I don't mind if you think on my husband. He's swell. Just so long as you keep in mind that you're a guest here. And as a guest here, you'll be treated well. I have manners.
In the small kitchen around the table we'll be merry and I won't mind if you notice his eye crinkles. I love them. And I won't mind if you wonder how distinguished he is elsewhere. When you touch his arm when he makes you laugh, I'll rightfully raise my eyebrows, but then encourage you to continue with a sideways smile.
The next giggle snort brings more seriousness as you lay your hand on his shoulder and squeeze. My lover is shy and politely declines your offer. Your hand remains. And instead of a shoulder, travels down his chest. You both look to me quizzically. Funny. I feel exhilarated with the decision.
I'm up and behind my husband removing his shirt and pinching his nipples a little while you gently run your hands over the hair on his chest. You stand and hike your skirt a little to make sitting on his knees easier and did you take off your sweater? Or did I? Anyway. Nice tits. I know how nice it feels when he touches them. Sucks your nipples as you twist around to meet his mouth.
I am sitting on my feet on the tile between your legs and his pushing your skirt higher, my hands heavy on your thighs. Urge you to standing so that we can take off clothing and continue. My husband's attention to slide inside you as you ease back down. Wet. I taste you both as you move up and down. My tongue in the soft crevices and firm rhythmic exchange of your enjoyment. I reach up and pull at your nipples to tease their easy bounce. Until I sense the familiarity that is coming. Encourage your exercise to the end and then lick his throbbing spent cock after you can leave him. I kiss him on the mouth and share the tastes I've experienced.
I offer coffee and dessert. We should have friends over more often.
The next giggle snort brings more seriousness as you lay your hand on his shoulder and squeeze. My lover is shy and politely declines your offer. Your hand remains. And instead of a shoulder, travels down his chest. You both look to me quizzically. Funny. I feel exhilarated with the decision.
I'm up and behind my husband removing his shirt and pinching his nipples a little while you gently run your hands over the hair on his chest. You stand and hike your skirt a little to make sitting on his knees easier and did you take off your sweater? Or did I? Anyway. Nice tits. I know how nice it feels when he touches them. Sucks your nipples as you twist around to meet his mouth.
I am sitting on my feet on the tile between your legs and his pushing your skirt higher, my hands heavy on your thighs. Urge you to standing so that we can take off clothing and continue. My husband's attention to slide inside you as you ease back down. Wet. I taste you both as you move up and down. My tongue in the soft crevices and firm rhythmic exchange of your enjoyment. I reach up and pull at your nipples to tease their easy bounce. Until I sense the familiarity that is coming. Encourage your exercise to the end and then lick his throbbing spent cock after you can leave him. I kiss him on the mouth and share the tastes I've experienced.
I offer coffee and dessert. We should have friends over more often.
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