Kyle’s penis grew hard as a steel rod almost instantly. Peggy giggled when she saw. It had taken only seconds to build into an impressive bulge in his pants.
“Come here, lover,” she whispered.
She led him to the big easy chair against the outside wall and pushed him gently down into it. Falling to her knees, she unbelted his trousers and slid them and his boxers down while he lifted himself off the surface of the chair. His socks and t-shirt followed the rest of his clothing into the corner of the room.
Naked, he pulled Peggy up into his arms and they kissed. Their tongues dueled wildly, curling and twisting about each other hungrily. His hand slipped between their feverishly hot bodies to seek out her pussy. Letting his fingers glide along her narrow “landing strip” above her slit, he let his middle finger slide into the very top of her pussy. Pressing deeper, he found his wife was already soaked. Her vagina was already blossoming open; her pussy juices were flowing.
He pressed the base of his fingers and palm against her clit while two fingertips probed for that small, raised area on the front wall of her vagina that was her G-spot. When he touched it, Peggy sucked in a deep breath. She hunched her pussy into his hand, joyful at his knowledge of how and where to touch her for her maximum pleasure.
After a few minutes of intense stimulation, Peggy tugged his hand away. Smiling down at him, holding his eyes with hers, she straddled Kyle’s hips and began to lower herself onto his manhood. She sighed as the bulbous head of his cock pierced through her inner pussy lips and began to stretch apart her vagina. Holding herself up with her hands on the chair arms, she resettled her knees on either side of her husband and continued to slide down the hard, fleshy tube she loved to have inside her.
Kyle echoed her sigh with a groan as his wife’s hot cunt enveloped his cock and sucked him deeper into her. He gently thrust his dick into Peggy’s pussy, lifting his body off the chair and driving smoothly into her steaming pussy. The breath hissed between Peggy’s lips at the unexpected invasion. She almost lost her grip on the arms of the chair, chancing a plunge of his cock even deeper. At the last moment, she caught herself and held steady while her husband fucked her from beneath.
Her head thrown back, Peggy breathed deep, glorifying in her husband’s sex play. While he pushed up inside her, he was also kneading and squeezing her breasts, pulling at her nipples and pinching them delicately. He was a fantastic lover. She knew this from lunchtime chats with the women who worked with her. She’d seen the envy in their eyes when she spoke of the time he took loving her, the patience he showed in making sure her needs were met before he sought his own satisfaction.
On the other hand, she knew everything he was going to do before he did it. He knew where to touch her, he knew how to make her body respond in exactly the fashion he desired…and she knew him as well. Suddenly discontented, she grew impatient. Kyle was being too slow.