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Well, apparently my italics didn't transfer. Obviously, their thoughts should be italicized, but it didn't transfer over when I pasted the chapter. Sorry!
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As Lionel rolled over and stretched, the sun beaming through the sheers bathed him in light. Groggy, he opened his eyes and looked at the clock. Only 8am? He thought. I feel like I just went to sleep. Then he remembered that Jean would be back today from her conference in Bristol. Suddenly excited, he let his hand drift under the bed covers and gently stroked his early morning hard-on. It had been over a week since he had seen his beautiful wife, and his desire for her hung heavily in the air. As he fisted his cock, it grew bigger and longer as pre-cum dripped from the tip. Moaning, Lionel was about to let himself come as he could feel his orgasm building, but remembering he wasn’t alone in the house, he changed his mind; Judy was spending the week with Alistair in Spain, but having had a major fight with Harry, Sandy was staying home. "That’s all right; I’d rather keep it for later when I’m with Jean."
Jean was so happy to be on her way back to London. "Finally, I can be with Lionel. I’ll never go away this long again." She missed her husband terribly, and thought about him constantly; unable to pay attention during her meetings or fall asleep at night without him by her side. She had enjoyed their late night phone calls though. She loved listening to his voice just as she fell asleep; and the phone sex made them even more enjoyable. Thinking about this made Jean go completely wet, and it was all she could do to keep from touching herself right there on the train. When the train pulled into the station, she grabbed her bags and walked quickly to the nearest exit. Hailing a taxi, the anticipation intensified as she was on her way to Holland Park and Lionel.
Stuffing his fully erect cock back into his pants, Lionel got out of bed and put on his maroon bathrobe. He let out a deep sigh and opened the windows, letting in the rose scented early morning summer breeze. Making his way to the bathroom, he could hear light moans escaping from the other side of the door. Leaning in, and placing his ear against the door, his already hard cock responded to the noise. He knew what those sounds meant, Sandy was in the bath, finger fucking herself or using her vibrator. Still leaning against the door, Lionel took off his pants, and let his dick wave about in the air. "Oh yeah, that’s right, fuck that young tight pussy Sandy. Come for me, come for me." Feeling his balls tighten, he knew he was about to come, but he wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. Lionel ran back into the bedroom and got his cock ring from the drawer of Jeans nightstand. Slipping it around his almost purple cock, he continued to listen to Sandy as he slid down onto his knees and watched her through the keyhole.
Sandy wasn’t quite sure, but she thought she heard rustling from the other side of the door. She knew she heard Lionel come out of the bedroom, but she didn’t remember hearing him go down the stairs. "Oh, what a dirty old man." She thought, as a sly smile crossed her face. She had always fancied him, and was proud when Jean had told her long ago that Lionel would think about her knees (and other bits too…). But she never dared try anything, even though she really wanted to fuck him this week while Jean was away; no, she had too much respect for their marriage, and loved them both too dearly to try anything dirty like that. However, Jean wasn’t home just yet, and there was no harm in having a little fun with the man, so she continued touching herself, and moaned louder and louder, making sure Lionel could hear her.
About thirty minutes later, the taxi pulled up in front of the house. The tall, gorgeous, brown-skinned driver placed Jean's heavy bags at the front door as she looked for some money in her handbag.
“How much?” Jean asked as she took out her house keys.
“That’ll be 10£.” He answered with a deep husky voice.
Jean handed him a 20-pound note as she ran up the steps to the front door.
“Keep the change.” She shouted.
“Ta”, he said to the retreating figure, a bit shocked by the 10-pound tip. But Jean didn’t care. All she wanted was to be in her house with her husband. She let out a heavy sigh as she put her key in the lock, and walked into the house, dragging her luggage in behind her. Leaving it in the front hall, Jean popped her head into the sitting room to see if Lionel was in there reading the paper; no such luck. "He must be in the kitchen still having breakfast", she thought as she made her way down the stairs and into the large eat-in kitchen. "He’s not here either? Where could he be?" Jean glanced through the kitchen window and into the back garden: no Lionel. "Hmm, he must still be in bed. All the more convenient…" As Jean made her way upstairs, she was slightly taken aback by what she saw.
Lionel was so lost in gazing at Sandy getting off that he didn’t hear Jean enter the house or come up the stairs. His mind was running wild with thoughts of what he could do to and with Sandy in the bath, if only he could get in there. He watched her beautiful full breasts rise and fall above the bath bubbles in time with her heavy breathing. Lionel got more and more excited each time her light-brown erect taut nipples peeked up over the water. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer was going to bust through his cock ring. Fuck, he thought, I want to pound her young pussy while Jean watches and fucks herself.
While she rubbed her clit with her left hand, Sandy lifted her right breast and licked at her pulsing nipple. As she did the same to the left breast, she heard Lionel moan deeply and fall against the door. Unable to help herself, she started to moan, saying his name, as she pulled and rolled her nipples.
“Oh Lionel…Lionel. Fuck, I wish you were in here in my pussy. Fucking it hard and fast. I want to come on your cock. I want your cum in my pussy Lionel.”
Just has he took off the cock ring, Lionel smelled gardenia perfume. "Jean?" He quickly turned around and found his wife, stark naked, standing at the top of the steps.
“JEAN?! But…when did you…hhh how…but…it’s not what you think love.”
Jean raised an eyebrow.
“Alright, it is what you think, but I swear, this is the first time…I…never have I ever touched Sandy.” Lionel was blabbering, unable to form a complete sentence.
Sandy could hear muffled voices that sounded like pleading. "Was Jean home? Fuck, she was. Oh well, this just got a whole lot more interesting."
Jean chuckled,
“Oh come off it Lionel. I know you’ve always been faithful. I own that dick just like you own this pussy.”
Jean reached between her legs, and inserted her index finger into her dripping cunt. Walking towards Lionel, she placed her finger at his lips. Taking her finger in his mouth and grabbing her hips, he pulled Jean down to his level on the floor.
“Move over Lionel. I want to see her. Come on Lionel, let me have a look.” Jean said eagerly as she rubbed her clit and looked through the keyhole at Sandy. She was always turned on when she looked at Sandy’s tits.
Lionel gazed at his wife’s beautiful ass in front of him. This was his undoing and he knew it. Cum was already trickling down his cock that was so hard it was painful. He spread her ass cheeks with both hands, and licked at the beautifully puckered hole. He went from her ass to her pussy and back again, lubricating her asshole, getting it ready for his finger. Jean moaned and writhed against the door as she watched Sandy touching herself, and felt her husband licking her ass.
“Oh, I want to eat her sweet pussy Lionel.” Jean panted out, licking her lips.
“You will my love, I promise.” Lionel answered as he shoved a finger in her ass and his cock in her grasping pussy.
“Oh my love”, Jean said, sighing deeply, “I’ve missed you so much.”
He knew he only had a few good pumps in him, but he didn’t care; he’d have to make Jean come later, but right now, he needed release.
“Jean…Jean…Oh fuck you have the best pussy. FUCK YES!”
He was thrusting deeper and deeper, his balls slapping against her wet ass and pussy. He loved that sound and knew it wouldn’t be long before he was filling her with his cum. Leaning against her back, he took her breasts in his hands and played with her hard nipples.
“I’m cumming my love. I’m cumming. I’m cumming… Fuck fuck fuck fuck. OH JEAN!” Lionel grunted out as he fell against her sweaty back, his hot cum shooting into her soaked pussy, and dripping down to the floor.
“I’ve been waiting to do that for a whole week.” He said as he gave Jean a good hard slap on the ass.
“Oh Lionel, take me to the bedroom and make me cum.”
Just as the couple stood up, Sandy opened the bathroom door.
To be continued…
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As Lionel rolled over and stretched, the sun beaming through the sheers bathed him in light. Groggy, he opened his eyes and looked at the clock. Only 8am? He thought. I feel like I just went to sleep. Then he remembered that Jean would be back today from her conference in Bristol. Suddenly excited, he let his hand drift under the bed covers and gently stroked his early morning hard-on. It had been over a week since he had seen his beautiful wife, and his desire for her hung heavily in the air. As he fisted his cock, it grew bigger and longer as pre-cum dripped from the tip. Moaning, Lionel was about to let himself come as he could feel his orgasm building, but remembering he wasn’t alone in the house, he changed his mind; Judy was spending the week with Alistair in Spain, but having had a major fight with Harry, Sandy was staying home. "That’s all right; I’d rather keep it for later when I’m with Jean."
Jean was so happy to be on her way back to London. "Finally, I can be with Lionel. I’ll never go away this long again." She missed her husband terribly, and thought about him constantly; unable to pay attention during her meetings or fall asleep at night without him by her side. She had enjoyed their late night phone calls though. She loved listening to his voice just as she fell asleep; and the phone sex made them even more enjoyable. Thinking about this made Jean go completely wet, and it was all she could do to keep from touching herself right there on the train. When the train pulled into the station, she grabbed her bags and walked quickly to the nearest exit. Hailing a taxi, the anticipation intensified as she was on her way to Holland Park and Lionel.
Stuffing his fully erect cock back into his pants, Lionel got out of bed and put on his maroon bathrobe. He let out a deep sigh and opened the windows, letting in the rose scented early morning summer breeze. Making his way to the bathroom, he could hear light moans escaping from the other side of the door. Leaning in, and placing his ear against the door, his already hard cock responded to the noise. He knew what those sounds meant, Sandy was in the bath, finger fucking herself or using her vibrator. Still leaning against the door, Lionel took off his pants, and let his dick wave about in the air. "Oh yeah, that’s right, fuck that young tight pussy Sandy. Come for me, come for me." Feeling his balls tighten, he knew he was about to come, but he wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. Lionel ran back into the bedroom and got his cock ring from the drawer of Jeans nightstand. Slipping it around his almost purple cock, he continued to listen to Sandy as he slid down onto his knees and watched her through the keyhole.
Sandy wasn’t quite sure, but she thought she heard rustling from the other side of the door. She knew she heard Lionel come out of the bedroom, but she didn’t remember hearing him go down the stairs. "Oh, what a dirty old man." She thought, as a sly smile crossed her face. She had always fancied him, and was proud when Jean had told her long ago that Lionel would think about her knees (and other bits too…). But she never dared try anything, even though she really wanted to fuck him this week while Jean was away; no, she had too much respect for their marriage, and loved them both too dearly to try anything dirty like that. However, Jean wasn’t home just yet, and there was no harm in having a little fun with the man, so she continued touching herself, and moaned louder and louder, making sure Lionel could hear her.
About thirty minutes later, the taxi pulled up in front of the house. The tall, gorgeous, brown-skinned driver placed Jean's heavy bags at the front door as she looked for some money in her handbag.
“How much?” Jean asked as she took out her house keys.
“That’ll be 10£.” He answered with a deep husky voice.
Jean handed him a 20-pound note as she ran up the steps to the front door.
“Keep the change.” She shouted.
“Ta”, he said to the retreating figure, a bit shocked by the 10-pound tip. But Jean didn’t care. All she wanted was to be in her house with her husband. She let out a heavy sigh as she put her key in the lock, and walked into the house, dragging her luggage in behind her. Leaving it in the front hall, Jean popped her head into the sitting room to see if Lionel was in there reading the paper; no such luck. "He must be in the kitchen still having breakfast", she thought as she made her way down the stairs and into the large eat-in kitchen. "He’s not here either? Where could he be?" Jean glanced through the kitchen window and into the back garden: no Lionel. "Hmm, he must still be in bed. All the more convenient…" As Jean made her way upstairs, she was slightly taken aback by what she saw.
Lionel was so lost in gazing at Sandy getting off that he didn’t hear Jean enter the house or come up the stairs. His mind was running wild with thoughts of what he could do to and with Sandy in the bath, if only he could get in there. He watched her beautiful full breasts rise and fall above the bath bubbles in time with her heavy breathing. Lionel got more and more excited each time her light-brown erect taut nipples peeked up over the water. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer was going to bust through his cock ring. Fuck, he thought, I want to pound her young pussy while Jean watches and fucks herself.
While she rubbed her clit with her left hand, Sandy lifted her right breast and licked at her pulsing nipple. As she did the same to the left breast, she heard Lionel moan deeply and fall against the door. Unable to help herself, she started to moan, saying his name, as she pulled and rolled her nipples.
“Oh Lionel…Lionel. Fuck, I wish you were in here in my pussy. Fucking it hard and fast. I want to come on your cock. I want your cum in my pussy Lionel.”
Just has he took off the cock ring, Lionel smelled gardenia perfume. "Jean?" He quickly turned around and found his wife, stark naked, standing at the top of the steps.
“JEAN?! But…when did you…hhh how…but…it’s not what you think love.”
Jean raised an eyebrow.
“Alright, it is what you think, but I swear, this is the first time…I…never have I ever touched Sandy.” Lionel was blabbering, unable to form a complete sentence.
Sandy could hear muffled voices that sounded like pleading. "Was Jean home? Fuck, she was. Oh well, this just got a whole lot more interesting."
Jean chuckled,
“Oh come off it Lionel. I know you’ve always been faithful. I own that dick just like you own this pussy.”
Jean reached between her legs, and inserted her index finger into her dripping cunt. Walking towards Lionel, she placed her finger at his lips. Taking her finger in his mouth and grabbing her hips, he pulled Jean down to his level on the floor.
“Move over Lionel. I want to see her. Come on Lionel, let me have a look.” Jean said eagerly as she rubbed her clit and looked through the keyhole at Sandy. She was always turned on when she looked at Sandy’s tits.
Lionel gazed at his wife’s beautiful ass in front of him. This was his undoing and he knew it. Cum was already trickling down his cock that was so hard it was painful. He spread her ass cheeks with both hands, and licked at the beautifully puckered hole. He went from her ass to her pussy and back again, lubricating her asshole, getting it ready for his finger. Jean moaned and writhed against the door as she watched Sandy touching herself, and felt her husband licking her ass.
“Oh, I want to eat her sweet pussy Lionel.” Jean panted out, licking her lips.
“You will my love, I promise.” Lionel answered as he shoved a finger in her ass and his cock in her grasping pussy.
“Oh my love”, Jean said, sighing deeply, “I’ve missed you so much.”
He knew he only had a few good pumps in him, but he didn’t care; he’d have to make Jean come later, but right now, he needed release.
“Jean…Jean…Oh fuck you have the best pussy. FUCK YES!”
He was thrusting deeper and deeper, his balls slapping against her wet ass and pussy. He loved that sound and knew it wouldn’t be long before he was filling her with his cum. Leaning against her back, he took her breasts in his hands and played with her hard nipples.
“I’m cumming my love. I’m cumming. I’m cumming… Fuck fuck fuck fuck. OH JEAN!” Lionel grunted out as he fell against her sweaty back, his hot cum shooting into her soaked pussy, and dripping down to the floor.
“I’ve been waiting to do that for a whole week.” He said as he gave Jean a good hard slap on the ass.
“Oh Lionel, take me to the bedroom and make me cum.”
Just as the couple stood up, Sandy opened the bathroom door.
To be continued…