Chapter 9

As she did every day, Carole studied herself in the full-length mirror, looking for unsightly fat deposits, cellulite, as they were also called. She didn't care what they were called. She hated them.

She thought that her mouth was too large and spoiled her face. On the plus side, she had really full, luscious lips. Josh called her mouth sensuous, fuckable. Well, he used to. She couldn't remember the last time he fucked it. Tonight, she intended to correct that terrible oversight!

The rest of her well-tanned body readily passed muster. At twenty-eight, her large melon-shaped breasts showed no sign of sagging, in spite of their size. Her clear blue eyes danced with the joy of life. Her five-foot-three frame easily supported her 125 pounds.

Ignoring the scare-mongers who warned about the danger of the sun, she slathered on the sunscreen and let Old Sol caress her entire, naked body a few minutes most every day. She looked like a beach bunny, with her blonde hair and bronze skin, even though the nearest beach was hundreds of mile away. After each time in the sun, she used loads of skin conditioner. The conditioner, along with her good genes, kept her skin as soft as silk.

Grinning mischievously, she teased the long thicket of hair along her slit between two fingers, coaxing it into greater fullness. She wet the tip of one index finger and rubbed her nipples until the large buds expanded and stood up proudly.

The frustration of a boring marriage overshadowed the twinkle, the vitality, in her eyes for a while. Only when she started fucking other men did the zing, the love of life, return. Even her flings with others had begun to bore her. Then she met Kathleen and Cinnamon, and her whole world changed.

As satisfied as possible, given the quality of the raw material, she fixed a tall Black Jack and water for Josh. She took a few sips while waiting for him to come out of the darkroom and notice that she was still alive and kicking.

Tonight, for the first time in months, she would greet him dressed in a very provocative manner, with his favorite highball in her hand. She hoped he took the hint and did something about the itch between her legs.

Josh came out of the darkroom, took one look at Carole, and did a double take. Her bright red bra with holes for her long nipples, crotchless red panties and red sandals with spike heels and straps that wound over her trim ankles and around her well-turned calves made his cock tingle. Her kinky, titillating outfit, her cat-that-ate-the-canary grin and the drink in her hand were an explicit statement of something, but he wasn't quite sure what.

"I always did like you in fuck-me shoes," he said. He took the glass and drank nearly half of the potent liquid. "What's going on?"

"Do I really have to draw you a picture?" she asked coyly, giving him a come-hither look.

He looked at the jumble of the blonde hair showing through the slit in her panties. His eyes wandered up her body slowly, savoring the beautiful sight. They settled on her long, thick nipples protruding through the holes in the center of her bra. He lifted one eyebrow, silently questioning the reason for the unexpected greeting.

Carole shrugged and answered his unspoken question. "I want you. It's been so long, Josh, too long. You haven't forgotten how to make love to your wife, have you?"

He caught her veiled admonisliment, knew he would start a fight if he mentioned it. Only a damn fool would fight with a woman dressed that way and openly inviting him to fuck her. Even if she was his wife. He stepped closer and ran his fuck finger through her slit. With the tip of his finger hovering lightly on her clit, he kissed each of her nipples, felt them swell.

She unzipped his pants and dug out his cock.

She stroked it slowly and tilted her head for another kiss. She gently jerked his dick and he tenderly toyed with her clit as they kissed. She broke the kiss and took a step back, breathing hard, a sparkle of carnal joy lighting up her eyes. T fixed your bath."

"You know that I take showers," he replied.

"Tonight, you're going to take a bath." Holding his cock like a handle, she led him to the bathroom. She undressed him, pausing occasionally in her work to either fondle or kiss his cock. She put him in the tub and handed him his drink. "Humor me. Relax while I hang up your clothes. Then I'll bathe you."

Entirely convinced that his wife no longer had any interest in sex, her unusual behavior puzzled him. People seldom change unless something important happens. He wondered what catalyst had got her interested in his cock again. He wanted to know, but didn't ask and break whatever spell she was under.

Pussy was pussy, after all, and he hadn't had any in several days. Willing women weren't nearly as plentiful in the sticks as they had been in the city. He could probably go back to Cinnamon for an encore, but Kathleen would be there and dealing with the frustration of wanting something he couldn't have didn't thrill him.

Carole returned and, without a word of explanation, scrubbed him with a rough loofah until his skin tingled. She washed his balls and cock with soapy hands, manipulating his cock until it got hard. Which, as usual, didn't take long.

She grinned as she slowly, lovingly, jacked him, using both hands, one above the other. She held his shaft erect with her left hand, made a ring with forefinger and thumb of her right hand and slipped it over the extra large, bare knob. She twisted her hand with an exaggerated movement while sliding it up and down on just his cockhead. She glanced at him covertly from the corner of her eye to confirm his pleasure.

"I can barely reach around the head of your cock," she whispered. "I can feel the throbbing of your pulse in it. Hard to believe a hunk of meat can get so hard from just filling with blood. And what a lovely hunk of meat it is."

He humped his ass gently, shoving his prick through the ring of her forefinger and thumb. "You're full of surprises tonight."

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" She giggled lewdly.

He didn't giggle. He moaned. Her soapy fingers around the second most sensitive spot on his body nearly drove him to distraction.

"I've always liked your cock, darling," she continued. "The first time I saw it, I told myself that I was a very lucky woman." She alternated between tightening and loosening the ring of her fingers as she stimulated the head of his cock.

Josh grunted. Craving radiated from the head of his cock, flooded his entire body. He couldn't remember the last time she'd played with his cock. Obviously, she intended to fuck him, or she wouldn't be wearing such a captivating outfit and behaving so seductively. Pronto, he hoped. He couldn't hold his cum back much longer.

Carole wrapped her whole hand around his cockhead and made a loose fist, and cupped his balls in her left hand. She rolled the delicate orbs gently, knowing that, if she wished, she could reduce him to a babbling idiot simply by squeezing hard. For a few moments, she rotated and pumped her hand on just the bare knob.

"God, baby!" he moaned. "That feels good!"

"Thought you might like it," she whispered in reply.

"I love it!" he exclaimed, half under his breath as rapture threatened to take away his voice.

"Want me to jack you off and relieve the pressure?" she asked quietly, staring at his stiff rod.

"Looks like you've got matters well in hand," he gasped.

"What I've got in hand is one great hunk of meat," she said with a giggle.

"What are we going to do later?"

"Oh, a little of this and a little of that," she said ambiguously. "Porterhouse steaks and salad for dinner. When we need sustenance." She squeezed his shaft and gazed amorously at the big head.

"When we fuck and your big knob rubs my G-spot, I nearly lose my mind." She nearly slipped and said that other men seldom did that to her. "It works best when you fuck me from behind. I love it when I get on my hands and knees and take it that way."

"You haven't talked to me this way in years," he said. He bit his tongue to keep from asking why she was doing so now.

Carole bit her tongue to keep from saying she hadn't had the chance to talk to him this way in years. "Your cock fits my pussy perfectly and feels just fabulous in my hand. I have a little trouble getting my mouth around it." She looked at him and snickered. "And don't tell me that my mouth is so big, I shouldn't."

"I like your mouth," he replied. "I don't think it's too big."

"Not for sucking big cocks, anyway," she said.

"You really are different tonight."

She knew what he was thinking, the question he wanted to ask and didn't dare. She would have to keep his mind on sex so he wouldn't press too hard, at least until she was ready to tell him. She had to find out something first.

Strange how my attitude has changed since fucking Kathleen and Cinnamon, she thought, staring at her hand sliding around the head of his cock. Wonder what my darling husband would think if he knew? Maybe I'll tell him. But only after I know what kind of reaction to expect.

She stuck out the middle finger of her left hand and tickled the space between his balls and his ass-hole. Her right hand moved faster, going up and down the full length of his impressive, pulsating shaft.

"You can cum any time, darling," she murmured softly. "I want to watch your juice spurt out of your cock."

Although he welcomed it, he didn't need her approval. He had reached the point where only a bullet in the brain would shut off his orgasm. Even if she stopped jacking him, he would still cum.

He grunted, a raucous sound that started in the bottom of his stomach and poured from his mouth. An instant later, cum poured from his cock. His grunts became loud moans, almost yells of joy. She pumped his cock steadily, with the same rhythm that brought him to this point.

"Ooohhh, darling, look at the cum fly!" she exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "Oooooo, I love it! My God, there must a gallon of the stuff. Just look at it!"

He couldn't look. His cock had swelled to gargantuan proportions, pulled his eyelids down and held them so tight that his eyes wouldn't open. His body wouldn't stop jerking and thrashing. Every muscle in his body felt as tight as a bow string. Every nerve jangled. Water splashed out of the tub with as much force as the cum squirting from his cock.

Carole jacked him faster, twisting her hand around the shaft as it went up and down. She loosened her grip on the upstroke and tightened it on the downstroke. When her hand reached the end of his cock, her palm passed over the tip, capturing some of his sticky essence. She spread the slick fluid along his shaft as he hand went down, adding his cum to the soap, making his prick more slippery.

She pulled and squeezed and twisted his cock until she drained it dry. Toward the end of his ecstasy, he pried his eyes open and watched his wife squeeze the last drop of cum from his cock. His eyes darted back and forth between his cock and her face, noting her passionate look and dreamy, half-closed eyes

"There," she said sweetly, "how was that?"

"Outstanding!" he exulted. "I didn't know that jacking off could feel so good."

"Well, I'm sure it doesn't when you do it yourself. I know that your finger on my clit feels so much better than mine. Now, stand up and I'll rinse you."

"If my legs will work!" he said with a joyous guffaw. "They feel like jelly. You sure handled my cock well. I didn't know I had so much cum in me."

"You'd better have a lot more where that came from!" she teased, chuckling erotically.

She rinsed him, helped him out of the tub, and dried him. Uncharacteristically, she tossed the wet towel on the floor and took his hand. She led him into the living room. When she left the bathroom to hang up his clothes, she detoured into the living room. A large sheepskin rug lay in front of the couch, and a bottle of champagne sat in a cooler close at hand.

"My, my, you went all out." He kissed his wife and patted her foxy ass. "Whatever you intend to do."

"Lie down on your stomach."

"Come on, baby, tell me what this is all about."

"I'm going to give you a massage. With warm oil. All over your hunky body. Toes and fingers and everything!"

"Hmmmmmm, that sound's exciting. My cock, too?"

"Don't worry about your cock, darling. I'll take good care of it." She beamed and flicked her tongue quickly in and out of his mouth as she kissed him on the lips.

"Where did you get this rug and that sexy outfit?"

"Oh, I went shopping. Now, do you want to talk or do?"

Josh's mama didn't raise any fools. He grinned and lay down. "Whooo, this rug feels absolutely decadent."

Carole reached under him and pulled his cock and balls back between his legs so she could look at them while she worked.

"Don't lie on those precious things, darling," she said. "You might crush them and then they wouldn't help either of us."

She began at his feet and massaged his toes one at a time, using a liberal amount of oil. He lay quietly, but sparks of fervor jogged through his body and brain.

She poured oil over his feet and massaged them. She oiled his left leg and massaged it, paying attention to the muscles in the back of his calf and the back of his thigh. She stopped just short of his left buttock and went to work on his right leg.

Enjoyment made him almost forget the carnal nature of the massage. When she poured oil over the cheeks of his ass and kneaded them, the sparks of fervor ran a little faster. She parted his buttocks and drizzled oil down the crevice, and the sparks shot through him.

Josh lifted his head and looked back over his shoulder at her. She grinned like a naughty little imp and ran the tip of her finger along the crack of his ass. She looked into his eyes and eased the tip of her finger inside his ass-hole, and he nearly levitated off the rug.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" she teased in a throaty whisper.

Josh only grunted. She caught him by surprise because she had never touched his ass-hole before, let alone stuck her finger in it. She enhanced the odd sensation by pushing her finger in further. He stayed on the rug, but he sucked in his breath sharply.

Carole chuckled and played with his ass-hole a couple of minutes. "Someday, I might get up enough nerve to let you stick your big cock up my ass. It will probably split me wide open. Have your ever thought about fucking me in the ass?"

"Yeah, a few times," he said.

She withdrew her finger from his ass and resumed her massage. She diligently massaged his shoulders and neck, nearly putting him to sleep before moving down his arms. She repeated the toe massage on his fingers.

She patted his ass and said, "Turn over, so I can do your front."

She started at his feet again and worked her way up to his chest, deliberately skipping his cock. He sprawled on the rug with his eyes closed, thoroughly relaxed, enjoying both the sensuous sensation of the sheepskin and the massage.

She got between his legs, leaned over and licked his cock. His body convulsed as though thousands of volts of electricity had shot through him. He lifted his head and looked at his wife.

"You're very imaginative tonight," he said. "More so than I remember."

"You have a short memory," she quipped.

As soon as she said it, she realized that she shouldn't have. She quickly licked his cock again to divert him and take the sting out of her rebuke. It worked. He pushed himself up on his elbows so he could watch her.

She licked until his cock rose to its full glory. Her hands played lightly over his cock and balls, feathery touches that made him tremble. "Gorgeous cock, she crooned, her voice soft and soothing. "So big and beautiful. And your balls are so full again. You need to cum badly, don't you?"

"Yeah," he wheezed, looking down at his lovely blonde wife, surrendering to her.

Her tongue slithered between her lush lips, stretching way out, reminding him of a giraffe's tongue. He knew that wasn't a flattering metaphor, but couldn't think of a better one at the moment. The tip swiped across the head of his prick, and he shuddered. She cupped his balls in her left hand, letting the hard, sensitive spheres rest in her soft, warm palm. She closed her right hand around his stiff, pulsing shaft. Her tongue curled around the head of his cock, hot and wet on the nerve-filled knob.

Josh liked to watch a woman lick on his bone. That it was his foxy wife doing so heightened his pleasure. Heat of sexual passion permeated to the very core of his being. Even the marrow in his bones tingled. She hadn't said she would suck him off, but she obviously intended to. He hoped so. She was a better cocksucker than he remembered, and her hot mouth felt wonderful.

He suddenly realized how much fun he had been missing by ignoring her. He couldn't bring himself to admit that it was at least partly his fault. He had to spend a lot of time with his photography. How else could he give her the lifestyle she liked, and loads of money to spend?

She slid her tongue along the underside of his tool, from the head to the base and back up again. She opened her mouth wide with her tongue fully extended, and lowered her head so slowly, it looked as if she was moving in slow motion. He arched his hips and shoved his cock at her.

She chuckled and wiggled the tip of her tongue over his cockhead. Then she let his prick slide slowly over her soft, sexy lips into her mouth until the tip of her extended tongue touched the base of his cock.

He sighed deeply and quaked all over. She had never loved his cock with such consummate skill.

She drew her tongue back into her mouth deliberately, provocatively, sliding it along the bottom of his shaft. Once again, her tongue curled around the head, laving it tenderly, coating it with warm saliva. She held it in her mouth and loved it without applying any suction.

He groaned out loud, and she chuckled again. The vibrations from her vocal cords lashed his cockhead. He groaned louder. She lifted her head and looked at him with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.

"You like getting your cock sucked, don't you?" Her tongue flashed out and laved the tip of his organ.

"You got that right!"

"Do you like to suck pussy as much as you like getting blown?"

"Never thought about it. I like to suck pussy."

Her tongue made another swipe at his cock, going from the base to the head along the underside. She gripped his shaft tightly with her hand just below the knob. Her tongue went into motion, licking only the bare head, periodically curling all the way around it. She licked it up and down, went all the way around it, twisting his cock and turning her head so she covered every inch of the tender flesh.

His cock got so hard, it almost hurt. The head swelled bigger than he could remember, so full that pangs of lust shot through it. He wished she would hurry and take it into her mouth.

She moved her hand up and down as she licked. She gripped the knob loosely in her fist and spent several long, agonizing minutes licking the shaft. She gripped the shaft just behind the head again and dribbled saliva on the naked knob. She stroked, slipping her hand up around the head, then going all the way to the base.

"Playing with your cock is fun," she said softly. "Am I making it feel good? I really want to, you know."

"Fuck, yes!" Josh exclaimed. "You're very good. Your hands are so soft and your mouth is fantastic."

She felt no urgency to let him cum. She was determined to give him as much pleasure as she knew how. She closed her left fist around the bare cockhead. She squeezed gently while jacking him with her right hand. "Does that feel good?"

"God damn, woman!" he yelped.

"Then you should really like this." She replaced her left hand with her mouth.

He gasped with delight as her hot mouth covered his cockhead, her lips closing tightly around the shaft just below the knob. "God!" he croaked.

She lifted her head and grinned. "Hang on, baby," she cooed. "I've only just begun making your cock feel good."

To prove her point, she engulfed his prick.

Slowly, very deliberately, her head moved down. More and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. He felt the radical difference when the head of his aching prick passed into her throat. He couldn't help thinking of Cinnamon, of the way she swallowed his rod. He didn't remember that his wife sucked cock just as well.

Carole swallowed nearly all of his meat, then paused a moment, holding his cockhead just inside her throat, then tightened the muscles in her throat, applying exquisite pressure on the knob.

He thought she was going to pull the end of his prick off and swallow it! The anticipation was only slightly less intolerable than the pressure of the knot of cum building in his balls.

She stopped sucking, held the head in her throat and gripped his shaft tightly. She stroked rapidly, moving her hand on the little bit of shaft outside of her mouth, using short strokes, twisting her hand around and around.

His body vibrated like the large string on a bass fiddle. His ass twisted and bucked. He gnashed his teeth. With supreme effort, he kept his eyes open so he could watch his astonishing wife fuck her phenomenal mouth with his cock.

Suddenly, she lifted her head and watched his prick jerk and twitch.

"Carole...?" he mumbled his mind in chaos.

"I just wanted to look at your cock and let you calm down a moment," she said with a sexy chuckle. "Don't you want the pleasure to last a long time? Don't you want to cum in my mouth?"

"Yeah, but I want to fuck you, too! I've already cum once."

"Don't worry, darling. You're going to fuck me. Boy, are you ever going to fuck me! If you don't get it right the first time, you have to do it until you do get it right!"

Before he could collect his thoughts and reply, she wrapped her hand around the shaft again. She took a couple inches of cock back into her mouth. Her mouth and hand moved up and down in perfect harmony. Her mouth became a powerful vacuum pump, applying compelling suction as her hand slid up and down the shaft in a blur, tightening ever so slowly.

His cock erupted with a turbulence that warped his mind even further. Astonishment, awe registered fleetingly on his face, replaced immediately by an expression of sheer ecstasy. His body stiffened, lifting his ass off the rug.

She held her head steady, letting the head of his cock slide into her throat again as his ass jerked upward. She tightened her grip around his throbbing lance and stroked faster, jacking him off rapidly. She reached between his legs with her left hand and fingered his balls, pulled on them gently, and rolled them around.

He bellowed with pleasure. His hot juice poured down her throat in dense gobs. His body strained and flexed and writhed and lurched. His cock squirted profusely.

After an incomprehensible period of nerve-wracking rapture, his ass fell to the sheepskin rug with a loud thud and his body went limp. He wheezed and panted, fighting for breath.

"No.. .more. . .all., .gone...!" he rasped.

Carole lifted her head and looked at her husband's cock. She cleared her throat a couple of times and giggled. "You gave me a lot, but you didn't give me quite all of it."

She grasped the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed hard as her hand moved up, milking him. One large pearly drop of cum oozed out and stood on the tip of his prick. Her tongue scooped it up.

"Now I've sucked it dry!" She smacked her lips and smiled. "I huffed and I puffed and I blew the man down!"

"God, baby, that was wonderful! What really brought this on? We haven't done anything like this in.. .damn, I don't know how long."

"Don't look a gift cocksucker in the mouth, darling." She planted a sloppy kiss on his mouth and her tongue shot down his throat. "Now, you do me. Show me that you really do like to suck pussy as much you like getting blown. I like to cum on a tongue." She realized too late that she didn't say his tongue.

Aglow with bliss, his mind wasn't working well enough to catch the significance of her statement. Many moons had waxed and waned since he last licked her clit. Getting his cock sucked so wonderfully had focused his full attention on her mouth and his cock. Now, he could think only of the total satisfaction she gave him, and on eating her pussy as well as she sucked his cock.

She sat on the couch so she could watch him lick her. She liked the feel of the sheepskin rug on her bare ass, but knew she couldn't support herself when she started cumming. She leaned back and scooted her ass forward to put her crotch at the front edge of the cushion.

Josh got on his knees between his wife's superb legs and kissed her on the mouth. His tongue flashed into her mouth. Her tongue met his with equal zest. She pushed him back and stared into his eyes.

"I love you, darling," she whispered. "Always remember that."

He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and licked her neck, and she shivered with delight.

"Suck my tits," she mumbled. "Play with me the way I played with you."

His lips hovered over her nipples like a butterfly, barely touching each bloated bud of flesh as they fluttered lightly on the very tip of each point.

"Chew on them, baby," she whispered. "Be gentle, but bite them." Sparks of carnal pleasure ripped through her. Her tits swelled even more. Her hard nipples felt as if they might burst.

He surrounded one areola with his lips and tickled the hard morsel with the tip of his tongue. She squirmed with elation. She put her hands behind his head and pressed his face into her tit.

Nursing eagerly, he alternately nipped and licked her rock-hard nipple as his hand wandered down her flat, smooth belly to the thick blonde fleece covering her prominent mound. Her opulent muff rivaled the sheepskin rug for softness.

She moaned softly as his finger parted the meaty folds of flesh protruding from her slit. He switched to her other nipple and rolled her clit under his finger. Her hips churned and humped.

He dragged his wet tongue down her body to her belly button. His pointed tongue darted in and out of the small cavity, and she rewarded him with a series of tiny shivers. He went lower on her elegant body, leaving a trail of wetness across her belly. He paused at the fringe of her abundant blonde bush and rubbed his nose back and forth through the soft curls.

"Put your mouth on my cunt!" she wailed, pushing down on the top of his head.

"You seldom say cunt," he chuckled.

"I'm saying it now!" she panted. "Suck it!"

Disregarding her urgency, he leaned back. He parted the plump lips of her luscious cunt and gazed lustfully at the sumptuous sight. The slit in the wild panties framed her cunt perfectly, added to the overall allure of her pleasure garden.

"Your pussy is so pretty," he said softly. "I love the way your inner lips stick out. And your clit is so big." '

His deliberate dawdling had driven her to the edge of sanity. The overwhelming ache in her cunt made her head swim. She had to cum soon, or she would go crazy!

"Lick it!" she begged desperately. "Oh, darling, don't tease me this way! Lick my cunt!"

He thoroughly enjoyed teasing his wife. The greater her need when he finally brought her off, the harder she would cum. He wished she squirted, like Cinnamon, so he could lick her juice from her thighs. His tongue danced over her hard clit, scarcely touching it.

"Ohhhhh, fuck, baby!" she whimpered. She dug in the heels of her sexy sandals, levered her ass off the couch and pulled on his head, burying his mouth in her succulent quim.

His tongue shot out and licked the full length of her suffering, saturated slit.

"Ooohhh, yessssss!" she moaned. "Lick it! Lick my clit! Suck my cunt! Make me cum!" Her head rolled from side to side on the back of the couch. Her ass humped and twisted.

His lips cupped her swollen love button, and he tongued and sucked it tenderly. His rapidly moving tongue flicked lickety-split, with just the right pressure. Her moans grew louder as the flames of frenzy licked at the borders of her brain. His licking was pure torture, but torture of the most exquisite kind.

"Oh, baby! Oh, darling! Oh, yessssss!" she bawled softly.

Her hips settled into a rhythmic rocking. She slapped her hands on her tits and kneaded the throbbing mounds. She twisted and pulled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they pulsed with delicious torment. The electric shocks from Josh's tongue on her clit inundated her with exhilaration. She barreled toward orgasm. The cheeks of her ass lifted higher off the couch with each energetic lunge.

He cut his eyes up, looked over her rippling belly at her busy fingers working her taut areolae, and licked with more gusto. Her pussy literally flowed, pouring out more warm, savory sauce, indicating that her sex thermostat had hit the top of the scale. He couldn't remember her ever being wetter, more impassioned. Driving his tongue way into her quaking cunt, he lapped up her intoxicating joy juice.

Carole's ass lunged up and down and gyrated wildly. Josh had trouble keeping his mouth on her sultry snatch. Her orgasm was so intense, it drew her vocal cords too tight to speak. But she could scream, which she did as loud as possible.

Her climax built to a crescendo along with her screams. When she stopped cumming and regained some semblance of awareness, she was lying on the floor, and he was still between her legs, licking her pussy.

"Oh, darling!" she whispered hoarsely. "No more, please. No more. You'll drive me out of my mind."

He slid up beside her and took her in his arms. They lay quietly, enjoying the intimacy. She mentally compared the way her husband ate her pussy with the way Kathleen and Cinnamon ate her out. She had to give the edge to the girls, but by only a very slight margin.

"Penny for your thoughts," Josh said.

Lost in her private reverie, Carole almost jumped out of her skin. She nearly answered him, came far too close for comfort, before comprehending the perilous harm that would do to their relationship. She took a deep breath and composed herself before responding.

"Oh, just thinking about how well you eat pussy," she answered half-truthfully. "How about dinner? Are you hungry?"

"Famished!"

"Well, if I can get my legs to work, I'll see what I can do about that."

"I better get my robe," he said.

"Why? I'm going to stay the way I am. At least I don't have your cum running down my legs."

"I would feel funny eating like this," he insisted.

She made a face at him and went into the kitchen.