“How wet are you for me, Mrs. King?”
She spread her legs for me and brought her hand down to rub circles over her clit. “Taste.”
She put her fingers to my mouth, and I cradled her wrist in my hand, then began licking her fingers. My wife watched me with her mouth parted, like she was desperate for whatever I’d do next. After I finished with her fingers, I smiled at her then sank my own digits into her pussy.
“My turn.”
My voice was a rasp as I added another finger and began fucking her with them. Her head fell back as I pulled them out, then slowly slid them back in. Once they were glistening with her arousal, I pulled them free and raised my hand to her mouth. She mimicked my move by cradling my wrist and sucking my fingers. She was a sight to behold with her legs spread wide, her shirt lifted, showing her tits being held up by her navy bra. It showed the swells of her breasts in a way that had me staring with hooded eyes.
“I taste like I’m desperate for you to fuck me,” she whispered, once my fingers were sucked clean. I pulled my hand back and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the washer before lowering my face to her spread thighs.
Tracing her bare slit with my nose, I inhaled the scent of that desperation. My erection pressed against my jeans, the tip leaking with precum against my boxer briefs, but I didn’t care. I just needed to taste my wife and then I’d sink into her.
With my eyes on hers, I gently pried her pussy lips apart and began licking the seam. Slow, measured and with intent to taste every fucking drop of her creamy arousal.
“Jameson.” She panted loudly.
The last thing I wanted was for our kids to come down here and hear us fucking. So, I reached my hand forward and turned the dial on the older washer machine then pulled it, so the water would start filling the basin. She did the same with the dryer next to her, moving the dial and pushing in, so it started. The noise filled the room, and now her ass was moving because the dryer was old and shook when it was started.
“That’s my girl, now you can moan my name and tell me how much you love me licking this fucking pussy. You can tell me how badly you want me to fuck you. Why don’t you show me how badly you need my cock.”
She moaned, lifting her hips, while reaching for my hair.
I let her dig her nails into my scalp while she let out her little cries of pleasure and I continued lapping at her cunt. She was spread so wide; I had the perfect angle to press my tongue into the tight hole of her ass. She loved when I added pressure there while fucking her, but she was equally as excited if I added pressure while eating her out.
I added more lubrication to her, then ever so gently added my finger to the tight bundle of nerves. We had anal fairly regularly, but without lube, I had to be cautious of how she felt as I stretched her.
“Let me know if you’re good, baby,” I muttered before pressing a kiss to her clit, then circling it with my tongue.
She pulled my hair but lifted her hips, which had my finger going deeper.
“You like me licking your pussy while I slowly fuck your ass?”
She made an unintelligible sound, but it was pleasure. Pure fucking pleasure.
I spit again on her hole, ensuring it was lubricated enough while I slowly and gently added a second finger to her ass, stretching her. Then with my tongue, I went back and swiped at her clit, lapping at it in a way that had her moaning.
“Come for me, Pen.”
My mouth returned to her pussy, which had her crying out and trying to close her legs around my head.
I lifted my face and stared down at her sex. I used my fingers to swipe the lubrication from her cunt and spread it around her tight hole that was now stretched enough for us to play.
Her chest was still heaving when I pulled up on her long-sleeved shirt to fully remove it. Once it was on the floor with her leggings and thong, I pulled on her hips and brought her to my chest in a hug.
Her breasts pressed against my chest, the soft fabric from her bra sliding against my skin.
She was still trying to catch her breath when I pressed a kiss to her mouth, light and soft, then gave her a feral smile.
“This part might be a little rough, but I promise you’ll like it.”
Her mouth parted for only a second before I had her slide down my front, and then once her feet were on the floor, I turned her so that she was facing the washer.
“Wha—”
“Place your hands here and hang on,” I rasped close to her ear, while placing my hands over hers and guiding them to the edge of the washer, in two places where I wanted her to hold on. Her chest was flat against the closed lid of the machine, and her ass was right where I wanted it. I lightly skimmed the expanse of her cheeks with my hands, then lightly slapped.
Her right leg came up as I gently pulled on it, then I angled it, and had her knee rest on the surface, which exposed her pussy to the air…and to me.