Sunday morning, the next day, Maddy and Shelly were texting each other on their phones.
SHELLY: How did it go last night, girl?
MADDY: Don't ask.
SHELLY: Oh no! What happened?
MADDY: He told me had a headache. Rolled over and went to sleep.
SHELLY: Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I guess doing all that housework tired him out. LOL!
MADDY: Well, the house was pretty clean, I have to admit. Dishes done, kitchen mopped, bed made, he even changed the bed sheets!
MADDY: I just feel like a dumbass.
MADDY: taking an extra shower before bed
MADDY: putting on my sexiest lingeree
SHELLY: Which one?
MADDY: The burgundy one
SHELLY: Should have gone with the black one ;-)
MADDY: I don't think it would have made a difference.
'Maybe not,' Shelly thought to herself, 'but he's loving the black nightie I'm wearing right now.'
Shelly moved her phone aside and looked down between her legs. Scott had lifted the silky, satin material up over her hips. She saw only the top of his head, from his nose up. The rest of his face was buried between her legs, which were spread wide. Scott had pushed them wide when he knelt down on the floor in front of her, and he kept them widely apart now, his hands pushing at her knees. His breath was hot, and she whimpered as Scott drew her labia between his lips. He sucked her gently, then ran his tongue back and forth across her soft flesh.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped, as he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, hungrily lapping her up. Then his tongue withdrew, and he teased the tip along her crown, probing, searching, until her puffy, little clit pushed up proudly from the tissue that enveloped it.
"Mmmmmm," she purred. "Fuck yeah."
Shelly lifted her phone, flipped Snatchap on, and caught a quick video of Scott eating her out. She added some text, to give her loyal followers some context, "When he stops to see me on his way home -- enjoy that first kiss, wifey!" and hit send.
Shelly was a flirt, and beyond that, an exhibitionist. Snapchat was one of her special vices. Over the years, she had developed a rather large following -- mostly men, but a few curious ladies, too. Shelly had never been shy about posting pictures of her sexy body, and that had gotten her a good base of fans. Her numbers started to really climb, however, when she started snapping candid pics and vids from her various natural marital affairs -- like this one with Scott.
Did she worry that Madeline might find out? No, not really. Shelly had secretly sneaked on to Madeline's phone one time, and checked for the app. Nothing. She had a Facebook app, but no Snapchat, no Instagram.
Shelly flipped back to her messaging app.
SHELLY: Where is he now? Scott? Still in bed?
MADDY: No, I sent him off to do some errands.
Shelly looked down as Scott's thumbs spread her pussy lips apart. She felt his tongue slide slowly from her slit, up to her crown, lapping her juices and teasing her clitoris before retracing it's path back to her depths.
On her phone, Shelly typed.
SHELLY: Tommy have game tomorrow?
It was growing difficult to type. Scott's adminstrations were causing Shelly to lose all concentration. But she felt a need to keep Madeline busy, less she go outside for a walk, look down the street and see her husband's truck in Shelly's driveway. Scott was taking a tremendous risk, but she loved that he'd stopped in to her house this morning, on the way back from whatever errands Madeline had sent him on. Yesterday, she had confided to Scott that her husband Bill was going to be away on business until Wednesday, and that he was welcome to sneak in her backdoor anytime.
Shelly's breath escaped her lips in tiny, shuddering fragments.
"Oh, shit," she managed to whisper, as his finger entered between the folds of her sex. His finger was hooked, pressing upward and making a circular motion, as his tongue rubbed against her clitoris, mirroring the motion. Shelly moaned up at the ceiling.
MADDY: Yes. Do you want to come?
SHELLY: Yes
'God, yes, I want to cum,' Shelly thought, as Scott's tongue worked her clit, and his finger massaged her G-spot. 'So fucking bad. And we're almost there.'
"That's it," she gasped. "Faster."
Scott's tongue danced on and around her clit. His finger rubbed against her in a blur, faster and faster. Then he drew her clit into his mouth, as he would a nipple, and sucked.
Shelly gasped, and the first tremors wracked her body. Her hips swivelled and rocked, slowly at first, then bucking madly.
"Oh, Ohhhhhh -- I'm cummmmmmming!"
Her orgasm rose higher, she arched her back and lifted her hips off the couch. She bore down on Scott's hand, forcing his fingers deep into her pussy. She gave a final, spasmed cry and then her body rewarded Scott with that which he had worked so hard to release. She could feel herself flowing onto his eager, attentive tongue.
"Mmmm," Shelly said, as Scott got up from his kneeling position at the side of her bed. He hadn't removed his own clothes, even though she'd asked him to. He had told her he couldn't stay, that he was just stopping by briefly on his way home.
"Awww, are you sure you have to leave so soon? Yesterday we spent the whole day together!"
Scott chuckled.
"Just wanted to come over and thank you for that. It was ... remarkable."
"I assure you," Shelly purred, "The pleasure was entirely mine. Just remember, I have a little surprise planned for your wife. She's horny as hell, but I want you holding her off until Wednesday! After that, she's fair game in the bedroom again."
"Are you going to fill me in on the surprise?" He asked.
Shelly's eyes twinkled.
"Nope! But if you're feeling a little horny tomorrow, please stop by after work. Or before work. Or during work." Shelly laughed. "Remember, I'm here all alone this week, til Wednesday ... and always horny as hell."
Scott laughed, and blew Shelly a kiss on his way out the door. She heard him jog down the steps of her front walk, then heard the sound of his car start up in. As she walked to the screen doorway, his truck was pulling out into the street. They both waved to each other.
