I wanted her.
I'm a pretty good read of people, though, and I was pretty sure she was not only straight, but pretty conservative straight. I knew I could change that, and open up a new world of pleasure to her, but I would need the help of her husband to make it happen.
I was in in line behind them at the grocery sore, and I snuggled up behind up, pressing my tits against his back. I whispered, "I know you would do just about anything to play with my firm young boobs, if given the chance."
I took his quiet grunt as a yet.
After a moment, his wife's attention was direct elsewhere, and I reached around and fondled his crotch for just a second. His body appreciated my touch.
"I need you to do something for me," I whispered. I rubbed my breasts around his back in small circles.
"Anything," he said tightly.
"I'm going to follow you home." I waited for his wife to be distracted again and then tickled the nape of his neck with the tip of my tongue. "I want you to tie your wife to a chair for me."
"Are you crazy?"
"Yes."
I walked off, abandoning my groceries. I wiggled my but pretty saucily as I went, sealing the unsigned deal.
I hung around outside the store, waiting for them. I watched them get into their car. I got into my own. I pulled up near them and followed them home.
Once they got home, I gave him about ten minutes. I heard her screaming in protest inside the house. I smiled. I knew by the end she would be screaming in joy.
I entered the house. The beautiful older woman was tied to a chair. She was wearing blue jeans and a frilly, light tank top. Her husband was sitting near by with his hand inside his pants. I smiled with us much charm as I could muster and stripped down to black bra, black panties, and black stockings.
The husband started complimenting me, talking dirty to me. I sat on her lap and stared into her green eyes, my arms wrapped around her neck. "Is that any way to talk to another woman with your beautiful room sitting right here?" I cooed.
I kissed her cheek. She gasped.
I smiled and kissed her cheek again. She squirmed under me.
I smiled again, and kissed her lips, softly. Then again. Then slid my tongue into her mouth and clasped my hand over her breast, fondling her through her top. She protested into my mouth, but I'm a very good kisser, and I could sense her resistance weakening as our moths lingered together. Soon her nipples was hardening in my hand. Soon she was kissing me back.
At that moment, I broke the kiss and slid off her. "Take her to the bedroom," I said to her husband. "And untie her. I looked into her eyes. "You don't want me to stop do you?"
Wordlessly, her face crimson with shame, she shook her head.
On the bed I knelt beside her, arching my back, more for the sake of her husband than for her. I smiled, caressed her face, told her how beautiful she was and then kissed her again. I did not hold back. The kiss was deep, wet, and violent.
She was overwhelmed, and more than a little scared. I reached down and squeezed her mature cunt through her jeans. Her back arched of the bed and she cried out into my mouth. I did it again. She did the same thing. Then again, and this time when she cried out, her fingernails clawed at my face.
I smiled and broke the kiss, lifting her shirt off. "You are going to feel better than you ever have, in your whole life."
"Please just keep kissing me," she begged, her voice sweet and strong, but well-aged. "It already feels good. I can't do anything else with a girl."
I undid the front claps on her bra and pulled the cups aside. The rosy nipples on her small, soft breasts were firm. "Your beautiful breasts seem to disagree," I told her, bending down to suckle on her.
As with her mouth, I began slowly and gently, but increased my passion and intensity. When I was licking and sucking the hardest, I groped her again. She arched her back. She cried out loudly. She clawed at my neck and face. Again and agagain.
Until her tits were purpling with bruises.
And until she begged me, "Touch me, please, touch me!"
My smile was seductive and full of mischief as I removed her jeans and panties. "I'm going to do better than that."
She was confused, scared. "What do you mean?"
I looked at her pale blonde bush. I got on all fours, back arched, and began kissing her thighs, my eyes never leaving her pussy.
"What are you doing?" she asked, terrified.
I circled my tongue around the outside of her her cunt lips. "I am spiraling in towards heaven."
"What?"
I ran my tongue up her crease and hummed with pleasure.
"Oh my god!" Her body tensed. "What are you doing?"
I sucked gently on her lips, slowly working her open. "Hasn't your husband ever eaten you before?"
"My god no!"
"Silly man," I clucked, licking and lipping her with more enthusiasm.
"Oh god." She was helpless, squirming, uncertain of the feelings that were spiking in her veins.
I spread her legs further and lifted her closer to my face, stabbing at her warm wetness with my tongue. She continued to cry out. When my mouth found her clit, she screamed and clutched at me head, her fingernails sinking into my scalp.
In no time at all she was cumming under my face, begging me to stop, pleading with me to not stop. She could not make heads or tails the feelings. When she was so dizzy she felt like she might pass out, she pulled my head away. She lay there, gasping and panting.
I rolled to my back beside her and pulled off my bra and panties, leaving the stockings on. I looked at her husband. "Now give me that cock of yours."
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