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My husband is the most adoring and loving man that a woman could ever want. However, he still doesn't realize what an insatiable and horny slut he's married to.
"Honey, would you please answer the door?" I called out, "It must be the pizza that you ordered."
Then, I heard the doorbell ring again. "Baby, would you please get that? I'm stark naked."
I had just jumped out of the shower and I was standing in front of the mirror with water droplets dripping down my body. Twenty minutes earlier, Jim had opened the bathroom door to tell me that he had ordered a pizza for us.
I cussed under my breath as I heard the doorbell ring a third time. Where could Jim be, I wondered. I dried off as quickly as possible and then darted into the bedroom. I saw one of Jim's t-shirts lying on the end of the bed. I threw it on and hastily looked at myself in the full-length mirror. His shirt fit my 5'3", 101lb body like an oversized dress. Not a flattering look, I thought, but it would have to do.
I scanned the house as I made my way to the front door. I didn't see Jim anywhere. Again the doorbell rang. "I'll be right there," I yelled out as I continued toward the front door.
"Hello," I said as I opened the door, expecting to see a pimpled face pizza boy.
To my surprise, standing before me was John, one of Jim's friends. "Oh, I'm sorry, John. I was expecting the pizza boy," I exclaimed.
"All I know is that I need to get a second job delivering pizzas!" John joked.
"Oh, come on, John. It's only a t-shirt for Pete's sake."
John paused, and I could see that he was deliberately looking me up and down. Then he said with a sly smile, "It may only be a t-shirt, but you look extremely sexy in it!"
I smiled and replied, "You are such a flatterer, John!"
Like most women, I had always been attracted to John. He had a sexy, rugged look that I had always found extremely appealing. He stood 6'1" tall, with broad shoulders, a large chest, and beautifully sculpted arms. John owned his own construction company and his skin was darkly tanned from working outside. John's face was chiseled, with the most gorgeous set of teeth that I had ever seen on a man. His pitch-black hair was long and wavy and his eyes were heart-penetratingly dark. I had always been amazed at the size of John's hands. They appeared to be twice the size of most men's and I loved their rough texture and the strength that I felt in them when he touched me.
I quickly realized that I had gone into a slight trance staring at this Adonis of a man. I found myself blushing as I said, "Get that sexy body of yours inside here and give me a kiss!"
John stepped inside the foyer and closed the door behind him. I had started to walk up the stairs when he called out, "Hey! What about that kiss you asked for?"
I took another step up the stairs and said, "Oh, you will have to wait."
I shook my butt to taunt him. I heard him exhale heavily, causing me to pause for a brief moment before I turned to face him. He was standing there looking like a little boy who just had his favorite toy swiped away. I winked at him and said, "Now you know that I'll never pass up a kiss from you, my sexy hunk!"
I took several quick steps down toward him and jumped up into his strong, muscular arms. I wrapped both arms around his neck and leaned in to give him one of our usual quick pecks on the lips. But John gave me the sexiest kiss that I've ever received from him. I leaned back and tilted my head, as if to ask what that was all about. He looked so handsome and I was thoroughly enjoying being wrapped tightly in his arms. He kept me lifted up in the air effortlessly, with just one hand under my ass.
John remarked, "Your kisses are absolutely intoxicating!"
Before I could reply, he had his other hand behind my head, kissing me gently, again, and again, and again. I found myself totally lost in the moment with him. I could feel one hand caressing my neck while his other squeezed my ass.
Our 'friendly' kissing had transformed into all out French-kissing in a matter of seconds. Our tongues were exploring the inside of each other's mouths like two sex-starved lovers. We both knew that we were in dangerous territory and that we should stop. John continued to massage my ass while lightly pulling on my hair and working his magical tongue in my mouth.