Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

Then she stood up.

I rubbed the soap into her body, saving her beautiful blonde cunt for last.

Then I went to work on it.

The hair was soft and silky, the color of pure honey. As I lathered it up Jocelyn closed her eyes and gently pressed down against my hands, forcing enough pressure so that her clit was indirectly stimulated; I wanted to jam my finger all the way into her cunt, but somehow managed to wait. There would be time for that.

Then I rinsed her clean, revealing her entire body once again. I felt like licking every drop of water from her with my tongue, so smooth, soft and delicious did she seem.

Instead, however, I simply stood up and let her do the same thing to me that I had done for her.

It was fantastic.

She spent most of the time on my tits and cunt, rubbing the soap into them and making me practically come before we even had a chance to get down to serious lovemaking.

After we dried each other off, Jocelyn produced a flask of fragrant body oil, which we rubbed into each other. When we were finished, both of us were smooth and glistening, our naked bodies ready for whatever was going to take place.

Then we went to the bedroom.

The bed was large and circular, and on the ceiling there was something that made me know that Jocelyn was an unusual woman.

It was a mirror.

At first we lay down flat on our backs, looking up at our reflections. Then Jocelyn reached out and touched my left lit, massaging it and squeezing it while we both watched in the mirror.

I loved it.

I could feel my heart pounding, and deep inside my cunt it felt like something was melting; this was going to be the best afternoon of my life.

I kissed her.

At first our lips just touched gently, pressing lightly, but then I felt her tongue come slipping out between her moist membranes.

I opened my mouth wide.

Suddenly her tongue was completely inside me, flicking and darting through my mouth as if it knew exactly where to go. I couldn't believe how good it felt, and with my mind reeling I gave in to her, wrapping my arms around her body and squeezing, sliding my slippery skin against hers.

Our cunts rubbed together, and before I knew what was happening she had her legs wrapped around one of mine and was grinding against my snatch.

"God, Jocelyn…" I murmured in the few moments when my mouth wasn't completely occupied by her hungry tongue. "It's so good."

"Mmmmmmmmm… I know…"

She was on top of me now, smashing down against me, rubbing her tits against my own, madly kissing my neck.

Then she rose up to her knees above me, her hair falling disheveled to her tits, her eyes on me.

"Eat me, Carol."

I nodded happily.

"Eat my cunt."

A moment later she was straddling me, her cunt suspended just a few inches above my face.

It was a beautiful cunt.

Looking up, I could see the lips of her pussy, wet and slick, guarded by the soft, silky blonde hair of her crotch. Higher up I could see her tits, white as marshmallows with beautiful pink rosebuds for nipples.

I wanted her.

Slowly she descended, bringing her cunt down until it landed squarely on my upturned face.

Gingerly at first but with growing excitement, I began to lick the juice that surrounded her pink lips. It was warm and thick, hot cream that tasted better to me than anything I had ever eaten before in my life.

Then jabbed my tongue into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh… yeah, that's it. Do it, Carol, eat my cunt…"

My tongue flashed in and out, swirling and swishing as I laved out the inside of her pussy. Every few seconds I could feel fresh, hot pubes of her honey come churning down from deep inside her cunt, and I knew that she was enjoying what I was doing for her as much as I was enjoying doing it.

Than she did something that made it even better for both of us.

With a single swift motion she dropped back on her haunches, keeping her cunt on my face, so that her back arched and her body was just a few inches above mine, her tits facing the ceiling.

The pressure of the position caused her cunt and legs to spread even further.

My face was suddenly engulfed in a steaming, slippery mass of cream and flesh. I shoved as hard as I could, trying to bury myself in her body, wedging my jaw, chin, and tongue into her hot, steamy snatch.

"Yeah! Ohhhhhh babe, that's it… now eat me good… real good, babe, real good… eat my clit… right there…"

Her hand came down and spread her lips even wider, making it impossible for me not to see her red, swollen clit.

I went for it.

First I let my tongue flick across it, but as it grew larger I began to suck gently on the tender organ.

Jocelyn went crazy.

"Ohhh… easy… ohhhh, God!"

I grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading the white cheeks apart, making her cunt even more accessible to my tongue.

"I'm gonna come… ohhhh yeah… God, Carol, I'm gonna come… gonna… AAAAGGGGHHHH!"

Suddenly her entire pussy exploded in my face. Hot, sticky juices came flying down through her slit, pouring out onto my mouth and tongue, flooding me with the salt of her passion.

I ate it all.

Again and again my tongue shot into her muff, swirling and slurping, gobbling down every drop of her honey as if there would never be any more after this moment.

But of court that was wrong.

There would be many more times after this for Jocelyn and me.

For us it was just the beginning.

Afterwards, we lay still for a few minutes, watching our naked forms in the mirror. Then Jocelyn finished me off.

It was short, quick, and sweet.

My cunt was already on fire from everything clue that had been going on, and Jocelyn knew that it wouldn't take much to send me over the top.

She let three fingers slide inside me.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

I began to writhe and twist, marveling at the way each of her fingers found a different pressure point inside my trembling cunt, twirling and slashing in every direction.

"Make me come, Jocelyn… I wanna come…"

She smiled.

Then she began to massage my asshole with her other hand, letting her forefinger dart around the sensitive sphincter.

After that, it was over in a matter of seconds. I felt a raging, churning presence begin to rise up inside my pussy, foaming up from deep within me until suddenly I shot off like a rocket, cum squirting all over Jocelyn's hand.

It was fantastic.

Later we talked about a lot of things. It seemed that we never ran out of things to say to each other, and I was certain that she was going to be the best friend that I'd ever had.

"What about Howard?" she finally asked.

"What about him?"

We both giggled hysterically.

"You know, what are you gonna do about the tape we made?"

"Oh, that."

I knew I was playing silly games, but I really didn't care about Howard. Not right now, anyway.

But I knew she was right.

"I guess I'll just play it for him sometime and a how he likes it."

"Ain't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"Hadn't you better make a copy of it before you play it for him? Otherwise he might just ton it up and that would be the end of that."

She was right.

"Besides," she continued, a twinkle in her green eyes, "I think you're passing up a great opportunity to have some fun with this."

"What do you mean?"

Jocelyn's idea was perfect, and we didn't waste any time putting it into effect.

First she made a copy of the tape.

Then we arranged everything else so that the big event would take place on Friday afternoon. It was this that brought about the hard part, since it meant that I had to wait two days before I could tell Howard anything; if he tried anything in the meantime, I was afraid that I'd tell him what we had done and spoil every thing.