Mushroom Caps and Cunnilingus

Water boiled in a big pot atop the stove. On the counter potato peels were piling up. Sarah’s hair was swept to one side. Jim stepped up and kissed her neck, sliding his lips up her chin.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He kissed across her clavicle then tenderly sucked her throat.

“Seriously, what are you doing?”

He grabbed her head with both hands and planted one on her kisser. She pulled away.

“We have company coming over in an hour.”

He kissed her softly.

“This isn’t helping.”

He nuzzled her nose.

“Oh, this is helping,” he said.

“Stooop.”

She pushed him away.

“Fine,” he said sulking back to his potatoes.

She returned to her mushrooms, shaking her head. Suddenly though the mushroom caps felt smoother and plumper in her hands. She popped one into her mouth, rolled it against her palate. Delighted in its earthiness. She touched the damp spot on her neck where he had sucked. Her knife dropped to the board.

“Come,” she said.

“Sorry Honey, what?” he asked, smiling.

“Come, now,” holding out her hand.

Sarah flicked on the cellar light. Locked the door. Turned around. Jim’s mouth was hot and hard on hers, his hands inside her clothes. She pulled away.

“There’s no time for that,” unzipping his pants.

“Oh! Well, ok.”

Sarah took him into her mouth, swirling his head with her tongue, stroking his shaft with intent.

She stood up and spit in a tissue, then kissed him softly. He smiled, slightly out of breath.

“Thanks.”

She winked and caressed his cheek. He kissed her hand.

Closing the cellar door, she leaned against it, tasted her bottom lip, and smiled at herself. She started back to the vegetables but then stopped and plunged her hand into her waistband. Her panties were wet and the wet wanted more. Her husband found her leaned against the spice rack in the throes of her own fingers.

“Come,” she commanded.

“Again?”

“My turn.”

He lifted her onto the chest freezer, stripped her panties. Spread her. Sucking her pussy as hard as it could take. There were new footsteps upstairs. She came, biting her hand.

“They’re early,” he said.

She kissed him wet and deep.

“Worth it,” she smiled.

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