The sable-haired wife moaned aloud with the ecstasy that was part pain. She had never felt more intense pleasure before, and yet her mind was battling her long held beliefs about the wrongness of this kind of sex. A man's mouth on her cunt! His teeth nipping at her clitoris! It had to be sinful!
She almost shouted the questions aloud as they hammered at her brain. What's happening to me? How could I, almost a prude, have possibly fallen in love with a man of such wickedly exciting inclinations?
She tried to remember some similar thrill from her first husband, but she couldn't. Her only identification with Dan was through having borne his son. This lusty man, Dan's own brother, was infinitely more sexually exciting.
Tom could feel the pressure building in his loins, and although he enjoyed thrilling her this way, he knew he had to fuck her soon. He'd never had her in this helpless position before, and he wanted to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. He had his tongue over the softly pulsing flesh of her pussy-lips, and passion swept over him in waves. He tried desperately to shove his tongue to the very bottom of her now hungrily clutching cunt, but he couldn't. Only his cock would go in that far, and it had to be soon.
Jean had given up trying to fathom her feelings… it was too overwhelming… too wonderful, what Tom was doing to her cunt! She didn't even realize that she was trying to spread her legs wider to allow more of his tongue inside her, and as her husband took advantage of the opportunity, plunging the full length of its wetness deep inside her vagina, Jean almost fainted with joy. Her head rolled from side to side, as if she would shake out the last traces of guilt and embarrassment, and her voice became a weak groan.