1. MY WIFE AND THE NO-GOOD LYING SCUMBAG--Part 4


    Date: 11/11/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 89.9, Source: sexstories.com

    shirt, and underwear while Jennie shimmied out of her slacks and panties. Then I kneeled in front of the couch. Jennie’s mouth was at just the right height for my cock, but first I leaned down for a long searing kiss as my left hand found her milk-swollen breast and my right her tender pussy. Jennie broke the kiss to take me into her mouth. I hardened in an instant as I teased her nipples and began my exploration of her moist hot cunt. I began at her labia, running my hand over her smooth naked skin. We’d both kept our groins hairless, shaving each other in the shower twice a week. Jennie responded immediately by groaning into my hard cock. In only a minute we were lost in each other—Jennie sucking me mightily and me fucking her tight tunnel with my slender finger. I felt I was getting close so I bent around her belly to take her clit between my teeth. She came as hard as ever, shaking and trembling on the couch even as she sucked me dry. I covered her mouth with mine as soon as she released my cock. We kissed for five or more minutes until I broke it to ask, “How about that back rub?” I moved first to her feet. Kissing and sucking each toe I moved my thumbs around the soles and heels of her feet. I knew she loved this and her groans showed her appreciation. I stopped after roughly fifteen minutes and Jennie rolled over. She had trouble lying on her stomach until I pushed some throw pillows under her chest and thighs. Then I began her massage. The extra weight of the baby ...
    on her slender body caused her terrible problems with her back. Beginning just above her ass I began the massage using the heels of my hands and my thumbs, moving them in small circles on both sides of her spine, I made my way up to her shoulders and back down again, finishing by gently kissing each of her firm ass cheeks. “Surely, you don’t expect me to cook after that.” “No, I don’t. I want you to relax and take it easy. Why don’t I call for a pizza?” “I can’t eat pizza. Remember? I’ll have a tossed salad with chicken breast and low fat Italian dressing. You can have the small pie. Is that okay?” It was and, after just one more sensational kiss I rose to make the call, remembering at the last instant to pull my pants up my legs and hips and to slip my shirt over my shoulders. Jennie replaced her clothes not a minute before the delivery. This became our routine over the next ten days except those times when we were invited to her mom’s or my parents’ homes for dinner. On most of those days Jennie and Heidi had been driven there mid-afternoon. We were both only children so I knew how much our parents were concerned for Jennie’s welfare. I phoned Mrs. Alcott the following morning at ten. I began by asking if I had phoned too early. “What time do you start work, Tim?” “Our official time is nine, but I’m almost always here by 8:30, Mrs. Alcott.” “I’m always up before that so you can call me anytime you’re at work and I insist you call me Suzanne. I’m calling you Tim so it seems ...
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