Castor watched as Roger left for work the next morning in his truck, heading off to his oh-so-trendy internet security company. Waiting for Roger to leave was the hardest part; Nancy always left for work early, giving her husband plenty of time in the morning to do as he pleased. What he mostly wished to do was to get into Gina's pants, but her damn husband always took so long to leave in the morning. As soon as the truck rounded the corner, Castor was headed across the lawn and went into the back entrance of Gina and Roger's house. No need to knock, she was expecting him.
Gina was still in bed, upstairs in the couple's bedroom. That was where he usually found her, still half-asleep, enjoying her life as the stay-at-home wife. He didn't know what she did with her spare time--other than fucking him--and he frankly didn't care.
"You awake?" he asked softly as he started stripping off his clothes. Sometimes she was and sometimes she wasn't. It didn't matter which, she always welcomed him to her bed.
"Mm-hmm," she answered, rolling back and forth in the bed, making room for him. Castor didn't bother folding his clothes, they would be back on soon enough, and simply dumped them in a heap on the floor.
"Ready for a fucking?" he asked her, slipping between the sheets.
"No," she said softly. "No cock this morning. Eat me out," she ordered.
It wasn't an unusual order. Castor had learned early on in their affair that Roger either wouldn't go down on his wife or he simply did a lousy job of it. Not that he minded. Gina had a sweet-tasting pussy with fur she kept neatly trimmed into a nice black triangle. She never had to ask him twice.
He pressed his skin against her warm body, smelling the slight musk of her night time sweat lingering in the bed. Her hands reached around his head as he kissed the side of her neck and she pushed him down. Following her lead he kissed his way down her body, pausing briefly to suck on one nipple, then to circle his tongue around her belly button, then down to the musky sweetness that emanated from between her legs.
With her thighs parted and knees bent, access to her pussy was easy. She was already wet, maybe with desire, maybe she had been masturbating while waiting for him. Dragging his tongue across her tight black curls, Castor tickled her clit, then slipped down to her wide open pussy.
Gina sighed as his tongue and lips when to work on her sex. She kept her hands on his head, guiding him around slightly, staying in charge, always wanting to be the force behind their affair. He didn't mind. She was a beautiful woman, it was a pleasure to fuck her and it was incredibly easy to honor her requests.
"Good," she sighed as he lapped at her wet nether-lips. "More," she ordered. "Suck me dry."
