"Aaajiieeee! Oooohhh, Hank-k-k!" The unexpected titillation of her husband's lewd probings drove Ellie right over the top. Never before had Hank teased her asshole with his tongue. The tantalizing pressure… the very thought of the bold act he was performing… opened her trembling body up to the tumultuous avalanche of release. "God, darling, I'm cumming-g-g-g! Ooooohhhh!"

Hank kept on working until he was sure Ellie was safely over the hump into the pleasure zone. He licked greedily at the hot juices that flowed freely from her spasming twat. Then, when she lay moaning beneath him like a mindless heap of flesh, he scrambled quickly to his feet and pulled off his shoes and pants.

Within moments, he was poised over her, naked but for shirt and socks, his throbbing erection poised menacingly over her blonde-thatched cunt. Holding his breath against the insistent pull of his own excitement, Hank slipped his cock in along the slit of her pussy-lips, relishing the wet hot feel of her. His prick was aching for cunt… aching to surge deep on up inside… but Hank wanted to tease himself, and her, just a moment longer. The longing was so sweet. The sure promise of reward so gratifying.

Though she had been drifting off in her own little world of pleasure, Ellie was not too far gone to recognize that firm pressure against her labia. She began to moan softly, then to wriggle her pussy gently up against her husband's prick. Her eyes still closed, her face still wearing its dreamy smile of climax, she reached for Hank's buttocks and began to try to pull him into her. "Mmmmmpphh!" Her lips pouted in frustration when she was not successful.

Hank loved her child-like self-absorption. Her rule for pleasure was: she wanted what she wanted when she wanted it. Nothing was to stand in the way. Normally, Hank was happy to oblige. But every now and then he liked to tease her… to make her beg for it a little. "What's the matter, baby? Something you want, maybe?"