"Why do guys like watching girls go down on each other?" Becky asked.
The pretty blonde curled against her husband on the couch in their darkened living room. Her long bare legs were folded underneath her, and she wore a lacy blue nightie, just tight enough to show off her small but firm breasts. Her hand stroked her husband, Doug's, upper thigh through the fabric of his sweatpants, while his hand brushed distractedly against the curve of her arm. Doug's eyes were fixed unashamedly at their large TV and the image of two young porn starlets on the screen.
"I don't know," Doug replied with a chuckle, "it just looks really hot."
"I guess," Becky said, trying to sound dubious despite the warmth growing between her legs.
On the screen, a large-breasted brunette lowered her face between the legs of a perky blonde. The blonde moaned and writhed as the brunette's tongue lapped furiously at her pussy. The camera looked down the length of the blonde's body, the brunette's dark hair a striking contrast to her fair skin, her eyes looking up from between the other woman's legs. Becky felt her nipples hardening and warmth spreading between her legs. Her hips rocked slightly. She thought vaguely that the brunette's hair should be curly and her eyes shockingly blue.
"So," Doug asked his wife in a husky voice, "did you ever eat pussy?"
"What?!" Becky jumped slightly, then smiled vaguely at her husband, hoping he hadn't noticed.
"Well," Doug said, cupping his wife's breast, "they say lots of women experiment in college..."
Becky flushed, images of dark curly hair, bright blue eyes and full round breasts briefly flooding up from her memory.
"Would that turn you on?" Becky asked, trying to regain her equilibrium. "The thought of your wife in bed with a hot college coed?"
"Fuck yeah," Doug grinned at her.
Becky slid her hand up Doug's thigh, cupping the hard bulge between his legs.
"Oooo," she purred, "I guess it does turn you on."
"Yeah." Doug squeezed her breast. "Did you?"
"Did I?" Becky sighed, pulling his sweats down far enough to free his engorged dick. "What do you think... me with another woman... in the shower... naked... soapy... wet!"
Doug groaned and Becky slid off the couch, sinking to her knees between his legs.
"Our hands caressing each other's firm, young college breasts," Becky breathed, lowering her head until her lips nearly brushed his tip.
Doug stared down at his wife, his hands resting on her shoulders.
"Me kneeling in front of her," Becky purred. "Licking her..."
Becky's tongue flicked up the length of Doug's hard shaft.
"Eating... her..."
Becky's mouth sank down, swallowing him deep. Slowly, sensuously, she moved her head up and down on her husband's hard shaft. Doug groaned desperately. His hands tangled in her hair and he fought against the urge to grab her head and force it down deeper and harder.
Becky's tongue swirled around Doug's dick. She lapped wildly at the head, then took him again deep into her mouth. She bobbed her head passionately. Her hands slid down between her own thighs, fingers flickering madly over her desperate clit. She moaned, muffled around her husband's cock. Doug gave a guttural groan in reply, his hips rocking as he thrust into his wife's face.
Suddenly, Becky pulled her mouth off his shaft. Doug gasped as Becky leap to her feet.
"Fuck me," she cried, her voice thick with lust. "I want you in me, right now."
Tugging franticly, Becky pulled her nightie up over her head and tossed it aside. Doug reached out to her, but she planted her hands firmly on his shoulders and pushed him back down. Throwing her legs around his hips, she sank down over him.
