| Straight: Infidelity: Talking about it always helps (1/5) |
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Smiling coyly, Jean said, “I thought you might enjoy me telling you about my day.” She and her husband John were nude. She reclined on the couch in the den while John sat at her feet looking up into her startling blue eyes after taking in her nakedness with what only could be described as lurid glee. Although they had been married for more than a few years and age had started to take its inevitable toll, she was still beautiful, fit and trim, and her breasts were still magnificent although now they hung there before him suspended, pendant-like, giggling and bobbing with a sensual heaviness that belied the suckling of their three now grown children. Yes, her breasts were still magnificent in their maturity, accomplished and quite experienced in their sexual role of alluring and sating his erotic desires. They were mouthwatering in fact: full, with large areolas and perky rose-colored nipples that protruded in an alluring way that begged the phrase “suck me.” Her pussy was shaven and the folds of her labia were parted slightly, revealing both a delicate pink tone of her cleft, and the lovely hood that covered her clit. Her cleft glistened with her own excitement, as she was obviously enjoying the thoughts of her day. John felt the anticipation of her telling him as his prick fluttered with a prurient interest all its own. He was not sure how much he would enjoy her tale. He only hoped it would be some illicit act or thought that she had entertained. She had always been the reserved one, and even though he had encouraged her with fantasies of threesomes, where she made love to two men at once, Jean always came most forcefully when he whispered lurid details of her sucking other men’s cocks. Following her obvious loss of control in the height of her ecstasy, she always assured him later that she would never actually do such a thing. She looked into his hazel eyes as she noted his fingers lingering on his cock, flaccid at the moment, but she knew that would change shortly. He was a handsome, mature man, and she loved him dearly for his consideration, the way he provided for her and the now grown family. Looking from his eyes, she also loved his creativity in loving her, and of course his skillful use of all his resources in making their lovemaking something any woman dreams of. He drew her out of her reverie as she gazed at his member, when he had asked her how her afternoon had gone, and she intended to tell him every intimate detail. Only she would be careful to make it sound like a fantasy she had had that afternoon instead of portraying it as though it had actually happened. It had, and she hoped he might pick up on it for all the possibilities that that portended. If he didn’t, well she still had experienced it, and was considering the future prospects of experiencing this other man again. She began her narrative thus. “Well let me see.” She paused and, pressing a playful finger to her lip, she continued. “I had been working hard all afternoon sorting books and I found an erotic picture book of sexual positions. The book had lots of pictures of naked men and women. You would have enjoyed looking at it. There were pictures of couples making love. I thumbed through it and set aside for pricing, and I felt really horny after looking at it and was thinking |
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Looking forward to part two:
