Julie now calmly picked up the newspaper as her husband's hands began to smooth along behind both her resilient white buttocks, patting and caressing them, even as his finger teased hotly around the bearded mouth up between her thighs, and then slid wetly up into her slippery open pussy.

Julie groaned aloud while her husband's thick fingers lingered lovingly, expertly touching, investigating sliding back and forth in the warmly seeping liquids that were exuded by the tender vagina that nestled so snugly between her legs.

Then, her mouth hanging slightly open in rising rapture, Julie began to shift her weight slightly to accelerate the erotic pleasure she was receiving.

"Oooooohhhhhh…" Julie groaned out lustfully as both of Gary's hands played and teased now in the warm pubic lips above him. They were throbbing and pulsing now and the smoothly split little mouth of her pussy glistened like a beacon in the dark. Gary thought his wife's cunt was just about the most erotic thing he had ever seen as he continued his secret playing among the wet cuntal folds up under his wife's skirt, keeping a keen ear out for her little sighs that came more and more frequently as she read haltingly and with heavy breath from the newspaper.

Julie's clitoris throbbed heavily and hotly, her pussy pulsated up between her slightly spread thighs as she began to grunt a little under the obscene pleasure of her husband's expert manipulations. Her face flushed a deep scarlet and her eyes glazed over slightly. The rising sensation beneath her dress was almost too much… it seemed so wicked, so deliciously dirty… she couldn't remember when she was so turned on. God, if anyone could see this happening to her!

Suddenly the door opening and Julie's Irish maid, Bridget entered the kitchen.

"Oh sorry mam," she stammered, "I thought there was no-one here."