"Come on in and take a seat."
Christina Holly carefully claimed the visiting Mister and Mrs. Shepard's warmed casserole dish and made her way to the kitchen with it. While wiggling away husband Glen bit his knuckle while his wife Delores instinctively slapped his hand, mischief in her own eyes. All Glen could think about was his personal exploration of Christina's very own words just now. Cum on in and take a seat! His version of that was only stimulated by her thicker than normal bouncy bare bottom jiggling nonstop until she vanished. Glen preferred a woman less perfect in build, anyway, hardly being in shape himself.
With Christina out of sight Delores reached down and rubbed her husband's crotch just to see how hard he was getting. After seeing the naked blond, as well as having her freshly worn G-string so close to his nose that he could inhale her scent it was not a surprise. Yep! Hard as a rock of ages. Pillar of the CUMmunity! It made Delores giddy. Behavior found necessary she chose her words carefully.
"Your home is quaint." Delores spoke while continuing to massage his bulging slacks, she wanted him to keep that big boy for her as much as letting Christina arouse him. "Someone has been cleaning inside as well as out."
"It needed it. My man Dixon will be home next week, and I wanted the place looking nice. I just hope it can stay that way." She laughed, "Who am I kidding I have guys coming in and pulling out all day long anymore."
"Oh, really?" Delores flared her eyes at Glen who gnashed his teeth. Feeling her own man tensing up she narrowed her eyes at him and whispered, "Don't you do it." She just knew he might nut right there in his pants. Nodding with a string of soft exhaled pants he regained his composure.
"Are you sure about this?" He whispered to his wife, "She sounds like a hooker." Just a husband's way of making his wife think he was having second thoughts. Oh, no! He could play the stuffy game with the best of them.
"Be patient." Delores pinched his concealed crown making him roll his eyes back and push up the bridge of his glasses. "Can I ask you a question, Sweetie?" Mother by nature turned her attention on Christina once more.
"Absolutely! Would either of you like a cold drink? I just went shopping so I have a pitcher of iced tea that I made earlier."
"That sounds wonderful." Glen rose to more than one occasion. "I need to cool off after your wiping my forehead."
"You liked it." Christina giggled loud enough for them to hear as she found three clean glasses in her sink strainer. Ice from her icemaker, she filled the glasses with tea. Carrying them out into the living room with both hands holding the trio of actual glass glasses, Glen envisioned her using those hands on his dick. As soon as Chris appeared Delores moved her hand away from Glen's inseam so as not to alert Christina of her own bit of mischief. Chris had a general idea what she had been doing, mainly because his erection was standing up in his loose-fitting slacks.
Offering each of them a glass the couple sat down on the sofa and tried their best not to look obvious in wanting to look Christina over with a greedy inspection. Seating herself in her recliner Christina draped her left leg up over the chair arm so that there was no masking her juicy cunt from their eyesight. "What was your question?"
"Oh! First off, I hope you don't think we're offended by you in any way. I know my mentioning being involved with the Church must make you tense."
"Not really! I believe in God! I just don't always follow the rules. Pretty much none of them. Well, I haven't killed anyone that I know of. Otherwise."
"I think that's everyone Sweetie. Anyway, we were talking yesterday about you, about my confession that hearing you the other night and how it sparked our sex life. Glen wanted to thank you himself, isn't that right Glen?" She patted his upper thigh with an inspiring nod to speak up freely.
"Yeah!" He looked awkward being put on the spot, "Hearing you sure got the ole' juices flowing." At the word juices Christina began rubbing her clit right in front of him, her pussy wringing wet 24/7 these days. Dipping fingers she lifts them up and toward Glen.
"Mine are too. The condensation from my tea glass is on the other hand by the way. I just dried this one on my recliner arm before... TEAsing myself." On purpose with a wink.
"Oh, Dear God!" Glen swallowed dryly, Delores holding his leg with a stern way of saying to remain calm. Whimpering a tad, he lowered his gaze as if ashamed then shared a revelation, "I often struggle to... keep it up."
"Which is why I had to praise you that day." Delores remarked, "Poor Glen here needed the inspiration. We were good for the next day but after that, things... had difficulty again."
"My Tower of Babel comes crumbling down too easily I'm afraid." He mumbled.
"So, you need me to get his balls a rolling again?" Christina chuckled. "I'd be glad to help. On one condition." His tower seemed fine to Christina, but whatever.
"Name it!" Glen growled; his dick was ready to burst. This blond beauty although hefty was hitting all of the right targets in his hormonal urges. Sadly, his wife's hand was just a warmup, if not for Chris he would still be limp.
"Slow down, Honey!" Delores encouraged him, "Let's not seem too eager."
"Now there's your first mistake Delores. When Glen is frisky never make him feel as if you don't want him to have his fun. Play along at all times. You should feel sexy for him, by him for desiring you. That's why you married one another, right?"
"I love her more than life." Glen stared at Delores who timidly frowned. Some days it sure didn't feel that way.
"Aww! Thank you, Glen. Let's play Therapist." Chris continued fingering herself three digits digging within her trickling basin, "Glen? Tell Delores what you feel is missing in your sex life. What can make it stronger? Never be embarrassed by your desires. This goes for both of you."
"Besides Viagra... and you?" He chuckled then blushed.
"Delores must feel desired Glen, or there's no hope." Chris sucked on her lower lip, pausing to share an expression of her own brewing intimacy. Pressing on while continuing her insertions Chris made certain her sloppiness was heard, "Delores? How do you go about trying to turn him on?"
"Oh, my!" She fanned her face with her fingers, "Well, I wear a slinky nightie."
"Not slinky enough." He grumbled. "It's not even see-through."
"What do you suggest?" She glared at her hubby. "Unless you plan on buying me something that you like better. Don't you dare bring up our budget."
"That!" He pointed directly at Christina. "Cheap enough for you? That was not a dig at you Christina."
"I can dig on my own as you can see and hear. I think he would rather you seduce him without any nightie on. Right, Glen?"
"Exactly! Come at me like a cougar Delores." He huffed. "Stalk your prey and pounce. Eat me alive."
"Goodness!" His wife trembled.
"Like this?" Chris chose to abandon her cunt to lift out of her seat and drop onto all fours. She stalked Glen with her head low, hungry eyes staring up at him through her long blonde bangs and over her brows. Reaching his lap Christina nuzzled her cheek on his knee with a catlike purr. It then turned dark with a snarl, planting her face right into his inseam and thrashing her features about. Biting down on the slacks she then began tugging them about. Her face stormed the gates against his Tower of Babel making its foundations shake.
"Oh, fuck!" He panted then cupped his mouth, "Money in the swear jar when I get home."
Delores bulged her eyes at Christina's savage display of ambition. "I don't know. I'm more a housecat kind of girl. Not some lioness."
"Nonsense!" Chris sat up and reached for Delores, "Come with me." Standing up for her, Christina remained on her knees but led Delores across the living room, further back than when Chris first took to her knees by the recliner. Pulling Delores down with her they shared a laugh, "Time to be serious Delores. Do what I did earlier. Make your man want you. Practice makes perfect. Right, Glen?" All he could do was nod and use Christina's G-string to wipe the perspiration from his brow.
"I'm almost 40. I... he looks so pathetic watching me. I think he would prefer you do it." With a gentle pat for confidence Christina encouraged the woman down onto her hands. Another round of pats to the woman's bottom she became motivated. Delores saw the need in Glen's eyes and just did it. She in blue jeans matched with a peach-colored pullover top took to her hunting grounds. Slowly taking steps in his direction she reached him as Christina had done, also rubbing her cheek on his knee.
"It's not the same." He frowned, "More bestial. You have to do it naked like Christina there."
"WHAT?" Delores busted up laughing.