Chapter IV
Arranging infidelity
To say my wife was horny as our new neighbours left that evening would be an understatement. She grabbed my hand and ran up the stairs, breathlessly closing the bedroom door the moment we were in the room. Her remaining clothes pooled on the floor in seconds.
Her hands darted over my body, mine over hers. She panted as she sat on the bed, looking up at me with fiery lust consuming her every thought. "Go down on me." She slid her buttocks onto the bed. The naked woman groaned as my lips touched hers, sliding my hands over her wanton body.
My tongue swept over her desperately moist cunt, teasing the delicious woman with gentle nibbles of her thighs, and skirting over her hairless mons. She snarled in expectation, demanding more. I glanced over her delicate curves and breasts; the light sparkled on her body, undulating across the bed like waves on a sea.
Her impatience was clear, frustration gushed from her pores as my lips teased and tormented. I could taste her horniness, so eager for me to devour her sapid wetness and plunge my lips across her desperate slit.
But I adored the scent of her aching cunt, and my sadistic streak aired as I enjoyed her frantic visceral cries. She howled; ordering then pleading with me to "do it properly" until my own lust could stand it no more, and my lips enjoyed her button.
Her cunt oozed wetness. Her body flinched and writhed as my tongue flicked and lapped her sensitive clit. My cock pressed hard against the mattress as she groaned, and panted, breathlessly squealing my name until the lust inside peaked and an avalanche of passionate satisfaction engulfed her.
She slumped against the bed.
My wife was rarely sated with one orgasm, and a few seconds later she pressed my moist face into her cunt. "Again," she mumbled, squealing as my lips swirled against her delicate button and my fingers pressed into her hole, twisting and sliding into her slippery wetness.
I pressed against her G-Spot, I lapped at her clit and I rocked my erection back and forth against the bed, slowly humping the satin to provide relief for my aching cock. Erin was way ahead, crying loudly as her body neared her second orgasm and a wave of lustful pleasure cascaded through her desperate body.
And she still wasn't done; a few moments later, my lips were pressed against her desperate snatch and she coated my cheeks with a blast of her feminine juices, squirting as my fingers caressed her G-Spot into a release of overwhelming ecstasy.
She reached into her bedside drawer as she came down from her orgasm and pressed her vibrator against her clit, inches from my face. My fingers rotated into her hole and she looked at me with glazed eyes, turning to her side, as her grip pushed the vibrating wand against her insatiable arousal.
"Come here," she ordered, and I slid up the bed, she pressed my fingers into my mouth to taste her juices, sucking the lust off my fingertips as she ground the pink toy into her aching cunt and squealed, doubling the size of the wetspot in seconds.
Her eyes twinkled as the hot pink silicone wand was pressed against my erection. I shuddered, feeling the vibrations through the female underwear, tented by the hard cock appreciating the erotic shenanigans of my wife.
I groaned as I panted. She giggled. "You're not going to cum in my underwear are you? You naughty little boy!"
"Ummm..." I squealed. The vibrations were intense as she rubbed the toy on the underside of my cock, pressing against the frenulum and glans of my erect prick.
"Naughty little boys make their lovely little panties messy!" She teased. My hands went to remove them; she slapped them away. "If Peter wants to come tonight then he'd leave his panties right alone."
I sighed, closing my eyes as my thoughts drifted to the intense fire in my loins as my wife teased me, bringing me moments away from my orgasm before removing the wand.
All the time she reinforced what she was doing. "Peter's going to come in my panties," she taunted. "What a good little slut Peter is." I loved her dominating nature, and she pulled one of her favourite black dildos from her drawer. I watched as she pressed it into my groaning mouth.
"Have something to enjoy," she teased as the rubber toy entered my mouth by a few inches. I pressed my tongue against it, spluttering. When my hands went to my face, the wand left my cock and she slapped the outstretched fingers away. It was cruel. "Just warm it up for me," she taunted, pressing the vibrator onto a higher setting.
The stronger pulses and vibrations on the underside of my cock had me teetering on the edge in seconds; I groaned into the fake phallus wedged into my mouth. I could feel my groans echoing down the rubber, feeling the sense of fullness in my mouth as my wife drove me to a climax in her underwear.
