Robert Taylor: Bored wife

"Lap me," Betsy said.

He gulped down the whiskey. Eyes watering, swallowing hard, he said, "Scandal would ruin me with the company…"

Betsy resumed icily pulling her nipples, eyeing him. Then she saw it happen. A bulge in his pan leg. A lifting, a ridge in the material. An erection at last.

He stared at her pussy. He took a deep breath and suddenly came at a run, diving, clapping down on his knees and plunging his face into her cunt.

His mouth enclosed her crotch from mound to asshole, and sucked.

He seemed to suck the heart right out of her. Betsy gave a shriek of joy and seized his head, dragged him in just as his tongue slid up her hole, and oh, it felt as big as a cock!

With that June slid off the bed and scrambled about gathering up her clothes and ran from the room.

Shortly Betsy heard the girl's heels clatter out the kitchen, then the screen door swatting shut. Gone.

Betsy caressed her husband's dark, smooth hair as she humped into orgasm, heels on his back now, pulling a cum off the tongue flailing so thrillingly at the walls of her cunt.

She fell back on the bed, smiling blissfully as she panted through her cum.

[Missing text] enjoy cock. What she must have suffered with Jim, and what she had missed!

The throbbing of Jim's prick had ceased. She had sucked it dry. But Betsy kept the meaty thing in her mouth, nibbling and licking it. She would continue until it was hard again and they could fuck.

"You sure have got a big clit," he said.

She sighed. So at last he had noticed it! Well, at least that was a start.

There, that was it, a beginning. As though they had just been married.

Pleased with the thought, she rested her head on her husband's hairy thigh, and slowly, voluptuously, sucked away at his cock.