"Yes," she cooed teasingly with a devilish smirk before leaning closer to kiss him.
It was a tentative kiss - their first kiss. Both were nervous and suddenly a bit shy, feeling like teenagers again. Their lips touched ever so softly and gently, forming a sweet yet innocent type of kiss, as Kara's stomach somersaulted with excitement.
Dalton's mind was racing at the rush of adrenaline as he felt the fireworks behind that kiss. He knew that a first kiss held so much meaning and was a strong indication of whether or not there was chemistry between two people - and this magical kiss confirmed what he had always suspected about his feelings towards her.
When the kiss ended, they each giggled with slight nervousness and put their faces cheek-to-cheek, enjoying the intimacy, continuing to embrace each other warmly. Dalton turned and kissed her cheek, to which she responded by turning her face to meet his kiss with her soft lips, feeling the scruff of his facial hair scrape lightly against her skin.
This time there was no hesitation in their kiss. Their lips pressed tightly together as their tongues began a playful dance between their mouths, tangling wildly with passion as their hands explored each other's bodies through their clothes. The kissing continued, growing more hungry and needy with each passing second.
Dalton squeezed her ass, pulling her against his loins, gently grinding himself against her as he explored her mouth with his tongue. Kara pulled Dalton's shirt out of his waistband and her hands reached under his shirt to caress his back, running her hand down his spine, letting her fingers follow the curve until her hand reached into the back of his pants.
Without breaking the kiss or embrace, Dalton turned Kara and gently guided her back onto the bed, spreading her legs so he could lay on top of her with his stiff crotch nestled against her mound, still both fully clothed.
Dalton propped himself up on one elbow as he used the other hand to slide her sweater up, exposing first her stomach, then the black bra that hugged her breasts. Smiling in approval as he took in the sight, he hooked a thumb under Kara's bra cup, sliding it along the underside of the material before pulling the smooth fabric up and over, revealing first her left breast, then her right, before diving down to suckle a sweet nipple into his mouth.
Kara moaned happily as she looked down at the top of his head, watching him savor the taste and texture of her hard pebble while she ran her fingers through his hair. Ever so gently, Dalton put his hands behind her, encouraging her to arch her back so he could unlatch her bra. Once unsnapped, Dalton got on his knees and pulled her into a sitting position so he could pull her sweater up and over her head, tossing it to the ground before delicately removing her bra, leaving her topless before him. He couldn't take his eyes off her luscious, bare tits, tempting him like juicy, ripe apples that were being served up just for him. As his eyes slowly lifted to meet her gaze, she looked into his eyes seductively as she tugged his sweatshirt off and cast it aside.
Kara laid back down on the bed, holding Dalton's hand and bringing him down beside her. Laying side-by-side, skin-to-skin, eye-to-eye in each other's arms, Dalton propped himself up on his left elbow and slid his right hand behind her neck, cupping the back of her head as he softly kissed her mouth and ran his tongue over her lips.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head to meet the caresses of his tongue and lips, relishing the sweet taste of his mouth on hers. Kara arched her back and put her left arm behind her head so she could lightly hold his hand. Even though they had never crossed any lines to go beyond friendship in this past, this experience was both new and fresh, yet somehow comfortable and familiar - it amazed her how at ease she felt in his arms. What they were doing was so wrong, yet at the same time, so right. She laid on her back and relaxed with her mouth slightly open, just inviting his tongue to venture further into her mouth, an invitation which he readily accepted.
Dalton's cock had grown so hard it was becoming uncomfortable, constricted by his jeans. There was a part of him that wanted to rip his clothes off and ravish her, but another part that wanted to savor this experience as long as possible. A hopeless romantic, Dalton preferred to take his time and cherish every moment slowly, delaying their satisfaction.
Pulling back from her mouth, Dalton gazed into Kara's lustful eyes and put his hand under her chin, softly caressing her cheek. She leaned her face into his touch, slowly rubbing her face against his hand. Dalton moved his thumb over her lower lip, running it along the contours of her mouth. He ever so gently pushed down on her lip, to which Kara responded by bringing her tongue out to lightly lick the tip of his finger. He sighed quietly as his cock continued to throb and soak his boxers with pre-cum.
Reading her lick as an invitation, he slid his index finger into her mouth - teasingly, tantalizingly - as she closed her lips around it and slowly rocked her head as she sucked his finger, caressing it with her tongue, filling him with thoughts of how wonderful it would be to have those sweet lips and soft, warm tongue wrapped around his cock.
As she continued to suckle his finger, Dalton leaned over to kiss first her shoulder then her upper arm. He showered tiny, gentle kisses in a line from one shoulder to the other before making a line down to Kara's gorgeous melons. He licked her nipple, then blew cool air over it, making her nipple stiffen as she lightly shivered. She moaned in delight as Dalton opened his mouth wider and pulled her entire nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it. Once the first nipple had turned into a hard, dark rock, he moved to the second breast and lavished equal attention on that side. "Oh Dalton...," she sighed.
He slid his finger out of her mouth and used it to massage and caress her breast, marveling at how it responded to his touch. Kara's tits were very large - at least a DD, Dalton figured, maybe even DDD - and very soft, smooth, and perky. They were a stark contrast to his older wife's smaller, saggy breasts. It had been so many years since he had touched another woman that he stared at Kara in amazement and wonder, appreciating the beauty in a different woman's body, and hardly able to believe that he was here in this moment. He felt like a man who had gone hungry for far too long, now being served a delicious, succulent banquet. As with any buffet, Dalton wanted to sample everything, but he knew he had to pace himself so that he could enjoy everything without getting filled up too soon.
While his right hand continued to explore her left breast, Dalton leaned down to kiss the side of her right breast. Slowly, he kissed around the breast, teasing her, then as he came closer to her nipple, he simultaneously suckled one nipple firmly into his mouth, biting it lightly while his hand pinched her other nipple firmly. Kara cried out in surprise, but it was a happy sound - he knew he hadn't bit or pinched hard enough to hurt, just enough to wake up her nerve endings. He looked up at her with a devilish grin and she chuckled, "You're a bad boy, Dalton!"
"But you like it, don't you?" he winked.
"Mmmmmm, come here, I need some more of those lips!" She leaned up on her right elbow and brought her face up to his, holding the back of his head with her left hand while she plunged her tongue into his mouth. He felt like putty in her hands, unable (and unwilling!) to move; the feeling of her fingertips gently rubbing the back of his head, playing with his hair, was almost enough to put him over the edge. Dalton loved his wife dearly, but their relationship had grown so mundane, and their sex-life had become so stagnant, that he had forgotten how wonderful and delicious it felt to be with a lover for the first time. To be with someone who treated you like an irresistible, tempting treasure - to feel like a man again. It was a heady, euphoric feeling.
Kara moved her hand down his arm, touching and squeezing him tenderly, then slid it back up to his shoulder and ran her fingers lightly down his chest and stomach until she reached the waistband of his jeans. She pressed her palm to the front of his pants, confirming what she already suspected - Dalton was hard as steel! Hard for her!
"Oh my, my, what have we here?" she cooed as she cupped his balls and gently squeezed his hard-on. Dalton closed his eyes and groaned at her touch. "Does Dalton have something in here for Kara?"
All Dalton could do was grunt in approval.
"Feels like you have more to offer me than poor Tina is getting from Matt right now," she noted, making his ego swell with pride.
Kara kissed his shoulder, then his chest, before lightly scraping her teeth over his nipple, gently guiding him onto his back. She continued to kiss down the center of his body while rubbing his stiff manhood, kissing down the line of hair that led down to his belly button, then further south, disappearing beneath his waistband.
She climbed onto her knees and unbuttoned his pants, then slid the zipper down, revealing his boxers. "Mmmmmmm," she delighted as she licked her lips while sliding his boxers down in front, "This looks yummy!" Dalton arched his back, allowing her to slide his pants and boxers down off his hips, putting his cock on display for her. He wanted to be in her so badly that it ached, and seeing her pretty pink tongue flick across those lovely lips made his cock twitch with eager anticipation.
When those beautiful lips wrapped themselves around his throbbing cock, Dalton thought he had died and gone to heaven. Warm, wet, and tight, the feeling of being enveloped by her mouth made him dizzy with delirious pleasure. He laid back and relaxed, enjoying her ministrations to his penis and balls, trying to recall the last time he had felt this good with a woman. Dalton loved oral sex more than anything, but Shari wasn't particularly fond of it, so it was a treat he rarely enjoyed. As Kara bobbed slowly up and down on his cock, stroking his shaft and squeezing his balls, he felt a desperate, urgent need to taste her. He wanted to lap up her sweet juices as she devoured his cock.
