The sun was all but gone and the autumn air was just too cold for them to endure any longer. They both climbed quickly out of the big wooden tub. Erin grabbed her heavy robe from the chair where she'd placed it, hugged it to her wet shivering body and scampered across the deck for the back door of the house. Duncan ran after her naked, leaving his clothes piled next to the tub where they fell when the opportunity to bathe with his wife arose. Of course, bathing had little to do with what transpired between them... and neither of them was yet satisfied.
She pulled her heavy robe around her and shivered against the cold that had permeated her milky white flesh. She went to the stove and picked up the kettle to see how much water there was. She turned the burner on beneath it to get the water good and hot again. Duncan walked up behind her and pressed his naked body against her, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed at her neck, first one side then the other. Both of them still in the afterglow of their previous activity, they laughed and taunted and giggled like kids.
"Haven't you had enough," Erin teased.
He rubbed his hands down the fronts of her thighs.
"You can't be ready again so soon! Can you? Are you?!"
"You tell me," he said playfully as he ground himself against her so she could feel the stiffness that had begun to return to his semi-erect manhood.
"Get off me, you perv!" She turned and slapped at his chest, feigning offense. "Go stick that horrible thing somewhere else."
"Hmmmm...that little brunette at the coffee shack always flirts with me. She's gotta be AT LEAST 18 or 19."
"You even think about it," she scolded, grabbing his half-hard member, "I'll rip this thing off and feed it to the dog."
"Hey, now! Play nice!"
She pretended to ignore him, making her way to one of the cabinets. She opened it and looked inside, moved a few boxes and canisters to check behind them.
She let out an animated pouty sigh, "We're out of hot chocolate... I really wanted hot chocolate. Guess I'll have some cider... maybe some tea... I need something to warm me up."
He spun Erin around and put his arms around her cupping her soft round ass with both hands and lifted her up against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, her robe fell open and he could feel her hot womanhood against his stomach. Duncan spun them around and carried her, kissing passionately, to the kitchen table. He sat in his usual place at the head of the heavy oak table, Erin in his lap facing him.
They kissed wildly, the cold quickly leaving them both. He nibbled and sucked on her earlobe, kissing and sucking on her neck. Then slowly, he ran his wet tongue down her neck, along her collarbone and down the soft skin between her more than ample breasts. He kissed lower, down onto her soft belly then to one side, nuzzling up under her heavy breast to kiss the area where the heavy curve of it met her torso. Kissing and licking back across her belly he did the same on the other side. His strong hand caressed and squeezed one breast, softly teasing her hardening nipple against his palm. His lips and tongue traced circles across her other breast, teasing the nipple by coming close but never quite touching it. He planted tiny angel soft kisses from high on her chest, down around one side of the nipple, to the underside and back up toward the nipple. He squeezed the other breast, avoiding contact with the perky bud at the center. His mouth moved close enough that the soft hairs of his mustache glanced across her rosy red nipple causing her to quiver, his mouth hovering millimeters above it, his hot breath washing over it. Erin could take no more teasing, she grabbed two fistfuls of his long hair and pulled his mouth onto her breast. He drew her nipple between his lips and flicked at it with his tongue as she breathed a sigh of pleasure.
He carried on this way for some time, switching breasts frequently, giving them equal attention. She moaned with the increasing intensity of every suck and pinch and nibble. She ground her womanhood against him, feeling his now fully erect member pushing up against her butt. Her excitement grew and her grinding became more enthusiastic but it was the stimulation her tits were receiving that was getting her close to cumming again. As her breathing and motion indicated she was getting close, precum oozed from the tip of his fully erect cock as it rubbed against her. Eager for the next phase, he reached between them and ran his finger through heir silken bush to find her clit. after the prolonged excitement of his mouth and hands on her chest it only took a few strokes of her clit to push her over the edge. She writhed and moaned, still clutching his hair she smashed his face between her breasts. She shuddered and wailed. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over her.
Not even waiting for the convulsive pulsations of sexual release to dissipate, he lifted her up onto the heavy oak table top and told her forcefully to lie back. She complied with an appreciative smile as he pulled the chair closer to the table and his "evening meal." He pushed her legs up, knees to her chest, and held them there. Her behind floated in the air just off the edge of the table, completely exposing her most private areas to him. He went right to work kissing her ass and the backs of her thighs. The faint aroma of her womanhood, freshly drenched in the moist musky evidence of her orgasm, literally made his mouth water as he began lightly licking close to her slit. Her pubic hair was natural, having a minimum of landscaping, and the fluffy bush and hairy lips made him hot. It let him knew he was with a WOMAN.
He didn't tease her for long, he couldn't hold himself back, he wanted to taste her musky nectar. He ran the flat of his tongue, thick with saliva, along the outside of her slit and she shuddered. At the bottom of her opening he slipped just the pointed tip of his tongue between her moist folds. He slowly ran it up the length of her lips leaving them parted and wetter. Then he worked his long muscular tongue as deep into her as he could before easing it back out. He repeated it over and over, fucking her with his tongue. The little moans combined with the now more prevalent aroma cranked up his excitement. Erin's hands moved up to the backs of her knees to hold her legs to her chest when Duncan removed his. Placing fingers on both sides of her slit, he pulled it further open and buried his mouth and tongue in her as far as he could, his mustache and beard becoming soaked with her juices. He moved his mouth around inside her opening, tongue probing, his lips sucking at her folds. His manipulations got her wetter and wetter, more than he could lap up, and a small stream of it trickled from her pussy down her ass. His tongue followed the glistening trail down to her puckered asshole where he flickered his tongue against her wrinkled ring then pressed the tip against it, wriggling as hard into it as he could.
