After we exchanged a few more kisses she snickered “I also give an earth-moving titty fuck.”
“I’ll bet that you do,” I laughed.
“If you have some lube I’ll prove it,” she shot back.
I went into the bathroom and got some lotion. While I slathered the lotion over her chest she sucked my cock hard — probably one of the easiest things she ever had to accomplish considering how stoked that I was. Once I was hard she put a little lotion on my cock and as I was about to mount her she said “Do it backwards.”
I wasn’t quite sure what she meant until she shinnied down on the bed and said “Stroke your balls over my face.” In this position not only was my entire cock energized as it rubbed in the valley between her pushed-together tits but she tongued or kissed my balls. As I started to ejaculate she took one of my testicles into her mouth and for the second time within an hour I came like a volcano.
As I fell asleep spooning Karen, with one of my hands massaging her nipples, I thought “That was the best sex of my life by a considerable margin.”
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When I awoke the next morning Karen was gone. I knew that she would be. She loved my kids like they were her own and she wouldn’t want to have them see her in my bed. When I dragged my ass out of bed — simultaneously still euphoric and wiped-out by the phenomenal sexual encounter the previous evening — both kids and Karen were in the kitchen laughing. Karen and I returned a chaste hug and kiss on the cheek as I growled into her ear, resulting in her playfully slapping me and mouthing “the kids can’t know.” Of course she was right.
After I hugged and tickled each child Karen said “If you’d like some toast and oatmeal have a seat,” which I did. Karen and I played footsie under the table while we ate and chatted with the kids. When breakfast was over I cleared the table and either washed or put in the dishwasher all of the pans, plates, and glasses while Karen took the kids outside for some exercise before some Internet or home-schooling lessons.
I worked in the morning while Karen taught the kids and then made lunch. After lunch she sent the kids out to play in the back yard — where we could clearly keep an eye on them — cautioning them once again not to interact with any other kids.
As we stood next to each other watching the kids through the kitchen window I hugged her. “You’re a goddess,” I mumbled as I nibbled on her earlobe.
“Did I do well enough to have my application seriously considered?” she cackled.
“Let’s put it this way,” I replied between earlobe nibbles, “if last night was a test you got an A+++++ to infinity. Once I bounce the cheater out I would like nothing more than to have you live with me full time,” I sighed. We both smiled at each other and exchanged a quick kiss.
For the rest of our seven days in quarantine Karen and I shared a bed at night, until about 5:30 in the morning when she went back to the guest room. I would like to say that we “slept together,” but that would be a misnomer since the majority of the time we were in bed together there wasn’t much sleeping. Karen and I seemed to be not just sexually compatible, but sexually attuned to each other. Despite what was going on in my marriage and the pandemic it was the best week of my life.