The experienced woman had judged it to a nicety, whetting her own appetite but stopping just before she had made Dan so hard and hot that she would have to finish the job as an act of charity, if nothing more.

As much as Diana adored drinking Dan's cum, it wasn't what she wanted today.

The cock-hungry woman gave his flaring cock-knob a last moist slurp, then shifted her face from his groin.

Her mood puzzled Dan. Surely she wasn't turning into a cockteaser at this stage of her life?

"You'll have to go soon, honey," she explained. "You don't want to keep Mr. Gordon waiting."

Dan grunted, taking her point – yet regretting the fact that he would be chasing wild animals this weekend, when he could have stayed in bed with his wild wife.

He got up and dressed, having some difficulty stuffing his prick into his trousers. His cock had gotten big again in Diana's mouth and his balls were beginning to recharge their virile vigor.

It was a good thing his woolen hunting pants were loose and baggy, Dan figured. If his cock stayed swollen, it would be mistaken for a pocketful of shotgun shells.

Diana got up and slipped into a frilly, semi-transparent negligee. In that sheer, sexy garment she looked even more desirable than when she was stark naked, her husband thought. Her big tit tips poked out in twin peaks against the slinky fabric through the material. Lots of sleek thigh showed below the hem and plenty of deep, smooth cleavage spilled out at the low-cut neckline.

Again, Dan figured that it was stupid to go hunting – and only hoped it would lead to promotion, so that the weekend wouldn't be a total waste.

Diana went downstairs with Dan and they had a quick cup of coffee together in the kitchen. By then it was time for him to leave. She walked him to the door.

She tilted her face up for a goodbye kiss. Their lips brushed casually and lightly. But then she couldn't resist the impulse to feed him a tongue sandwich.