"Walking the dog," Clifford Davis shouted as he affixed a leash to the collar of Lulu, his Chihuahua-Pug mix.
"Okay," Viola Davis, Clifford's wife, shouted back as she loaded the dishwasher. She had to admit that she was a bit jealous of the relationship Clifford and Lulu shared, but Viola had never bonded with her the way her husband had. That was okay, though, as she and Clifford enjoyed many walks of their own, sans Lulu.
As Clifford made his way down the driveway he began humming Stevie Wonder's "Part-Time Lover," and when he realized he was doing so, he laughed. He didn't realize until about a year ago that he had been humming this every time he made the trip down the driveway. Well, not every time, but on nights such as this, which came about twice a week.
He walked Lulu the one-fifth of a mile down, then turned to the left just before the road. Here, there was a path leading to an alcove. As he rounded a corner, he saw that familiar black Navigator parked in its usual spot. He smiled. As he passed it, he peeked in and made out the image of a woman lying on her back, her legs spread open. His smile grew. Clifford walked about ten feet past the front of the Navigator and tied Lulu's leash to a tree trunk. He turned and removed his shirt as he made his way back to the Navigator, and once there, he opened the back door and climbed in, kicking off his shoes as he did so.
Clifford looked between the woman's legs at the softest feeling and sweetest tasting pussy he had ever known. Yes, his wife's was soft and sweet in its own right, but to Clifford, no other pussy would ever compare to this one.
"Shut the door before you let mosquitoes in," the woman said to him.
As Clifford did so, he said, "You know I just love looking at that thing."
"Then come on and get you some of it," she told him, a wicked smile on her face as her index finger curled and uncurled, beckoning him forward.
Clifford placed his mouth on it then immediately pulled back. "Damn, 'Londa. What's got you so hot and wet tonight?"
"I've been horny as hell all day," Yolanda Harris answered with a light scowl. She reached out, placed a hand behind Clifford's head, and literally mushed his face between her legs. "Oooh, shit! Ohh, yes. That's what Mama needs. That right there." Clifford ate Yolanda's pussy fast and hard, just the way she liked it. Two minutes later and she grabbed his head with both hands, holding him in place as she squealed, "Open that mouth, motherfucker. It's supper time." She then drove her pussy into his mouth as far as it would go and fucked his face as thick, warm cum spilled from her. Clifford, as he had done over the past twenty years, lapped every bit of it up. As he was licking at the final splotches of her cum, Yolanda, who was breathing heavily, said, "I sure could use another one of those."
Clifford immediately moved back to Yolanda's clit and began the process anew, stripping off his pants and underwear as he did so. It may have taken an extra minute, but the result was the same. He wanted to lap this up as well, but he also wanted nothing more at this moment than to slide is cock into her, so he did.
