Hank sensed that his wife's arousal was making it hard for her to stay on her feet. Picking her up as easily as if she were a doll, he lay her down on the rug and crawled in between her thighs. His hands reached for the pink swollen lips of her pussy and parted them obscenely wide. Her hot hole peaked out at him, surrounded by a fine mist of blonde pubic hair, dotted with glistening drops of moisture. "Ooohh, baby… what a sweet hungry little pussy you've got!"

His obscene praise made her writhe impatiently on the rug. She pulled her flimsy top high up over the heaving mounds of her breasts. She pinched her nipples wantonly while she ground her cunt upward, beckoning to the man. Urging him to slake the thirst that was torturing her. "Uuuuhh, Hank, darling… I'm hungry… yes… so hungry! Make me feel all filled up, baby!" She was speaking in a little-girl voice, the one she knew turned Hank on. The more voracious and vulnerable she seemed as she squirmed under him, the better he liked it.

Too excited himself to tease his wife any longer, Hank bent his head to her appealing pink snatch. He extended his tongue and licked all the way up one pussy-lip. He nibbled for a moment on the blood-engorged peak of her clitoris. Then his tongue ran down her other pussy-lip. He savored the salty-sweet flavor of her ample juices that trickled from her cunt, down over the slit between her thighs. "Mmmmm… yummy!" He licked his lips lewdly as he looked up at her passion-distorted face.

Ellie's eyes were closed tight. Her lips were parted slightly. Her neck strained backward, so every tendon stood out. He saw her frown as she realized his tongue was gone. "Oh golly, Hank… Give me more! Ooohh, please! It feels so good!"

Before she could miss him any more, he returned his mouth to her moist genitals. He puckered his lips and pulled gently on her fleshy labia, then on her hard sensitized clitoris.