Patrick pulled into the driveway of his home. He had arrived home two hours early today. The phone system at work had finally fizzled out. Workmen were in the process of tearing out the wiring and all personnel had been given the day off. Patrick was anxious about the extra time to spend with his wife Claire.
Claire was a beauty to behold. Long, rich curls of auburn cascade down her sleek back. Her eyes of emeralds shine like a forests reflection of morning light. Her ample breasts, a delicious morsel, drive mortal men to yearn for them. And her firm delicate ass penetrates the minds of men and women with thoughts of impure delight. Patrick himself produced many gazes from the sparkling eyes of pretty women. Ruggedly handsome features, with a soft boyish character, intrigue the interest of many passersby. His broad shoulders and firm chest, framed by strong gentle arms, hint at an impeccable endurance. Blue eyes blazing, he headed up the stairs in his house to ravish his sensuous goddess.
As he quietly opened the door to his bedroom, hoping to surprise his wife with his early arrival, his eyes met a seen of utter surprise and unleashed lust. His gorgeous partner lay on the bed dressed in green lingerie. Her stocking clad legs, garter and all, were spread for an offering of pure bliss. But lying there before her was the lithe body of pretty blond woman. The stranger's fierce tongue was probing the wet petals before her. Eager lips sucked on swollen labia. Claire's honey, dripping down her lovely slit, was caught deftly by her feminine lover. Her eyes closed, enjoying the erotic stimulation. Patrick's initial shock and anger quickly turned to hot passion, as his thick cock swelled in record time.
He slid onto the bed, next to his wife, a hand stoking her breast. Her eyes opened wide with surprise, but as the unknown women's lips locked onto her clit, a cloud of lust glazed over the pools deep green. She smiled lovingly at her husband giving him a wink to join the frolic. The blonde looked up with equal surprise. However, seeing the outline of a hard, eight-inch prick in Patrick's slacks, turned her frown into a devilish grin. She returned her painter's tongue to the silken canvas.