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Layla and Ben had been together for two years. They were a seemingly happy couple in their late thirties, living together without children. While they had never married, they were fully intent on seeing the relationship through.
Ben was 5'9", and slender in frame, weighing around 150 lbs. Though he wasn't tall, his arms and legs were long and his torso a bit shorter. His body was defined, but not particularly muscular. While he could be loud and quite social, he was generally softer spoken and of a quiet and gentle nature.
Layla had easily fallen for him years before. There was something she found so cute about him, his little butt, his kind eyes, his comfort with showing emotion. Unlike some overly masculine men, trying to exude and inflated sense of ego.
Layla was petite, 5'5", 115, with a slender face, green eyes, and dirty blonde/light brown wavy hair. A cute button nose centered between joyful cheeks speckled with a few freckles. Her b-cup breasts accented her small frame perfectly, along with her firm and round little ass.
While sex wasn't quite as frequent as when they first fell for each other, their sex lives were satisfying and both satisfied. Having been friends long before dating, their ease of being together and around each other was quite comfortable to them both.
Ben had spent the day catching up on the monotony of home chores that unfortunately always demanded attention. With the weather being soggy and slightly cold outside. It was quiet at their quaint little house in town, especially since Layla had to go into the office for a few hours during Ben's day off.
Layla's fingers typed out the last few words needed to complete the inquiries required before her departure. Her mind wandered, hung up on her discovery while unintentionally snooping on Ben's computer earlier that week.
She had opened it up hoping to confirm a package's shipping date and stumbled on to a window that had failed to be closed by him sometime previously. A variety of videos played through trailers on the screen from his last porn jerkoff session.
Layla never had a problem with Ben watching porn or pleasuring himself, as she assumed most men did. However, she wasn't expecting to see the subject matters that had been searched.
As she sat in her office chair, the images again flooded her mind, the words of women degrading their lovers...and her pussy soaked her panties. Why it turned him on...why it turned her on...she didn't quite know, but she hadn't broached the subject with him. Realizing that it wasn't the place to get caught up in such things, she shook it off, switched off her screen and prepared for her drive home.
Ben looked at the clock on the oven. Seeing the time he knew he didn't have a large enough window, before Layla would be home, to get off. His semi-chubbed up cock now only served as an annoyance.
Layla's car pulled up the drive, she hit the remote and the garage door began it's ascent. Layla shifted in her seat, adjusting herself, as her moist panties treated to soak through the rest of her clothing. A deep breath of relief escaped her mouth as she placed the car in park, and removed her keys.
"Hey babe," Ben said as he was leaning over the sink.
Layla hung her work bag on the rack in the entryway and walked up behind Ben, taking a firm hold of one of his asscheeks, then running her finger slowly down his asscrack, before making little circles around his little puckered hole. The gym shorts he was wearing did very little to hinder her assault.
Ben let out a surprise "Ohhh," and began to stand, but Layla pushed against his back forcing him back to his bent over state as she continued to tease his rosebud.
With her hand between them, she pressed his pelvis against him, curling her fingers a bit as she did, causing him to jump a little.
"You've got such a nice little ass," Layla said in a breathy, seductive tone. The. She gave it a firm slap.
Pressing her pelvis into his ass again, she reached around and gave his hard cock a squeeze, "Oh, my...,"she said as she slid her hand down the waistband of his shorts, and swiped her finger over the slit of his swollen head,"... that didn't take much."
As she pulled her hand out she raised it to his lips and began to press against them, causing him to open slightly as she pressed her finger in and onto his tongue.
"Hmmm," she almost moaned and pulled briskly away before heading down the hall to the bedroom.
Ben began to wipe his hands to prepare to follow her, but as he did he heard the bathroom door close, and figured he'd finish the last few dishes first.
Layla's mind raced, as her pussy was dripping at the thoughts swirling in her head. He obviously was turned on by such thoughts, right? So why did it feel so weird or risky to indulge him?
Placing the last dish on the rack to dry, Ben dried his hands and turned from the sink.
As he walked into the hallway, the bathroom door opened, and Layla forcefully pushed Ben against the wall to then kiss him.
The force had caught Ben by surprise causing him to, "Ommph." Before he could respond her hands pressed against his chest as her lips met his. Her tongue forcefully parted his lips and began probing into his mouth with more intensity than she usually applied.
She had removed all her clothing down to her undies prior to, and he could feel her skin rub against his as he sucked at her tongue.
Her hand grabbed his and pulled it to the wet fabric over her slit.
