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1. If you don't like stories about unfaithful wives please save yourself the trouble and don't read this.
2. If you don't like stories about unfaithful wives but still read this anyways, please, should you choose to respond, don't feel it necessary to tell me you don't like stories about unfaithful wives.
3. Please do not assume the story is based on some event in my life.
4. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but please do not offer me "conditional" constructive criticism (yes - I'm talking to you in particular.)
5. I haven't decided if there is another chapter in this.
Hope you all enjoy:
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"It's time."
Terri looked over the naked middle aged man lying face down on the bed she was supposed to only share with her husband.
She paused briefly before kneeling down at the foot of her bed. The naked middle aged man's feet were a couple of inches from her face. Her tongue flitted out against his toes. He quietly grunted at the first contact.
Terri had never considered herself to have had a particular "type" of man she was attracted to. But she was certain that in spite of such broad parameters, the man who's foot she was now licking was outside the range of men she'd consider bedding.
Her tongue went between his toes. She took her time with this. Terri would make sure there were no complaints. After several minutes, she moved on to sucking on a big toe. She gave each foot equal time.
The naked middle aged man was a very happy and smug naked middle aged man. He too knew that he'd otherwise have no chance with an attractive married young woman like Terri. And yet there she was, a young naked hottie wearing only a pair of cut off shorts, on her knees, making oral love to his feet. And to top it off, she was a young, married, naked hottie.
After several minutes, Terri began to move her mouth up on his body. Each lower leg was given her tongue treatment. The naked middle aged man fought the urge to flip himself over, grab her head and face fuck her. He knew that would provide some immediate release to the throbbing between his legs. But these kinds of situations rarely presented themselves and he didn't want it to end so quickly. They had time -- lots of it. And he wanted to use it all up.
Terri had now moved onto the bed and mostly on top of the naked middle aged man. She was busy kissing and lick the back side of each knee. There was, for her a certain element of humiliation in just about every aspect of what she was currently doing but she realized that this was the easy part. She tried to think about other things, but she was finding it was easier said than done.
What she couldn't stop thinking about, though, was how she'd have to wash her white t-shirt and bra. The naked middle aged man had earlier been biting and sucking her breasts -- through that t-shirt. It seemed to her she could still feel his saliva soaking through to her breasts. And she certainly could still feel the more than playful bites.
Terri's mouth was now planted on the back of his right leg's thigh. She had a clear view now of his testicles and his asshole. She worked both legs with her tongue stopping within a couple of inches of making contact with those testicles. Contact would come soon enough.