 'Just dinner', she knew he was hoping for another roll in the hay as part of the date. That was the other thing. She may have been mad at Michael and that contributed to last night's indiscretion, but she had no wish to break up her marriage or home. Tonight's plans seemed more serious. Holly had a soccer game tonight so she dialed Michael's cell phone. "Hey, how did the game go?" "A tie. We scored once, and the game was played mostly in their end of the field, but we just couldn't get it into the net again. We're all out for pizza again. How was your day?" "Michael, could you grab this?" Julie heard Jolene's voice in the background. That bitch was after Michael again, and he was probably lapping it up. How many times had he screwed her this year? "Honey, are you still there?" "Sorry, something distracted me. Today was quiet. We're retesting all the problems that we found. Many of them are fixed, but I don't think they'll all be fixed before we leave." "I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow." "Michael, want another piece of pizza?" That goddamn simpering female voice again. "I'm looking forward to getting home, too. Look, it's sort of noisy there. See you tomorrow night. Bye." Julie walked to her closet and pulled out a wrap-around denim skirt and a camisole. It wouldn't compare to the outfits that you'd see in a club, but it was the sexiest outfit she had. The cami wouldn't need a bra. Finally, she pulled out a pair of light blue lacy panties before she got in the shower. Fifteen minutes later she called Bob. "I'm ready." "I'll go down and get the car now. Give me about ten minutes and I'll be waiting on the street." "Okay." Thirty minutes later they were sitting at a table in an older house that had been converted into a restaurant. "Bob, if you ran into Fred or Walt's wife somewhere, you wouldn't mention the trip to the strip club, would you?" Bob looked across the table. Julie was sitting straight up, not resting against the chair back. "No, why?" "What happens in Atlanta stays in Atlanta, right? I mean, we've enjoyed ourselves, but we know nothing serious is going on, right?" She had to make sure he understood. "Of course. Two adults away from home who enjoy each other's company. That's all." Julie leaned back in her chair. "You seem to have a flair for picking out wine. Recommend something that I would like with fish." They continued talking easily through the meal and into desert including a Bailey's and coffee. "Your story about the nude beach, did you and your wife ever go again?" "Well, that happened on the first day we were in Cannes. The next couple of days we toured up through Provence, saw them picking flowers for perfume, had good food, did all the touristy things. Then we ended up back in Cannes. She suggested we go back to the beach again. I said okay. I mean if your wife is dragging you off to look at naked women, what's to complain about." "We plopped down beside another pair of girls. Michelle struck up a conversation with them. They were from England and Michelle just loves London so they were chattering on. I actually dozed off with all these nude women around. When I woke up, Michelle and these two English birds were off frolicking in the Mediterranean. I watched for a while. They were ducking each other and playing tag and so forth. Once one of the English gals tackled her pal and dragged her down. Then all of a sudden they were kissing while Michelle watched. After that they were each trying to tackle the others for a while before they came back. The girls left shortly afterwards. We stayed another half hour and left, too." "I can't imagine going to a nude beach," Julie said. "Well, when you're young you do wild and crazy things. Or maybe wild and crazy things show you're young." After they finished dinner, he drove them to Chastain Park. "The park is open until 11 every evening. There are lots of joggers and walkers around even after the early evening sports teams are gone." Julie could see a girl's softball game going on across the street as they walked up a hill through a picnic area. "It's a pleasant night for a stroll. Good spring weather." Bob took her hand. "Being with you makes any weather pleasant." Julie smiled, but didn't reply. They walked along holding hands for a few minutes. "Why don't we sit over hear for a little while." Bob directed them towards a picnic shelter in the shadows away from the path. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. Then he kissed her. After a minute she broke apart and looked around guiltily. "No one can see us," he said, sensing her unease. She realized that was true, and turned to begin kissing him again. One of his hands covered her breast on top of her camisole. A thumb began caressing the nipple. She opened her eyes without breaking the kiss and glanced around, but then closed them again as he tweaked her nipple. She moaned. He pulled a strap off one shoulder and exposed her breast. She panicked momentarily. His mouth covered her breast and sent a flood of hormones into her bloodstream as she recognized how risky and naughty this was. Soon he pulled the other strap down and moved to that nipple. She started to cover the abandoned nipple. "No." He said it gently but firmly as the brushed her hand away from the bare breast. Wild and crazy things show you're young, she thought. After a minute or two he moved back to the first nipple. Then he kissed her again. He didn't let her pull either strap back up. When he broke the kiss, he spoke. "Stand up and straddle me" She knew where he was going. It was dangerous and wild and crazy. She wanted to feel young again. They kissed again as he reached between her legs. His finger moved lightly over the nylon. She had soaked the material and she knew he could feel her excitement. He pulled the crotch to one side as his middle finger rubbed her clitoris lightly. She moaned. Then she tugged his belt open. He rearranged his fingers. The little one held her panties out of the way; two more slipped inside her; and his thumb circled her clit. She moaned louder into his mouth. She felt him take his cock out and she raised up so he could place it at her entrance. They rocked together for a few minutes, not much friction but a lot of feeling. He braced his arms on the bench and clasped his hands together so that she could sit on them. Then he started driving up into her. She rested her chin on his shoulder and her breath was raspy in his ear. As she felt her orgasm approach she glued her mouth to his. She briefly went rigid. When she slumped down she felt his cock jerking inside her. A minute later she stood up and pulled her panties back in place so his cum wouldn't run down her legs. "Let's go back to the hotel," she said. Going back in was the reverse of earlier. He dropped her on the street. After he gave the car to the valet, he went to her room. She pulled him in the door and trapped him against the wall with a kiss. His hands went to the belt of the terrycloth robe she had put on. "I love your skin," he said as his hands slid under the robe up her back. "It feels so good with your skin rubbing across it," she replied. For the second time that night she tugged on his belt. He finished undressing as she threw the covers back on the bed. Then they fell together, two naked bodies snuggling in the middle of the bed. Again, their second coupling was more languid than the first. Light kisses and terms on endearment were all that happened for some time. "I love your nipples." His fingertip was lazily circling one. "Well, duh, you're a guy." "No, not just that. They are just perfectly formed. Some nipples are almost lost in the areola. Yours look so proud and beautiful when they're hard." He bent his neck and swiped at the near one with his tongue. "And they are so sweet like gumdrops." "How could they have any flavor at all?" "You wouldn't believe how the person attached to them could change the taste. A good lover always tastes sweet." After awhile their kisses became more intense, and she felt desire begin to build again between her legs. He felt it too, and kissed down to spend a minute at each nipple before he descended lower. He shifted around until he reached the sweet juncture his tongue was seeking. When he pulled her up on her side, she found his cock near her face. She automatically took the head in her mouth forgetting that it still had both their juices on it. When she realized what she tasted, her excitement wouldn't let her pull away. The strokes between her legs were as light as butterfly kisses. She was rising slowly towards the heights. She wanted to give the same ecstasy to Bob. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. At the same time she stroked the base with one hand. Finally, she tickled behind his balls on the sensitive skin. For a little while they worked on each other, both climbing upwards. Julie began to rock her hips back and forth, getting close to her orgasm. Bob sped up his assault on her clit and inserted three fingers in her pussy, slowly thrusting in and out of her wet depths. Her rocking increased. Suddenly Bob took one finger from her pussy and slid it into her butt. Lightning flashed through her and she moaned around his cock as her orgasm swept through her body. At the same time she felt the first splash of semen on the back of her throat. Reflexively she swallowed so she could keep breathing. She swallowed each subsequent spurt, but finally rolled to her back and lay there panting, one hand still resting on his cock. Bob turned back around and kissed her for ten or fifteen seconds before lying down beside her. "You were wonderful," he stated. "You weren't so bad yourself." She caressed his face with one hand. "That last thing you did ?" "You mean when I used my finger in your ass? Come on we can't be embarrassed in front of each other." "Yes, well nobody ever did that before, and it just put me right over the top. I wouldn't want that all the time, but you made me so hot tonight. It was great." "I aim to please." They drifted off to sleep. He woke her in the early hours and they had sex one last time before he slipped out back to his room. Julie didn't get home until almost ten o'clock after storms delayed her flight from Atlanta. She immediately went and spoke to the kids before coming back to a long embrace with her husband. Michael could see she was worn out after fighting through afternoon traffic, flight delays and finally the drive home. "Babe, you look worn out." "I am. Michael I know we were both looking forward to tonight, but can I take a rain check? In addition to my horrible day, I'm at the end of a little female problem." The problem of a female who's had more sex in the last two days than I usually get in a month. "Sure honey, I'll be here tomorrow night and maybe you'll feel better then. Why don't you go take a long hot bath and relax." She felt guilty. He was thinking about her and she was denying him because of her exploits with her lover. He smelled fresh and she knew he had shaved and showered in hopes of bedding her tonight. She felt somewhat refreshed after her bath. When she saw him lying in the bed reading she decided that he deserved something. "I'm so glad to be back home," she said as she snuggled in beside him. "I'm glad to have you back." He put his arm around her shoulders as he continued to read. She reached over and stroked his thigh. Her hand slipped up and brushed lightly over his limp cock before descending again. She repeated the movement again. The third time she left her hand on his member and tickled it a little. "I thought you had problems?" "I do, but it's been so long and you've done very well around the house this week. You deserve something." His cock lengthened under her touch. She reached into the boxers he was wearing and used a fingernail to tease the head. Michael groaned. It had been months since she had initiated sex. He couldn't remember the last time she did him without any thought of repayment. "Do you like that? What about this?" She flipped the covers back and pulled the muscle into the air. Then she bent and took the head in her mouth. She made wet, slurping sounds as she bathed it. "Oh, honey, that's so good." He hadn't done anything since Monday night, but the memories of the phone sex had given him many sexy dreams, both asleep and awake. She pulled her mouth off the now wet cock and moved so that she could begin jacking him easily. "You're so big and hot. I like to look at you and know I excite you." "I can't tell you how much you excite me. Monday night was really good." "Did you take care of things here after I hung up?" "With that vision of you getting undressed and then standing nude, I just had to. You know what else I thought of Monday?" "What?" "Remember just after we bought the house on Wendover and you called me in from cutting the grass?" It had been a long time since she thought of that. Those days were so happy and carefree. "Yes, I was naughty that day." "But I loved you so much for it." "Would you love me for this?" She bent over and began using her lips on the head while continuing to stroke with one hand. He couldn't last very long with these images swirling in his big head and her tongue swirling around his little head. "Oh, honey, honey," he moaned as he began to cum. The first jolt surprised her. She started to pull away, but then stopped. If she liked it with Bob, why not give Michael a treat. She swallowed it all. When he finished she went to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth. He cuddled her when she got back as they drifted off to sleep. Saturday they did enjoy a long session. He returned Friday night's oral favor until she climaxed and then she orgasmed again while he rode her. Monday she attacked him in bed and they enjoyed a mutually satisfying 69, although she didn't swallow this time. Wednesday they got together again and also on Friday and Saturday. After that the frequency returned to normal as Julie pushed her guilt into the back of her mind. A little bit over a month after Julie returned from Atlanta, Bob stopped by her office. He pushed her door closed before speaking. "I need someone to talk to. Just talk. Would you have a quick drink with me after work this week?" "I don't know if that's a good idea." "Please? You know I don't have any friends here yet. I'm going crazy in my apartment without an adult to talk to. Just one drink. Not more than thirty minutes of your time. In a public place. Please?" He looked so lonely and miserable. "Well today's Tuesday, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have to pick up my kids after school. Plus today Holly has a soccer game. I'll think about it." When Julie got in her minivan, she did think about it. Nothing good can come from meeting Bob. What if somebody that I know sees me? Michael and I are getting along better now. He's paying more attention to me. I'll just tell Bob no. What happens in Atlanta stays in Atlanta. She got to the school and went out to the soccer field. Soon she was talking with the other mothers in the bleachers. When the game started, she looked around for Michael. He was standing on the sidelines. Jolene was hanging all over him. As Julie watched, Michael said something and Jolene laughed and put her hand on Michael's arm. A little later, Holly scored and Jolene threw her arms around Michael and hopped up and down rubbing her boobs against him and somehow contorting so she could rub her cunt on his hip. Yes, that's what she is, a cunt. Bob showed up in her office after lunch on Wednesday. "How about that drink tonight?" "Well, okay. Perhaps if we left a little late?" "OK. Why don't we plan to leave about 5:45." "Just for a short while, one drink." "That'll be great." After Bob left she reached for the phone. "Michael? I've got to work late tonight. Can you take care of the kids?" At least he couldn't be with that slut tonight. Bob was at the door to Julie's office about 5:40. "You ready?" "Where to," she asked. "Well, probably not Black's." It was the local watering hole. If they showed up there, tongues might wag. "Why don't we go to MacLean's on Argonne." "I know where Argonne is, but I don't know MacLean's." "It's a steakhouse with a separate bar. Why don't you follow me?" "Okay. I'll meet you downstairs in five." MacLean's was a traditional steakhouse. Dark wood paneling, plush carpets, and low ceilings kept the noise down and the lighting dim. Julie and Bob sat across from each other in a booth in the bar. Julie was enjoying herself. Bob was listening to her closely as she related incidents from her college years. She was sipping her second drink slowly so she could stay longer. A third drink would have kept her from driving. "So there was my college roommate with one guy in bed with her and her fiancée passed out drunk and naked on the floor." Julie laughed remembering the scene. "I never did get a straight answer as to how that happened, but a year later I was a bridesmaid at her wedding." "Are they still married?" "I don't keep in close touch with her, but I get a Christmas card every year with both names and now three children on it." Suddenly some music started up. "Good evening folks. This is the Lewis Ramsey Trio, here tonight for your listening pleasure." She looked back to see the trio behind a tiny dance floor. They started with a version of Venus. "Want to dance?" Bob asked. A fast song seemed safe. "Sure." She had not thought about this, but she was dressed for dancing. She had a handkerchief skirt on and high heels. She realized that she made an attractive sight as she twirled and her hips swished back and forth. When she faced Bob again, she could see the yearning in his eyes. They danced to the next one also, Love the One You're With. When the trio started I Can't Stop Loving You, she moved into his arms and put her head on his shoulder. The song wasn't half through when she looked up at him. "I think we need to go someplace more private." Bob didn't say anything. He led her towards the door. As soon as they got outside, he bent and kissed her for about twenty seconds. "Let's take my car and I'll bring you back here." In ten minutes they were inside his apartment. His fingers dropped her skirt to the floor. Her fingers popped his trouser button and pulled the zipper apart. Her high heels and his shoes fell near each other on the carpet. She shed her blouse at his bedroom door. They were both nude when they reached the bed. She was so wet that by the second thrust his pubic hair was moistened by her secretions. She locked her ankles behind his back so that they both pushed at each other. It didn't take long. He began to come in her and an instant later he felt her pussy contracting about his cock. They rolled apart and lay there panting for a few minutes. When he rolled over and licked at her breast, she could feel his half-hard cock on her thigh. "I love your gumdrops." He licked the other nipple and then twisted around to kiss her thigh as his hands smoothed the skin on her calf. She rolled to her side and reached for his cock. This time, she knew what was coming. She savored the salty tang of his jism and the sweet stickiness of her own wetness. She began bobbing her head, taking about half his length on each movement. The wet sounds from both ends of the bed continued. She was beginning to feel the stirrings of her next orgasm as she reached to tickle his balls. He slipped a third finger into her pussy as he continued to suck her clit. She became more frenzied as the heat in her belly increased. In her sex haze she thought of one last trick. She continued to jack him, but took her mouth off his cock for an instant to wet her fingers tickling his balls. Then returning to her bobbing she reached between his cheeks and stuck a finger in his ass. Almost instantly he began cumming. He returned the favor. Her hips jerked spasmodically as the flame flickered through her body. He turned around and they both lay resting for awhile. He began murmuring in her ear. "I love being with you. Your skin excites me; your breasts excite me; your pussy excites me. How your pussy looks, how it feels, how it tastes. Everything about you excites me." "I like being with you, too. You are so great in bed. And your ? your ? " She couldn't believe it when she heard herself. "Your cock is so wonderful. I like it inside me, inside my mouth and inside my ? pussy." They cuddled and stroked some more. She finally got up and looked at her watch. "It's after nine o'clock! We've got to get out of here." A mad dash took her back to her car and home before ten. It was Wednesday afternoon two weeks later and Michael felt like a great weight had been lifted from him. Jack, the plant manager, had called him in and told him that the head office had cancelled the fourth rollout. Test market acceptance had been poor, so they were reworking the idea. Maybe next year. Michael almost shouted for joy. Not only would he not have to perform a fourth miracle, but since the first three rollouts had been on time, he was now assured of a full bonus. Since all the rollouts had all been under budget and at the top of the quality specs, he also had a good shot at a Superior rating and a double bonus. It seemed like months since Julie and he had gone out without kids. He decided to drive to her office and take her to dinner. On a Wednesday they'd probably just do Applebee's while calling the kids to order their own pizza. Still, a little celebration was in order. Michael got caught at the traffic light trying to make a left turn into the street where Julie's office was. As he waited for the light to cycle through again, he thought he saw Julie come out to the parking lot with some guy. She was laughing as they both got into their cars. He watched the gray BMW and Julie's tan minivan leave the lot, but she turned the opposite way from their house. At the first corner the BMW turned and Julie followed. By the time he finally turned left and got to the last corner he had seen her at, neither she nor the BMW were in sight. He made the turn anyway and was slowly cruising down the street when his cell rang. It was Julie. "Hi," she greeted him, "How are you doing?" "Fine, I'm ?" "Honey, I'm sorry," she interrupted him. "I've got to work a little late tonight. We've had trouble with the system. The Atlanta guys got it fixed, but Susan and Bill are working with me to get caught up so we can get the tax reports in tomorrow. We'll probably work 'till seven-thirty or eight, but then I feel like I ought to take them out as a thank-you. We'll hit Black's down the street here for dinner and a drink or two. I should be home by ten or a little before." "Oh, OK." "Can you handle the kids?" "Sure. I'll take off now and keep them from killing each other." "Thanks. I love you." "Love you, too. Be careful and don't have too many white wines." "Not when I'm driving. See you later." He looked at the phone after she disconnected. Maybe he hadn't seen the right car. He turned around and drove back by her office. Almost no cars were still in the lot, certainly not a tan Honda Odyssey. What was going on? He called Papa John's and ordered enough pizza for a growing boy, a teenage girl (was Holly dieting this week or not?) and himself. Michael cruised slowly home. When Bob closed the door to his apartment behind Julie, a flurry of clothes flew into the air from the entrance hall to the bedroom door. A few kisses as skin molded to skin and then he was entering her. She had been anticipating submitting since she slid behind her steering wheel. The liquid heat between her legs welcomed him and she rapidly climbed to the first orgasm of the evening. After he exploded inside while she was still feeling contractions, they cuddled for a few minutes. "Bob, that was great. I've been looking forward to this since you asked me yesterday. It's so spontaneous and fun with you. Really exciting." Getting away with something adds more spice, too. "You are just so beautiful," Bob replied. She is pretty, but she is older than I am, he thought. I must be gallant, and compliments are so little compared to the excellent sex I'm enjoying. "I love your skin." He was caressing the underside of one breast. He was always fascinated to see a woman's nipple wake up. "And the way you feel. I want to taste you now." He leaned over and tongued the nearest nipple. Lightly licking, his mouth traveled to the other peak where his tongue lapped until that nipple awoke also. Then he alternated kisses and licks as his head moved down her belly. When he got to her belly-button, he licked a circle around the indentation, then he stuck his tongue in the middle. Her muscles rippled and she giggled, then laughed. "No, no! Don't do that." She pushed on his head as she laughed again. He happily continued lower. He slowly licked lower until he got to her soft fur. He swirled his tongue randomly around her curls, moving back and forth and up and down. He laid his head down and extended his tongue into the top of her fold and wiggled it back and forth. When he did that, she reached down and pulled on his hip. He turned slowly and they moved into the classic position. His prick was partially hard again, and she moved it back and forth feeling the velvet over steel. At the same time she trailed the fingers of her other hand gently through his hair and around his balls. She felt his tongue dive deep inside her. Oh, god! Her temperature rose whenever he licked her after his ejaculation. He must really care for her to do that. She also wondered if she were turned on by the thought of gay sex and this was as close as she would ever get. She licked at random spots on his thighs, twirled her tongue through his curls and tasted the saltiness of his balls. Finally, she took the crown into her mouth. She could easily taste both her juice and his jism. The combined flavors gave her another jolt of heat between her legs. Soon she was bobbing up and down on the head of his prick. At the same time she used her hand around the base to provide more friction. Now they began to drive each other higher. The more he licked her, the faster she sucked and bobbed on him. She was going higher and higher. Suddenly Bob pushed a finger into her ass. She couldn't do anything as her orgasm coursed through her body. Her legs clamped down on his head and her lips loosened from the prick in her mouth. She didn't need to do anything more for him anyway. Bob was too far gone also and began to come. The first two spurts went into her mouth. As she rolled onto her back, totally spent, the next spurts landed on her breasts and the final dribble ran down her arm. Bob turned back around and they cuddled for a few minutes, but Julie was too excited. She began to nibble on his chest and fondle his prick. "I want to fuck you one more time before I go," she whispered in his ear. Bob obliged giving her another orgasm as she rode him. Julie left Bob's apartment around nine-thirty. She was still excited. She could have stayed with Bob having sex all night, but she needed to get home before Michael got suspicious. "I should get home in time to kiss the kids goodnight," she thought as she opened the door to the car and got in. Julie got caught at the first stoplight. She felt dampness begin to grow again under her panties. Even though she had taken a quick, cool shower to get Bob's smell off her and his spunk out of her, she was still hot. As she accelerated down the street, she wondered if she could get Michael to suck her pussy after he had come in her. Then she remembered the thought about gay sex. She wondered if Bob had ever sucked on another dick. Suddenly an image of Bob and Michael in a sixty-nine popped into her head and a thrill went through her. She remembered her own taste on Bob. She didn't mind it, even enjoyed it. What did Ann taste like? Wow, this last six weeks had really loosened up her approach to sex. "Hi, I'm home." Julie saw Michael in the kitchen and called out to him as she rushed up the stairs just in time to kiss the kids goodnight. He was waiting for her when she came back down. "I've got some good news," he said as he moved to kiss her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. She didn't taste fresh, but he wasn't going to ruin the moment. "My last product introduction of the year was cancelled today. Not my fault, the guys upstairs called it off." "And?" Julie didn't make any connection immediately. "And that means my bonus will be based on the three introductions I did do. They were all on time and under budget. Our bonus is locked up. Since I was under budget, maybe even a double bonus." "Oh, Michael that is wonderful." She hugged him and then kissed him again, just a peck this time. "I was thinking that we might have something to celebrate tonight." He cupped one of her breasts. "Let me go take a quick shower and get the office grunge off me." This was so great. Both of my lovers in one night, and neither one would know how hot I am with the other. She hurried to their bedroom. Michael had showered and shaved earlier in hopes of a successful outcome. He was in his robe and boxers on the sofa watching a rerun when Julie returned. "Guess who," she covered his eyes with her hands. "Sharon Stone? Angelina Jolie?" "Oh, you!" She flopped over the arm rest into his lap. She was wearing the red fuck-me negligee that she kept for special occasions like their anniversary. He enfolded her in his arms as he pushed his tongue into her mouth again. He could taste the mint from their toothpaste this time. They necked for a few minutes and he caressed her chest over the negligee carefully avoiding her nipples. Finally, he could wait no longer. He reached down and gathered up the hem of the garment. Slowly pulling it up while they enjoyed another kiss, he half-expected her to make him stop and go to the bedroom. Soon though, he was able to duck his head and kiss her rosy points. "Oh, Michael," she breathed. She pulled his mouth more firmly against her, and he began to tongue her nipples. "Harder," she commanded. She infrequently requested this. He lashed her nipples back and forth for a couple of minutes alternating sides several times. She reached down between them and pulled his prick out. "I need you now." She shifted quickly and straddled him. Poised above him, she pushed his prick back and forth between her lower lips to separate them and lubricate the head. Then she began to lower herself on him. By the third time down she had buried him completely. She hunched slowly at first and then gradually faster. Michael was going crazy. It had been so long since they were this wild. He felt her sucking at his shoulder. He knew he would have a hickey in the morning, but hoped it would be hidden under his shirt collar. He ran his hands up and down her back and then settled them on her butt underneath the nightgown. She felt his hands massaging her ass cheeks. His fingers slipped over her crack. Would he put a finger in there? She had fussed at him so often before, but tonight she wanted it. She gyrated up and sideways hoping he would touch her there. "Oh, yes," she breathed in his ear. Michael felt her move oddly and then suddenly her rear entry was under one of his fingers. He was afraid to do anything. On earlier evenings she had gotten mad and it had ruined the night. He was frozen, but then he realized his finger was still there and if anything she was getting wilder. He pressed lightly against the rubbery ring. She bit him again and he pressed deep. Julie was burning up. She reached down to the hem of the negligee and pulled upward tossing it to one side, not even stopping her frantic up and down movements. Then she pressed a boob to Michael's mouth. He was able to cover most of it. "Bite it," she commanded. This was better than any bonus that Michael had ever gotten. He gently tugged on her nipple with his teeth. Almost immediately he felt contractions around the finger in her ass. Then came softer contractions around his prick. "Ooooh," Julie moaned in his ear. She felt him thrust hard up inside her and then the pulsations as he shot off. They both slumped down together. In a few minutes she felt him soften and begin to slip out. "I think my hubby deserves a special reward tonight," she whispered. She stood, then stepped forward separating his knees. Kneeling down in front of him, she grasped his half-hard prick and began to jack. After a few strokes she grabbed the waistband of his boxers. "You need to be more comfortable." Once the boxers were gone, she tugged on him until he was slumped down enough that his butt was on the edge of the couch. His prick was now three-quarters recovered. When she leaned forward and took the crown in her mouth while continuing to jack him, he finished recovering. Michael couldn't believe this. He didn't think she had ever given him head after they had made love. Now she was sucking on the head which was covered with both their juices and she was stroking him with one hand. As she cradled his balls with the other hand, he became more excited. When one finger from that hand slipped underneath and rubbed his asshole, he knew he wouldn't last very long. "Oh, honey," he cried and came in her mouth. She held the head in her lips until his spurts turned to dribbles. Then she let his prick drop as she obviously swallowed twice. Then she leaned forward and put her lips on his. Michael was surprised and started to turn his head. He figured out at the last moment that if he did, this might never happen again. Besides, he thought, it's my own, not like I'm eating somebody else's. So they swapped tongues and he tasted the saltiness and felt the egg-white consistency of his own spunk. "Honey, I got so hot doing that. Can you help me out?" "With pleasure." He reached between her legs and began teasing her slit. She crawled up on the couch and pulled his head down to her boob. "Oh, baby! You know just how to make me feel good." She directed his head to her other boob, and held him there for a minute or two. Then she gently pushed him downward. "Honey, you're so good with that tongue. Lick me some." He had already tasted his spunk in her mouth; he figured this was just a different set of lips to French kiss. When she went over the top a few minutes later, they were both done for the night. 5187 1.94/512345