She was also an absolute artist with her luscious mouth and quickly picked up the art of giving me the most incredible blowjobs until I was nearly cross-eyed with ecstasy!
She had two pregnancies in quick succession and, inevitably, I suppose, we began to have other priorities. Her body quickly regained its shape – with the added bonus that her breasts became even larger, her nipples darkening and lengthening, but our sexual encounters became less frequent. I was working very hard and Joan had two young boys to cope with all day and – as Ray had correctly guessed – sex now took place only at weekends and, these days, I realised as I thought about it, not even every weekend …
I followed Joan towards the house. On the way, I passed the laundry man, and we nodded to each other. I noticed he looked slightly embarrassed and guessed he realised I had seen him watching my wife’s ass.
Joan was in the kitchen. I slid an arm round her waist and kissed her cheek. I realised I was more than half-erect and dropped my hand to fondle her buttocks.
“Hi, honey,” she breathed, turning her face to kiss me, briefly, on the mouth. “Did you tip the moving men yet?”
“Oh, no,” I confessed, feeling in my pocket for the twenty-dollar bills.
“Come on and we’ll say goodbye together, then,” said Joan, taking my hand and leading me out again. I followed willingly. If we could see them off quickly, we’d have time for a visit upstairs before the boys came home…… My cock was hardening at the thought.
The guys were closing the back of the van.
“All done, then?” I called, as we approached.
“Yeah, that’s it,” answered Ray, turning and smiling – his smiling broadening when he saw Joan at my side.
“Well, thanks for all you’ve done,” I said – trying to keep out of my mind the image of Ray bending a naked Joan forward at the waist so that he could squeeze her dangling tits while he rammed his dick into her soaking cunt, from the rear.
I handed over the bundle of notes, and shook his hand. His handshake was firm and dry.
“Good luck to both of you in your new home,” he said, smiling.
“Thank you, Ray,” said Joan, her eyes shining as she stepped forward. He held out a hand, but Joan put her hands on his shoulders and offered her face for a kiss. With a very brief glance at me, Ray put his arms round her and kissed her on the lips. She came close enough into him for her breasts to flatten themselves against his chest, and my heart tripped again.
I knew Joan didn’t mean anything by it – like most of her race, she is very tactile – but I also knew Ray was enjoying the sensation of Joan’s firm generous mounds against him – and I was getting a strange thrill from it, too.
I turned to Mike and Louie and shook them by the hand. Joan kissed Mike but, because he was so much taller than she, their bodies didn’t touch, but Louie, who was last, pulled her right into him – and dropped his hands to cup Joan’s butt as they kissed.
She was a little flushed as they climbed up into the van and we waved until it turned out of sight, at the corner of the street. Then Joan took my hand and we walked back to our new home, in companionable silence.