“See?” she said cheekily, “I told you it was pink.” I hesitated before advancing into her, that stab of guilt again piercing the intensity of my desire. Tracy noticed me hesitating and ran a hand down the side of my face, tilting me up to look at her smiling face. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” her fingers cool against my cheek. “But Amy was right, I love married guys. I love giving them everything their wife doesn’t, and I love knowing that they want me more than they want her.” Her eyes locked with mine. “I will never tell anyone what happens tonight, and I’ll put my dress back on and go if that’s what you want me to do.” She smiled down at me, biting her bottom lip before continuing. “But I want you to do this. I want you to taste a pussy that doesn’t belong to your wife. I want you to feel young again.” she ran a hand down her naked chest, pausing to make a gentle circle around her nipple. “And most of all, I want you.”
Her last words broke the guilt and I made up my mind, hungrily diving my mouth to meet her already wet pussy. The smell and taste of her were intoxicating, familiar and yet so different, my ardor fully inflamed. I hear Tracy’s moans as she runs her hands through my hair pulling my mouth into her as my tongue explores every part of her. I lick and suck and kiss wildly, before settling into more of a rhythm. As Tracy starts to relax and moan more evenly, I run my tongue all the way from the peak of her clit to her tight asshole and back, pausing to push my tongue deep into her opening before wrapping my mouth around her swollen clit and sucking, flicking my tongue across its sensitive surface.
I hear Tracy gasp as I slowly slip a finger into her “oh yes,” she moaned as I started to trace circles inside her before slowly sliding a second finger into her tight pussy “OH YES.” she expounded, a lot louder this time as I fingered her deeply and lapped at her clit like a drowning man gasping for air. She squirmed and started to move her hips in rhythm with my movements. Deep, primal moans echoed through my living room as she pressed into me, her hands opening herself wider to let me take more of her into my mouth and letting her pussy take my fingers even deeper. I felt her pussy start to clench as her moans increased in pace and volume. A choked cry that was nearly a scream escaped her throat as her orgasm squeezed tight enough around my fingers to nearly break them. I felt a warm gush as she squirted in my face, her orgasm pulsing again and again as I continued teasing her clit with my tongue.
“Holy shit.” she said, looking down at the wet spot on the couch between her legs and the moisture covering my face. “I’ve never done that before.” She leant back, shivers of pleasure surging through her as aftershocks from her orgasm pulsed through her body. I ran my hands over her silken thighs as she came back to herself, smiling at me “Your wife is a lucky woman. Sorry about the mess.” It’s my turn to laugh as I realised how wet she made the sofa, but I was beyond caring at this point. Tracy smiled that wicked grin she’s been flashing all evening,