Duncan Fox: Hot piece wife

"No."

"Neither have I."

"I don't regret it."

"Me neither," Kim said.

"How about a shower?"

"Together?" Kim asked, her pussy sizzling at the thought. Before she had married she had had several affairs, and more than once shared a shower with a man.

"Of course!"

Kim felt more relaxed than she had in years when she stood and stretched, naked and unashamed, in front of the window. She noticed idly that the jump rope game had broken up. The girls had vanished. A delivery truck drove by, paused before rounding the corner. The driver looked at the house, and gaped when he saw her standing there naked, facing him. She waved at him, then laughed when he stalled the engine of his truck. With a wiggle of her tail she turned and followed Jenny to the bathroom. At least one man in the world had noticed her.

And at least one woman wanted her. Under the cool waterfall from the showerhead, they stroked and fondled each other with soapy hands. Kim loved lifting Jenny's hash, heavy breasts and letting them slide over her hands. She pressed her thumbs down on the pink buds so she could feel them squirm under the pressure. Then Jenny pinched Kim's tits hard, and Kim moaned as flames lashed her loins.

Slowly, challengingly, Kim stroked a soapy hand down Jenny's body, down toward her sodden red curls. Jenny responded by thrusting her pussy forward and spreading her legs.

Tenderly, excitingly, Kim lathered Jenny's muff, pressed the wiry, soapy-soft curls and flesh. Kim let her fingers curl under Jenny's pussy, between her thighs, felt the way her sex yielded. Jenny's green eyes glazed with lust as her cunt was expertly massaged.

Then Kim slipped a finger into Jenny's slit, and found the other woman's cunt hole. Her eyes on Jenny's, Kim slipped her finger slowly into the hot, embracing channel. She probed, deeper and deeper into Jenny's shaft. Kim eased her hand between Jenny's thighs as she reached for the bottom of her cave.

Jenny's hand cupped Kim's pussy, and Kim inadvertently curled the finger she had in Jenny's nest. Jenny moaned, and Kim wiggled her finger in Jenny's slippery shaft. Kim felt a finger slide slowly into her own cunny, and moaned, and let her feet slide apart on the slippery tiles. Rivers of water from the shower were curling around her breasts.

It was a lust duel as they stood there in the shower, fingers sunk in each other. It was a question of which of them would collapse first. Kim slipped her thumb along Jenny's slit, found her clit, and diddled it delicately. Jenny gave a gargling moan and sagged back against the shower wall. She slipped a second finger into Kim's cunt. The two fingers fucked the walls of the tunnel into convulsions. Kim's legs threatened to give way under her as she leaned forward against Jenny and felt the other woman's hot, water and soap-slick skin against hers.

"Let's go to the bed again," Kim moaned, knowing they were heading inexorably for the last, ultimate act.

"Hurry," Jenny urged. They rinsed and toweled dry with frantic haste.

Still damp, they tumbled onto the bed. Deliberately, Kim resisted the urge to dive for the heart of Jenny's auburn snatch. Instead, she ground her pussy against Jenny's thigh as she felt Jenny's twat grating against hers.

Finally, when it got to be too much for her, Kim yielded, lowered her head to Jenny's breasts. Tenderly at first, she suckled on one pink nipple, then the other. At the same time, Kim turned and squirmed on the bed, dangled one of her own breasts over Jenny's mouth. Jenny's lips closed on Kim's tit, and Kim thought she was going to die as flames roared through her. She felt Jenny's tongue rasp against her titty, and dug her teeth into Jenny's breast and pinched the rubbery nipple against the roof of her mouth. Tearing her aching breast from Jenny's sucking maw, Kim presented her other one, and groaned as that nipple, too, was battered into rigidity.

Slowly, driving herself mad with the anticipation, Kim eased her way down Jenny's trim torso to the red thicket of her twat. Kim licked her way toward the red forest, painted a wet stripe down Jenny's heaving belly. Kim tasted sweat and soap as she explored the other woman's navel. She felt her own belly button being probed by a hot worm of woman tongue.

The scent of Jenny's pussy swirled around Kim's head. She felt her lust and hunger rising from the rich aroma. She took a mouthful of Jenny's, wiry bush, used her lips to pull the curls straight, felt the soft labes drag outwards from the tugging.

After a momentary pause to pick a pubic hair off her tongue, Kim obeyed the urging of her guts and at last lowered her mouth to the warm, humid, fragrant nest between Jenny's thighs. She felt Jenny's hot breath on her pussy as she slipped her tongue shyly between the soft, hairy labes, got her first taste of woman juice. She found it delicious, and eagerly probed deeper, stroked her tongue along the distended petals of Jenny's inner twat.

Her tongue found the hole, and slowly burrowed into Jenny's vagina. Cupping her hands under Jenny's butt, Kim lifted the woman's hips. Her lips sucked on Jenny's twat as her tongue bored into the streaming channel. Kim ground her jaw against Jenny's pubic arch as she felt her clit being pulverized into a searing haze by Jenny's jaw.

Jenny struck pay dirt, fastened on Kim's clit. Kim rammed her hips down on Jenny's face as the eager red-head sucked and tongued the mini-penis, pinched it with her teeth.

Kim responded in kind – sought Jenny's protruding nubbin under its monk-like hood. Her lips closed around the nerve-bundle. She sucked, dragged it out as far as it would go. Then she flicked her tongue across the bud, and felt Jenny's thighs clamp around her head. Burying her nose in Jenny's streaming twat, Kim drew on the other woman's clit as if it was a breast that would, yield milk.

Kim's innards were being creamed by the Sapphic lust raging through her. The mouth that was tormenting her clit showed no sign of tiring, no sign of giving up the battle. The pleasure roared higher and higher and higher, until the world was awash in the smell of woman cum. Kim abandoned herself to the cataclysmic cuming and did her damnedest to create in Jenny the same towering eruption of pleasure. Jenny's thighs opened and closed on Kim's ears like clapping hands as Kim raped Jenny's slit over and over and over again, stroked her tongue from clit to cunt time after time after time. Kim tormented the clit, then scooped up the thick cum from the channel below.

Finally, as carnal convulsions knotted her whole body, and her cumming raged to an unbelievable peak, she stuffed her face into Jenny's pussy as hard as she could. Jenny bucked and heaved. Still hunching head to crotch, they rolled to their sides. The jerking heaves wrenched at them until they were drained and exhausted.

With a soft groan, Kim let go of Jenny's ass and rolled to her back and pillowed her head on Jenny's thigh. Her cheeks were sticky with a lovely mix of spit and cum. She sucked a deep, sex-scented lungful of air in through her slimy nose.

After catching her breath, she rolled her head on Jenny's leg, and stared at the sodden wreck of Jenny's cunt. The inner labes were still swollen and protruded from the hairy slit. The rich red muff was kinky and stringy with spit and cream. Kim felt her own twat getting crusty from the slowly drying juices.

"That," Jenny panted softly, "is the kind of thing that could put the vibrator makers out of business."

"And men, too?" Kim asked, knowing what her own answer to the question was.

"Uh uh," Jenny sighed. "Never!"

"This is fun. But only once in a while."

"Yeah. It'll never replace a good old-fashioned cock up the cunt."

Which reminded Kim of how long it had been since she had had a cock in her cunt. "Damn," she said miserably.