Tom ran his hands over her buttocks, cupping their roundness, sliding his hands down her firm white thighs, then back to the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Finally, he cupped her hotly steaming pussy curls with one hand, and she felt his extended middle finger sliding up through them, searching for the small sensitive little tit of flesh that he could excite so thoroughly with a mere touch.

Pushing first with one hand, then the other, he coaxed her to spread her legs wider so his outstretched finger could tease up deeper. He put another finger in and began to hotly massage at the soft, wet, flesh to either side of her clitoris, and Jean began to moan, her body swaying to his finger fucking of her openly spread cunt. He knew every bit of her intimately, she thought, and he gave her new thrills each time he fucked her.

"Oh Tom…!" she gasped as his fingers found her clitoris, and massaged it eagerly. He continued to suck and nibble at one breast, and Jean began to feel dizzy with desire. Her knees seemed to be buckling and her husband sensed that she was ripe for the full treatment. As he eased her down onto the lounge chair that he had converted into a bed, Tom gloated over the incredibly lovely curves and hollows of her body and congratulated himself for having made her his wife.

Jean was trembling with anticipation, in spite of her efforts to appear relaxed, especially when she saw his rigidly throbbing cock so close to her face. The thought crossed her mind that one day, she would take it in her mouth and suck it… taste it… even feel its hot juices spewing into her mouth.