I suggest reading parts 1 through 3, but it's not necessary.
"Hold on." I sat at the table with the beers and a large bread knife. As I carved into the sandwich, I felt I had to correct Syd. "Before we sandwich you, I need to pay some attention to this lady."
My wife swallowed some beer. "Me?"
"You're the only one who hasn't cum yet."
"That's not true. When you ... "
"I know you take special pleasure from deep throating my cock and swallowing my cum." I caressed one of her nipples with the back of my knuckle. I saw her eyes flash. "But it's not really the same." I took a drink of cold beer, then leaned down to kiss the other nipple. "Is it?"
"Oh my. Um. No. Not the same. You win."
Sydney fanned her face with a paper napkin, putting on a very thick accent. "Why, you young'uns, I do declare. You're apt to give me the vapors right here."
"What are the vapors?"
"My Lordy, all I know is that I'll have to reupholster this very nice chair when you're done."
I took a bite of the sandwich, trying to look pensive as I chewed. My wife tilted her head as she asked, "What are you thinking?"
"Only that it would be easier to change the sheets on Sydney's bed than redo the furniture."
"It would, wouldn't it?"
Syd sat up straight. "Now hold on. You two have a perfectly good bed at home."
"But we couldn't have the lights on at home."
"Very funny, but ... "
Before Sydney could finish the thought, my wife grabbed my hand and we ran to the bedroom. Not bothering to close the door, we leaped onto the large king-size. I rolled on top of her for a good kiss.
Sydney cast a shadow in the doorway. She flicked on the switch, illuminating her naked body as well as our own. "Well, now that y'all have the light on, what do you intend to do?"
My wife looked up at me expectantly. "Hm?"
"First, I'm going to kiss you some more. While I'm doing that, I will start caressing you. First your face, taking your cheek in my palm with my thumb under your jaw. Like this"
She sighed. I heard Sydney flounce (there's no other word for it) onto the chair at her vanity table.
"Then I will let my hands wander: your throat, your back, along your arms. All very lightly. Followed by my mouth, blowing a soft, warm breeze along your skin."
I felt more than saw the goose flesh creep along her arm.
"Eventually, not too quickly but eventually, I will move my attention toward your center."
"Mmm. I hoped you would."
As I did, I followed my own instructions. "I will close in on your chest, admiring the soft swell of your breasts as they rise and fall with the change in your breathing. Again letting my fingers lead, they will dance around your curves, hinting but not yet giving in to the call of the sweet, beckoning nipples."
My wife raised her arms over her head and I kissed her arm pit, inhaling her natural perfume before moving down the outside of a breast. Several more warm, soft kisses to awaken the skin around her areolae. The nipples themselves got bigger, like flowers lifting their petals, searching for the sun.
"I will let my kisses move down, away from your nipples, pausing to pay special attention to your navel. My tongue will explore there, probing as a promise to probe deeply elsewhere. But I hear you moan and realize you feel neglected; cheated.
"I slide back up your body, my cock hard and slick along your thigh. I let my mouth find your nipple, swollen and begging. My tongue circles it in a random swirl before I pull it into a sudden, firm kiss. I suck hard, sending electricity straight to your clit.
"Your hips flinch in a reflex as old as humankind. I move to the other nipple, teasing then sucking then gently biting. Your gasp tells me all I need to know."
And then my wife tapped me on the head. I looked up as her eyes flick to the side. I followed her gaze to find Sydney, eyes closed, splayed on the chair, both hands furiously rubbing and pulling on her giant tits. I smiled down at my wife before continuing my journey.
"Your fingers now in my hair, guiding me downward, I sense it is time to move on.
"I slide down, allowing my tongue to trace the hairline through the crease at the top of your thigh. Down, feeling the heat increase as I get nearer. Down, encouraged by your fingers and drawn by the scent of you as a woman. Down until my nose is nestled in your auburn nest and my tongue is exploring deep into your wet center."
I paused for a deep breath of your musk but you insist. "Don't stop, My Love. Taste me."
"Touch me." The half-mumbled instructions from across the room.
"I shall do both," I say as I take another deep breath.
