"Ohhh, that's better, lover, that's a lot better! C'mon, let's go into the bedroom."

They moved quickly. Viola had him hot now, too hot to worry about the fact that her husband and his wife were right next door.

Viola undid the two buttons on the front of the dress she was wearing and, slowly undulating her body, she slid the garment down until it lay in a puddle around her feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky. She watched his face as she undressed.

"God, you're beautiful," he said, and wanted to add, for a forty year old woman, but held his tongue.

"You haven't seen it all yet."

She reached behind herself, unhooked her bra and pulled it away from her firm, white tits slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra on top of the dress and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.

"Yeah, oh shit, yeah!" he gasped, tugging at his clothes with trembling fingers. He'd never stepped out on his wife before, but then he'd never had a beautiful cunt and a gorgeous set of huge tits thrown in his face like this before.

His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body to the fleecy, light hair framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right.

Viola reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to the king-sized bed and lay down. She spread her legs wide in an erotic, inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet, pulsing opening of her cunt. She rotated her hips, arching them up and lowering them again.

"Aren't you going to get naked, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.

"What?" He looked down. He still had his shorts on. They looked like a white tent over his cock. "Oh, yeah."