The following morning, Tim was awakened by a strange feeling. Cynthia was bobbing up and down sucking his cock. He wasn’t sure how to react, so he pulled her pussy up to his face. Cynthia didn’t miss a stroke as she lowered her wet pussy onto him. He had no problem having her sex juice for breakfast and was happy to give her some morning protein. He wrapped my arms around her waist and enjoyed licking and lapping her puss...

With my husband due back from his fishing trip that very afternoon, I barely had time to clean up both myself and the house, make sure that I had the proper wine to pair with hubby-caught fish, and finger my aching, aroused cunt to multiple orgasms. At least I knew which shoes I was going to wear. I considered a garter belt and stockings, but I really didn’t feel like doing any more washing. Besides, the dryer was acting...

Tim sat in the quiet of the living room trying to think. He was beginning to think that Cynthia knew their relationship would be coming to an end. She eluded it. But how? Oh, yes, female intuition, the sixth sense. His thoughts kept going back to Pat. Tim heard Cynthia stirring in the bedroom, he went to check on her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed smiling like the Cheshire Cat. She looked at Tim’s crotch and lick...

When Tim got home, he locked the door behind him as he always did. But this time it felt like he was keeping trouble locked out. He had no reason to feel like he was going to be punished, but he couldn’t shake it. His phone buzzed, it was Amanda. “HI, baby. I’m worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were home. You are very worried about tomorrow, I know.” Amanda had a sympathetic soft voice. “I’m fine, sweetheart. I...

At nine-thirty, Tim and Pat walked into Elenore’s home. The smell of fresh coffee brewing was the intoxicating fragrance Tim needed. He looked at Pat and motioned to the coffee pot and then to her house. Pat mouthed to him I wish. Elenore came down the hall and joined them in the kitchen. As always, she was dressed in an elegant see-through beige gown. Slippers and pearls to match. Pat was pouring the coffee. “Elenore, yo...

The last glimmer of light was fading when the lovers awoke from their sleep. They had given and taken so much from each other; it was impossible to think there was any more desire left. Tim was facing Pat’s back; the fragrance from her hair was alluring. He gently reached over her and caressed her breast. Pat mewed and stretched. When she realized Tim was holding her, she put her hand over his and pushed it against her br...

The lovers dressed, and Elenore went into the kitchen. When she opened the oven, she was pleasantly surprised. The turkey was golden brown. Pat was looking over her shoulder and inhaled deeply. “Elenore! That should be on the cover of a food magazine. And oh, does it smell delicious. You have done another excellent job preparing the feast.” Tim walked in and instantly stopped. “Something smells delicious.” When he looked...

Tim was up at the crack of dawn. He had loaded his car the night before, then he went to Cynthia’s. Now he was racing toward this high-rent district for Thanksgiving at Elenore’s. But his main desire was to see Pat. Elenore was at the door to greet Tim on his arrival. “Elenore, you look radiant. It is so great to be here. Where do you want to put the turkey until tomorrow?” “I made room in my fridge for it. That’s a large...