Jonathon began to tongue her pussy with long slurping strokes, his head turning from side to side. He lapped up the open cunt slot and across the throbbing clit. Caroline whimpered, grinding her crotch down into his face. He clamped his lips on her clit and sucked, then stabbed his tongue up her hole as far as it would extend.

She could hear the moist sounds his mouth made and she could hear her pussy squish. He lifted his head for a moment, looking down into her open cunt, and she saw that he was coated with slippery pussy juice from brow to chin. Then he buried his head and sucked some more.

"Oh!" Caroline wailed, as the first spasm hit her.

The waves began to ripple across her belly and to run like an electric current up her thighs.

They came faster, and higher.

Each wave was being compressed into the one before, and the one to follow, until they had blended into one sustained peak of pleasure, and Caroline was melting with the ecstasy of a prolonged orgasm. She churned her ass and rolled her belly. Her hips worked like pistons and her legs trembled violently. Jonathon gave a little moan of satisfaction as he realized his wife was coming.

His lips parted and clamped over her hairy cunt, and he sucked the cuntjuice out of her pussy hungrily.

He kept working on her cunt until she stopped thrashing about and, tugging gently at his head, urged him upwards. He gave her pussy a last loving slurp, then twisted up and mounted her. She smiled up at him, happily, contentedly – yet, despite having come, her expression showed that she was still eager for his cock. He grinned down at her, a gleam in his eyes, his lips creamy with her fuck fluids. He braced his weight on hands and knees and his big cock loomed out over her belly. She saw the elongated shadow of his cock fall over her loins. Then he dipped his ass and pushed in, and his prick slipped into her cunt without needing any guidance, running true as a torpedo.