The Boys Wife Part II Kissing her gently on the head the hand that was moments ago buried in her wet, thick softness took her chin and lifted her head then with one of the still wet fingers slowly drew circles around her lips until she took it in her mouth and sucked her own juices off it.

Soon she was hungrily lapping all three fingers and sucking them enthusiastically. It only made me smile to see her comply this way for soon she would have more to such than just my fingers, but first she was in need of further preparation. I lowered her head and shoulders to the couch and knelt on the floor with one of her legs on one side of me and the other up on the couch. My mouth started kissing the insides of her left thigh the one on the couch and my tongue traced a path to her softness.

Once again, she anticipated what was going to happen and opened herself wide for my arrival. Her hands quickly found the back of my head and eagerly pulled my mouth to her wet slit.

My tongued pushed past her thick soft edges and lapped at her opening taking in her sweet nectar. My hand cupped her fleshy soft place cheeks and I firmly held her in place as my tongue found her personal place and began to toy up and down its full, thick, gorged length. I could feel her legs tighten around my head as she rocked back and forth and I quickly reached up and pried her apart and held them wide and firm against the couch. She desperately wanted to writhe and slither but her hips were locked in my vice-like grip as my tongued moved faster and faster over her bulb. Soon her juices flowed readily in my mouth as she began to cum again and again her screams a mixture of pleasure and pain.

I quickly released her and replaced my mouth with my hands and instantly shoved the three fingers deep in her and began pumping to her undulating hips. This was total control, I thought, as I quickly covered her moaning mouth with mine and let her taste her juices once again. She was now eager and wanting to please, so I stood up and dropped my black shorts to the floor, all the time keeping the plunges of the fingers to the same rhythm of her hips. Then stepping up over her head on the couch, I lowered my length and ball sack to her mouth and instantly her hands found it and pulled it in. It was readily apparent she knew what to do with a length in her mouth, but I smiled at the lack of technique she exhibited. She was all over with it in her mouth one minute and out the next until I forced it deep and held it there while she gasped for air and turned to avoid choking. My hold on her was too tight and she had to slow down and concentrate on my length. When I felt her give in I released her and let her up. Gasping for breath she sat up but before she could think things through, I took her by the shoulders and placed her on her knees in front of my Then as I guided her slowly to my length, my hand played with her hair and gently coaxed her to where I wanted her mouth to be. This time she began more slowly and with purpose and I allowed her to explore my length and balls all the while wondering if she could smell her husbands cologne from earlier that day yet knowing that in her stare she could only smell the sex that she craved. Giving her some much needed directions I sat down slowly on the couch and let her work.

One time she thought she was done and started to rise, but a gently push on her shoulders told her that more was needed.

Soon I could feel the cum building in my balls and my length began to thicken she slowed but I gently reached out and pulled the back of her head to me and began to pump. Her mouth began to loosen, but I urged her to tighten and milk me dry.

Her eyes widened some but she did not release and without warning the first blast hit her in the back of the throat. She wanted to release but I held her tight as I finished dumping a large load of thick, white seed in her mouth. It was dribbling out the side and down her chin as she swallowed not sure if she wanted to or not.

I simply grinned and sat back and watch her. A look of understanding seemed to come to her eyes and she knew now where she stood.

But I was not yet finished with the boys wife.