4 comments/ 29889 views/ 8 favorites Baby Love By: storytime611 You've been antsy all day, wanting to leave work. Kissing me goodbye this morning while I was still sound asleep before you left for work just wasn't enough. Ever since we found out that we're expecting him, you haven't wanted to leave my side. Working a few hours a day while I'm at home with my now big belly seems to drag on forever, day in and day out. But it's time to go home and you say your goodbyes quickly and race out the door. It doesn't take you ten minutes to get home, and you run up to the door, but walk through the house slowly because you know that since pregnant, I've been taking naps at this time of day. Tiptoeing into our bedroom, you indeed find me propped up on three pillows, dozing away, my tummy bulging in front of me and my chest rising and falling slowly with every breath I take. You smile to yourself and walk over to the bed quietly. I open my eyes and smile at you, half asleep as you whisper, "I'm sorry baby girl; I didn't mean to wake you." I just stretch my arms out for you to hug me and lay down next to me. You can tell I'm happy that you're home and that I don't mind at all being awake now. "How was your day? Did he cause you any trouble?" you ask as you pet my belly, lying down next to me now. "He kicked every time I thought about you. He loves his daddy, already almost as much as his mommy does." I smile and place my hand over yours on my tummy. I see the sparkle in your eyes as you lean down and kiss me softly on my lips. After a few seconds, they part and I feel the tip of your tongue caressing mine. Suddenly we both feel a kick in my tummy and we can't help but laugh. I turn to my side carefully so that now I'm facing you. I catch your eyes moving towards my cleavage, which admittedly, over the last few months seems to have doubled. "They're huge, aren't they?" I smile and whisper to you. "Yes, they are, baby. But I love them." You grin devilishly. I take your hand off my tummy and lead it up to my chest, placing it right between my breasts. I hear a low growl escape your lips and clearly notice the movement in your pants as you let your fingers slide across my skin and place your palm completely over my breast, squeezing ever so gently. "Aren't you tired, baby girl?" you ask, but don't move your hand from my chest. I smile and nod no, "Why do you think I was taking a nap?" Within seconds, your lips are pressed to mine and my tongue is hungrily devouring yours. My hand finds its way under your shirt as I slide my fingers up your smooth stomach to your chest, tweaking one nipple between my fingertips for a while before moving over to the other side and repeating the teasing there, too. You know how much I love hearing you growl, and as I feel your hand slide past mine, you start undoing your belt. I grab your hand, however, and smile, "No, baby- I want to do that." You obey happily and move your hand away. I tug at the big belt buckle and it clangs as I let it fall to the ground. As you hear the leather sliding out of your belt loops, one by one, you grow harder by the second. You can't help it, and as soon as I've removed the belt, you jump up and rip your pants and boxer briefs off. "Couldn't wait to get home again, could you baby?" I giggle, staring at your huge erection just a few feet from my face. You nod nuh-uh, and, remaining on your knees, reach under my flowery summer dress. The expression on your face lets me know that you just now discovered that I'm already wet... and panty-less. I just smile innocently and whisper, "I had some fun on my own before my nap, baby." The sheets under me still contain some honey from my play before and you can't wait till you get some of it, too. Without even hiking up my dress, you press your hand between my thighs, dipping one finger teasingly into me. I moan your name softly and roll instinctively onto my back again. Moments later, I find you kneeling between my legs and my dress bunched up at my waist. You lean down far enough for me to grab ahold of your shirt at the bottom and I tug at it, pulling it up past your chest and off of you. As soon as your shirt is off and you realize you're now completely naked, unlike me. My dress straps have already slid off my shoulders, and you see this as an invitation to sit me up and tug at the dress to take it off of me as well. My swollen breasts bounce as they fall out of my dress and I feel you stir between my legs just at the sight of them. Not wasting any time, you lean down carefully and take one of my nipples into your hot mouth. Sucking on it teasingly, you keep this up until you feel me grow hard in your mouth and hear me gasp for air, growling lowly. Your free hand squeezes my other breast, caressing it and slowly massaging it. My fingers have found their way into your hair and I tug at it in ecstasy. This turns you on so much that I scream out in delightful pain as I feel your teeth sink into my already hard nipple. I can see your eyes as you look up at me, and smiling back at you, I spread my legs for you invitingly. You've been waiting for this all day and don't waste any time. Positioning yourself between my legs, you grab yourself and stroke it a few times, teasing us both before placing the tip right between my now soaking lips. We both hold our breath as you ever so slowly inch into me, taking all the time in the world. All the way in, you don't move for a few seconds and it seems like an eternity before we both exhale sharply. Leaning down on me, you kiss me passionately, still barely moving. Our tongues dance with one another as you slowly begin to slide back out of me and push inside again. We start breathing in rhythm, in as you push deep inside me, and exhale with every time you slide out pull out again. Almost forgetting that we're not alone, our baby stirs below your chest in my tummy and we look into each other's eyes, reading the passion off of one another's face, and smile. Increasing your pace, you kiss me again and as I start moaning faster and a bit louder, your lips clasp around my nipple and you suck on my breast until it is rock hard in your mouth again. Enjoying this, I beg you without speaking to do the same to my other already semi-hard breast. As soon as you switch, my hand moves to the now wet nipple and replaces your tongue there, tweaking it while I run my other hand through your hair and down your back, digging my nails into your skin and shoulders. With every thrust, you seem to go even deeper than the time before and my moans seem to make you hard and harder each time you hear them. Your beautiful eyes stare deeply into mine and I can see all the love you have for me and your angel. Hovering above me, your arms supporting your weight, you lean down and start kissing my belly. I love that you do that and prop myself up as much as I can so you can slide in even deeper while you kiss my bulging belly. I smile at you and you look at me once again with joy in your eyes. "If he only knew..." you grin at me evilly and to your surprise, I tighten my muscles around your shaft, making you shiver, whispering, "I think he knows, daddy." You growl at me once again as I feel you start to shiver. "You know what it does to me when you call me that, baby." You immediately increase your speed and I start moaning as I feel your push deeper, thrusting more forcefully now. With every thrust you make me get louder to the point where I am almost screaming your name. I feel my body starting to tense up and my eyes seek out yours. Thrusting fast into me, you bring your hand between my legs now, too, to feel your slick shaft sliding in and out of me. I feel your fingers start to rub me and I beg you not to stop. "I love you, baby", I manage to whisper between desperate gasps for air, and staring into your eyes, I allow my body to convulse in what seems a minute- long orgasm. Moments later, after my muscles have returned to their relaxed state, I realize that you haven't slowed your pace at all. With my excess honey sliding past your shaft onto the sheets, you thrust harder and faster. I tighten up once again and stare into your eyes. You moan my name and exhale sharply, and I feel you release into me. You don't stop thrusting and seconds later another moan is shortly followed by a second orgasm. You kiss me hard, all your energy having escaped your body moments prior. You look into my eyes questioningly, and I just nod an answer with a smile on my face. Finally, you collapse on top of me, lying with your head on my chest as I wrap my arms lovingly around you. Lifting your head briefly, you whisper, "Are you sure I'm not hurting him like this?" I giggle softly, kissing your lips, "You ask me that every time, baby. Yes, I am sure." You feel the stir in my tummy and his little kick against your chest as you roll off me and lay on your side next to me. "I don't know about the two of you," you smile while pulling the blanket over our naked, yet satisfied bodies, "but I sure could go for a nap." Baby, Love The night was cold, dark, and it felt human. A stiff breeze blew in from the Atlantic, ruffling the branches of the palm trees that lined this side of Canal Avenue that faced the ocean. There I sat in my Lincoln Continental parked a reasonable distance from the Mansfield mansion. From where I sat, I had a good view of the main gate and the upper story of the estate house. The lights were off and I was waiting for the signal I knew would come any moment soon. I reclined my seat, lit a cigarette and let my hat slouch over my face just a couple of inches from my eyes. The night went on as usual with its quiet self. I didn't bother turning on the radio—the noise would only distract me from my job, though right at that moment I really would have wished being some place else. Some place where there was a comfy bed waiting for me and a pillow to rest my head on rather than sitting her playing stakeout. Still I sat there and continued my patient waiting. Suddenly my phone started to ring. As I sat up in my seat and took it out of my pocket; the caller ID of the number calling me was unknown. at that point I looked up and saw a light in one of the upper floor, the room which in deduced could only be the master bedroom, come up. A figure—it was a female—stood there by the window looking out. I couldn't tell if she'd spotted me from where I was parked, meanwhile my phone was still ringing with annoyance. "Hello," I said into the mouthpiece. "Hi there Joe," a lady's cat-like voice spoke into my ear. It was a familiar voice and it took me less than five seconds to know who it was talking to me. The lone female standing at the window. "Hello, Mrs. Mansfield," I replied. "That's rather cold, pronouncing my name the way you do," she said. "Isn't it about time you and I went on a first-name basis? After all, you've been tailing my shadow nearly two weeks now, I feel like you're my personal shadow." Dammit! She'd found me out -- but that was to be expected. "I ... don't know not what you're talking about, Mrs. Mansfield." "Oh yes you do, don't think I don't. And the name's Leah. Or hasn't my husband told you that?" Indeed he had. Her husband was the one who'd put me unto her. One Friday afternoon he's presented himself at my office and laid out his compliant. His suspicion was infidelity. She assumed she was sleeping around, but with whom and for whatever reason was what he was interested in knowing. Money was no object with him—and why should it be? He already was a house-hold name in the city, a rich property developer who even played golf with the Mayor. As for yours truly, I'm nothing but a gum-shoe for hire. Majority of my cases were of modest variety:: the occasional lost and found kids or cousins, spying on cheating spouses, that sort of thing. All of a sudden, this rich bloke had waltz in through my door. How he stumbled upon my name, I'll never know. I asked but he didn't say. He needed someone to get the low down on his wife, so I guess I was his man. What had seemed to me at first as easy pickings has now got me feeling like a tiger being caught by its tail. "Ma'am, I still have no idea what you're talking about or referring to," I said, not wanting to fall for her ploy. She giggled. "Whatever, detective. Since you're so nice and careful following me around the way you do, perhaps tonight you would kindly be my escort for the evening. Is that you parked across from the street?" "Yes, that's me." "Wait there, I'll be down soon." The line went dead, and seconds later so too were the room where she'd been talking to me from. I returned my phone to my pocket and waited. It wasn't long before the gate opened and a hooded figure stepped out of the compound. I got out of my car as the figure approached, and she lowering the hood of her coat and revealed herself. She came round to the passenger side and jumped in just as I returned to my seat and stared at her, wondering what silly joke this was. She gave me a modest smile. "Well, are you going to start the car and drive, or are you going to sit there staring at me all evening." I wasn't listening to her. She reached into a purse and took out a silver case from within. Opening it, she took out a cigarette and brought it to her red-coated lips, was about searching for a lighter but I beat her to it, lighting her cigarette for her with mine. She took a drag from her cigarette and blew smoke out the side of her lips. She was a sexy, gorgeous thing, no doubt about that. The type of woman that could make any man turn weak in the knees, and I knew she knew it too. "Please take me some place, Joe," she said. That said, I started my car. There was no need getting rid of her as she was already here with me. The least I could do was keep her entertained till whenever she decided my company was getting dull. "Where to?" I asked. She made a gesture with her hand. "I don't know—how about your place?" I raised my eyebrow. "My place?" "Yes," she affirmed, taking another drag from her cigarette. "I'm curious to know what a detective's pad looks like. Take me to your place, please." Usually I detest dames that make as if they've got the world in their pocket along with everybody else that's in it. But watching the way she rolled that cigarette between those flaming red lips, I decided to make hers an exception as I put the car into gear and drove out of the rich folk's avenue. ****** Traffic on the streets was almost non-existent as we drove to my apartment which didn't take long than it would have during rush hour. It was a quiet, yet bustling neighborhood, far from what anyone would class as being decorous to someone of Leah Mansfield's status, though if there were any misgivings, she never showed it. I drove into the parking lot situated across from my building and together, like a couple returning from a fun-filled evening, we crossed the street towards the building complex where I resided—my office was two blocks down from here. My apartment was on the top floor of the four-story building; lucky for me the elevator hadn't broken down today like it usually did other days. I pushed the rail doors aside and allowed her to step in, which she did, and together we rode the elevator to the top. "Well, it's nothing fancy," I said as I unlocked my apartment door and let her in, "but it's home sweet home however you want it." She stood there in the middle of the living room, casting her eyes about my living room, and murmured, "Not bad. Looks cozy and simple—I practically grew up in a dump like this." "I'll bet you don't really mean that." I took off my jacket and threw it over the couch. I was starting to warm up to her presence. "Sure I mean it." She fell on a chair and crossed her legs seductively, giving me an eye full of her lovely, fat thigh. "So, how about you fixing a girl something to drink?" "Sure," I went towards the kitchen. "What would your pleasure be?" "Bourbon will do, if you have one." "One glass of Bourbon coming up," I answered as I looked into my cabinet drawer where I kept my liquor stash and made her drink; I made one for myself, too. She'd taken off her jacket when I returned and was at the moment fiddling with my stereo set. "Thanks," she said, accepting her glass then made a toast with mine. "Think nothing of it." I assisted her with the stereo system, inserting a Miles Davies CD into it. We sat beside each other, sipping our drinks and enjoying the jazz music that was playing. "Let me ask you a question," I said to her. "How and when did you find out I was following you around?" I just had to know. "Does your question have anything to do with why a rich lonely girl like myself is doing here with a shabby, lonely private-eye like yourself?" she flashed her eyelids at me coquettishly "Whatever gave you the impression that I was lonely?" "I've never stumbled across one who isn't," she replied, then waved a hand around my apartment. "Besides, this doesn't look like what a family man would put up with. But I was a little scared though." "Of what?" "That you might have someone steadily available here—a girlfriend." She uncrossed her legs and folded them on the couch; my body yearned for whatever lay between those long legs. "You look like the sort of fellow that's got lots of women around town waiting for him. I've got a nose for such things, so I can tell." Her words, sweet and amusing, made me laugh. "I never knew I was such a charmer as you paint me to being one. Though pardon me for doubting, but you don't look like anything close to being lonely." "Oh but I am," she said, and then got up with her glass still in her hand; she took a sip of her drink before continuing. "I can't start telling you how awfully boring it is sometimes being camped day and night in that big house all by myself ... all to myself. Sometimes I just hate it." "Your husband doesn't seem to think so." She looked at me. "Exactly what did my husband say to you about me when he put you onto me?" I saw no harm letting her in on this. "He said he was afraid of whatever you might be up to. That a lot of times you returned home late and sometimes you never bothered returning till morning. He also said that whenever he asked where you'd been, you'd give him a surly answer. He just wanted me to make sure you stayed safe and not hang around with the wrong type of crowd. Those were his words." She drained the remainder of her drink. She spilled some of it on her dress as she wobbled on her feet, fast getting smashed. She raised a hand and brushed back a flock of brown hair from her face, and said: "All those nights you followed me, tell me, did you ever think I'd end up with the wrong type of crowd?" "You're way smarter than that. I reckoned you were searching for something." "Would you like to know what it was I was searching for?. "A part of me is curious to know. The other part just doesn't care." She looked at me quizzically, then returned to the couch, bringing herself closer to me. Her voice became sultry. "Tell me the truth, private-eye. While he hid behind your car, watching me, didn't you ever get the urge to want to ... touch me?" "Maybe. But I was on the job then." "But you're not on the job now," her arm slid onto mine; her face drew closer, I could inhale her breath and perfume. "Now that I'm here, pretend you've caught me being naughty, and tell me what you'd like to do with me." "Why tell," I murmured, falling into her seduction, "when I can show." I took her glass along with mine and dropped them on a coffee table then reached for her. She brought herself willingly to my arms, hitching up her skirt then raising her legs over my thighs. Her eyes closed as our lips met in a kiss. I fell backward on the couch as she held my head up with her hand. Our lips remained interlocked while my hand pushed up her skirt to explore what was hidden underneath. My hands didn't encounter the feel of any panties or underwear. My hand rubbed her labia and one of my fingers slipped in-between her pussy walls to encounter her wetness. Our kissing grew frantic and she began breathing heavy as I fingered and massaged her pussy and clit. Her lips came off mine and she groaned perceptively and kissed every inch of my cheek. Her hands fought against the buttons of my shirt. This close, she smelled so good. "Joe, can you do something for me," she whispered breathlessly into my ear. "Anything," I muttered. "Take this rich lonely girl into your bedroom and fuck her brains out hard," She demanded. Certainly she knew how she wanted it—there wasn't a second to lose as I got up and scooped her into arms, and carted her towards my bedroom. I kicked the door open and dropped her on the bed. My eyes lusted on her body while my hands worked at taking off my clothes; I had a pressing erection even as I unzipped my pants. She had herself out of her dress in lesser time than me. She grasped my cock and pulled it to the bed towards her, pulling me along. I fell on my back, still wiggling my legs out of my pants but she had her mouth already wrapped around the head of my cock, sucking me. I gasped from the feel of her tongue slithered over my shaft yet pressed her head down on me; she acknowledged by swallowing more of me. She came around kneeling before me, one hand pressing me down while her other stroked my shaft as she bobbed her head on my cock; her mouth made sweet, slurping sounds like she was scooping a bowl of ice cream. I swept her hair off her face. There was a frenzied, hungry look in her eyes and she held my gaze even as she went down south to suck on my balls. Gaddamn! It felt incredible the way she handled my cock, like she was born to do it. "All right, Leah," I took back my dick from her, noting the reluctance in her eyes. I didn't want to come so early. The least I could do was give her a taste of her own medicine. "It's my turn now." She lay on the bed and presented my face with her wet, juicy snatch. I flicked my tongue over her clit, heard her hiss through her teeth, then buried my face between her legs. She pressed my head down on her pussy, grinding her hips against me; her moans rose into a high sweltering note. "Oh ... Oh ... Oh, Joe," she moaned while her hands caressed my head down between her legs. "Oh baby ... oh darling ... you're killing me!" minutes later after I'd done enough damage to her pussy, having made her cum, I rolled to the side of my bed and looked inside one of my cabinet drawers and took out a pack of Trojans lying inside. She stopped me just as I was about ripping one open. "No," she said with a firm voice. "Don't ... please. I want to feel you, the real you, inside me." "But what if I'm not safe—" "It's okay—I trust you. Come here and make love to me." Returning the Trojans and closing back the cabinet, I turned to her and got down to business. We groaned almost simultaneously as I thrust the head of my cock inside her—God, she felt so fucking good! I gave her pussy some hardcore slamming, making the bed rock under us while she wrapped her legs and arms over me and held on for dear life. I was already at a hair trigger and it didn't take long before I filled her cunt with my load. I pulled off her and fell on my back, panting like a sprinter. She rolled over me and kissed me all over, slid downward and sucked on my jimmy and it wasn't long before I felt myself becoming hard again. She mounted me, stroked my erection then moaned as she slipped it between her legs, gave to the sweet warmth of her cunt. Her hair fell over her face as she leaned forward and started working her ass over my dick; I grasped her lovely ass cheeks and held them apart and for the next two minutes slammed that pussy with all the muscle in had in my thighs. Leah screamed uncontrollably, her moans dissolved into sudden shrieks. "Ohhhh ... yeah! ... Fuck me! Fuck me ... Oh ... Oh ... so good! ... Fuck me deep! ... Oh, Joe ... Oh, baby ... turn me over ... please ... I want to ride ..." Her tits jiggled before my face. I opened my mouth and gnawed at one of them; our sweat became one as she yearned for more pounding that I was giving her. I caressed her body and when the moment came, I rolled over, bringing her on her back. I held her thighs apart and thrust my cock harder and harder in and out of her pussy until suddenly her body began to shudder and she pulled me down to her. "Ohhh ... Ohhhh God! Oh my God, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'M GONNA COMMMMEEEE ...!!" she screamed into my ear as she arrived at her climax. I grunted like a hungry animal, still plugging her hole with every inch of steel I had and I too groaned as again I poured all my semen inside her. Minutes later we lay beside each other, relishing the sex; my bedroom reeked of pussy cum and semen and sweat. "Oh my God," she murmured. "That was incredible. It's been so long since I ever had it so good." She held my face and kissed me for a long time. "You remember asking me how and when I knew my husband had put you unto me?" she crooned into my ear. "Yeah," I answered. "I knew from the day he hired you. I knew because I made him hire you." She covered my mouth with kisses before I could reply to that. ****** The hour slipped into the night. I must have slept for a long time because when I woke up, the room was dark completely, except I couldn't recall getting up to turn off the lights. I raised my head and winced when I felt a throbbing pain in the back of my skull, as if something hard had bumped into me during the night. The pussy and semen smell I noticed had been replaced by something rank; it was a smell I was familiar with, but as I lay there in the darkness of my room, I prayed in the back of my mind that it wasn't what I already figured it was. I tried to get up but couldn't—someone was resting heavily on top of me; I felt her hair and knew it was Leah. I managed to push her to the side and rolled towards where I knew my bedside lamp would be. I flicked on the light switch and my eyes bulged outward and I muttered a gasp of horror as I saw what was beside me. It was Leah all right, lying in a pool of her own blood. Dead. I got off the bed and staggered a little and groaned as I reeled from the pain echoing inside my head. I found the wall switch for the room's lights and flicked it on. Leah was sprawled across my bed, her eyes and lips—those lips that I'd tasted an hour ago—opened in shock at whatever it was that had snuffed out her life; a kitchen knife jutted off her torso with a river of blood oozing from it. Close examination made me realize that the knife was mine. I was hardly breathing before I realized it. Fear gnawing at my mind, I scuttled into the bathroom and looked inside my medicine cabinet for a box of aspirin that was there. I dropped some emptied a couple into my hand and swallowed them straight up and sipped water off the faucet. I was feeling somewhat calm as I returned to the bedroom, glancing at the dead corpse, then taking my eyes quickly off it. I searched for my pants and got my cell phone out from the pocket. I dialed a private number and waited for the person at the other end to pick up. "Yes?" a voice answered. "It's done," was all I. "All right. I'll be there soon." The line went dead after that. I had time to take a shower before returning to the room to wear back my clothes then sat in the living room and waited. There came a knock on my apartment door some minutes later. I opened it to reveal a man past his middle-age, standing there in a purple robe. He wasn't alone; there were two men behind him, one of them held a video camcorder over his shoulder. I led the way to the bedroom and the one with the camcorder went around the bed, filming the dead woman from various angles while the other approached a wall mirror that hung at the right corner of the room. He pushed the wall mirror aside to reveal a cut out in the wall, in the centre of which a camera with a programmed video recorder device had been placed; the eye of the camera was aimed directly at the bed. He turned off the machine, then extract a tape from inside, while the old man sat on the bed's edge beside his dead wife. "Have you gotten everything?" he said to the man with the video recorder. "Yes sir, we have everything." The dead woman's eyes suddenly became awake, blinked rapidly before settling on her husband who was smiling down at her. "Well, it's about time." She said. Her husband helped her up, detaching the plastic knife that had been glued to her chest; he took out a handkerchief from his robe pocket and wiped the fake syrup of blood off her breasts. "How was I, darling," she said to her husband. "Was I very good?" He nodded, then kissed her. "You were more than just being good, my dear. You were perfect. I was soaking up your performance, watching from across the hall." Baby, Love Her hubby got up and thanked the two amateur porn video crew for having recording the erotic clip of his screwing his hot-wife and settled their bill. Having seen them off, he came and dropped a thick envelope in my hand; a 'thank you' for role-playing Joe, the detective. Though I'm more known by my stage name: Baby D., of the Tongue Patrol© gang. "I can't begin to thank you enough, sir," her hubby said to me. "You've certainly helped me to fulfill a life-long dream." "The pleasure was all mine," I said while pocketing away the envelope. "I'm glad you and your wife got a kick out of it." "Most certainly I did," Leah gushed with glee, coming over to thank me with a long kiss. "Let's do this again some other time." "No problem," I said. "Next time though, I think it'll be best if we leave the cameras off." The wife's eyes suddenly lit up like a bright sun. "I've got a better idea. Instead of waiting for that day, why don't we have one right now—just a little going-away present, sort of. What do you say, honey?" she turned to her husband. "You wouldn't mind if Baby and I have ourselves one more round of fucking, would you?" Her husband's face immediately glowed a bright orange as he blubbered: "Sure, sure ... please do so." Leah turned to me, daring me to take the challenge if I was man enough. I definitely still had that much juice left, and the sight of that hot body of hers was getting my little man rising again. I pulled her towards me, unabashed of her husband's presence, and she too responded to my touch and kisses. My lips were wrapped around hers while I fought once again to free myself from my clothes while we approached the bed. Leah sat on the bed and unbuckled my pants and pulling them and my under-shorts down my ankles. The hunger was in her eyes and I couldn't help but gasp as she held my cock and right away commenced sucking it. The woman sure knows how to get feisty when it comes to wanting a dick—that suited me just fine. "Yo man!" I snapped at her husband as if I was the only real man in the room, "you're going to have to take a chair, 'cause this is going to take a while. Won't it, Leah?" "Uhnh-Hunh," she replied while her mouth still swallowed me. Her husband found himself a chair and planted his butt on it; he wouldn't have left that chair even if there'd been an earthquake happening outside. His eyes lapped at our sex work-out. He freed his prick from within his robe and stroked himself while his eyes glued on us. I came on the bed and pulled Leah over to be on top and we '69'd each other. I had my face buried under her ass cheeks, nibbling her clit while finger-fucking her pussy while she deep-throated me with a vengeance. She wiggled her ass over my face and produced moaning sounds as well. "You had enough, darling?" her husband asked her. "No ... God, no!" she panted between gasps. "Uhhh ... I'm just getting warmed up!" I gave her ass cheeks a loud smack before pushing her off me and got her in a doggy position. I was brusque this time, snapping at her to put her ass where and how I wanted it and she did nothing but obey. Hunched over her, my cock slipped into her pussy like knife piercing through butter. She looked up and cried out from the roughness, but I smacked her butt and told her to shut the fuck up and take my dick. I held her down and pounded the shit out of the bitch. She yelped and thrashed about, sputtered foul words at me, wiggling that round rack of hers back and forth for more. I smacked her bum and inserted a finger into her puckered asshole. Her body jittered and she uttered a wild yelp from the contact, yet it was obvious she was having fun, while her husband wanked away, enthralled by our live performance. When I got tired of banging the broad from behind, she pushed her to the side and grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face towards my dick. Her mouth sucked my cock like it was trying to swallow a golf ball from a garden hose, slobbering on my tube and wrapping her balls with her tongue as if it was her favourite toy. I then lay on the bed and brought her ass over to straddle me, though this time facing her husband while her ass rocked my shaft up and down. I fingered her asshole some more and loved the reaction she got from it. "This is what you wanted, ain't it, you rich lonely slut," I growled into her ear. My hands held her down as I went on hammering her from behind. "You always want to be fucked hard, don't you?" "Ohhh yes ...!" she screamed out. "Always want to be fucked hard and rough, don't you?" "Ohhh yes ... yes ... give it to me!" I went on fucking her till minutes later her body exploded into another shrieking orgasm. I shoved her off my cock and came and knelt before her face, stroking my cock as hard and fast as my hand could. She opened her mouth to receive me and it wasn't long that I shot out my load, spurt after spurt into her awaiting mouth. I didn't notice when her husband came around to watch as his wife gulped down my seed. She reached for my cock just as it was starting to return to its usual flaccid state and sucked me off. "Well, I guess that'll be all for tonight folks," I laughed as I pushed myself to my feet and went once again into the bathroom to take another shower. Thirty minutes later, having worn on my clothes, I said goodnight to the couple and exited the staged apartment building. The main thing that occupied my mind as I drove away from the place was the thought of a luxurious sleep.