"I like it too, you know. I'm really pretty selfish – at least in bed…" He kissed her other tit, his tongue curling around it like honey to a warm stone. Her hands ran over his back and chest, reaching down to touch his moist prick where it lay half-hard across his thigh.

"Do you want me to kiss it?"

"Sure." Bob lay back, sprawling on the bed. Late afternoon light through the east-facing windows spread a film of gold over her as she rolled around to get her mouth to his crotch. His hand held one boob and he moaned as her lips creased his cock.

Linda's lips touched the soft skin. Her mouth opened and her fingers held the shaft while her tongue licked out and touched the pink end of her husband's prick. She put it into her mouth and began to suck lightly, keeping her tongue alive against the shaft until some stiffness came into it. Even the very first time she'd made it with him he did it twice, one right after the other. "Once is never enough for me," he said. And that was always true. It got so that once was not really enough for her, either.

The dick swelled steadily as she sucked. Her fingers toyed with his rocks. Her nose brushed into the patch of curly black hair in his crotch.

"That feels so good honey." His fingers pinched at a nipple.

"Mmmmmmm." She tightened her lips around the firm flesh. The whole rod seemed to pulse on her tongue and she made it shiny, licking from tip to balls.

"Nice. Yeah!" He held her head with one hand and pulled her up for a kiss, rolling her to her back. "You turn me on. All the way." He touched her twat with one finger and lapped down her belly toward her crotch. His fingers slithered over her pussy and he crouched with his head close to the snatch and kissed toward the cunt.

"Ohhhhhhh." A long sigh floated through the air as he began to eat her box. His fingers pressed softly into the tender pink flesh and her desire pulsed. "Bob." She drew the name out like a last breath. "Yes. I love you." Her hands explored his back and chest. Her nipples sent out a faint sweet ache of pleasure. When he touched a breast she quivered with longing and arched her crotch to his face.