A Welcome Break

"Later. But now.." Leaving her sandwich making, Sandra wiped her hands with a soft tissue and stepped around the kitchen island. With Tanya avidly watching, she ran the back of her fingernail pointedly down the tightened crotch of his trousers. "Mmm?" She cocked her head to one side.

Peter blushed furiously and Sandra giggled that pretty little Essex-overtone laugh of hers. "Not that you've got the energy after last night. Or have you?" Her fingernail drifted upwards and downwards then slowly up again until she flicked the tab of his trouser zip, took hold with her finger and thumb and smoothly pulled it down, other fingers expertly delving in and freeing his hungry cock. "Well maybe you have." Her other hand undid two more buttons on her blouse. "Come on." She pushed the gap wider as she let her fingers play a swift little glissando on his rigid member. "Put your face in." At her invitation his freshly shaven face sank gratefully between her tits and licked hungrily. "Good boy." She purred as he raised his fevered face to look at her.

"Ah!" A sharp sting on his left buttock made him stand up suddenly. Tanya stood over them, grinning with a sadistic look in her eyes he'd never noticed before. He snarled playfully and grabbed at her wrist. "Right, you.." He pulled her close. The riding crop clattered to the red tiled kitchen floor and Tanya took hold of his swelling erection. In return he forced her backwards toward the breakfast bar on the central kitchen island.

"Oh." She seemed taken aback by his uncharacteristic fervour.

"Yes!" Peter let go of her wrist and dropped to his knees, delving under her skirts to find nothing but naked flesh framed by lacy garters. Cupping her shapely bottom with both hands, he ran eager fingers down the back of shivering thighs to her stocking tops and back. In response her knees spread eagerly in greeting.

"Please!" Tanya put her hands on the back of his head, pushing him down to her freshly trimmed pussy, a neat triangle of pubic hair signposting her clitoris. "Kiss me." She pleaded, feeling his heated breath just above her vagina. "Down there." Obediently his lips and tongue began probing the top of her slit and clitoris, sucking, licking, and playing dirty little riffs on the instrument of her pleasure.

While his fingers ran up and down her thighs, Sandra peeled down the top of Tanya's blouse so the morning air kissed stiffening nipples while Sandra's flickering tongue set off electric pulses as it ran up the side of Tanya's neck.

Tanya's eyes opened wide, her back stiffened and her bright ruby mouth formed an O of soundless ecstasy.

"Lovely." Sandra had stripped off her own black jacket and blouse letting the back of Tanya's head fall back between ample tits while she fondled the younger woman's small breasts and flicked their rigid little nipples. All Tanya could do was open and shut her mouth helplessly, vibrating with an electric joy that her husband's tongue was creating in her lust-slickened crotch.

"A little vanilla plus to round things off, yes?" Sandra said, coaxing Tanya around to perch her lovely rounded bottom on a backless leather-padded bar stool, supporting her shoulders, stroking up and down, round and under, nuzzling Tanya's neck and pulling at corset fastenings until the garment dropped to the terracotta tiled kitchen floor. "Ooh." Tanya reached back, tilting her head right back to meet Sandra's questing lips. Their tongues met and danced as Peter stood, pushing off his clothes then searching for Tanya's chiffon skirt fastenings.

"Nice." Sandra paused her ecstatic tonguing to watch as he pushed up the heavy cotton of Tanya's blouse. She looked candidly back into Peter's grey green eyes and an unspoken deal was set. Then she roughly hauled off Tanya's blouse leaving the younger woman naked but for a brief garter belt and stockings. "Now." She slowly eased Tanya's head down her front, arching her over the bar stool and opening her own thighs wide. Peter's eyes were riveted on Tanya's viperish tongue as it probed up into Sandra's neatly trimmed pussy. Tanya's legs in turn spread wide and welcoming letting Peter take hold of his rampant erection and slide it full length into his wife's wonderfully ready orifice.

He watched Sandra's tits jiggling as he began a vigorous canter between Tanya's thighs. Sandra's belly in turn was arched forward, back of her head against a kitchen unit, eyes half closed with Tanya's hands avidly clasping her bottom, lancing tongue penetrating well groomed pubes, dancing around Sandra's clitoris and causing the older woman's eyelashes to flicker with excitement. Sandra held her own right breast, fingers stroking at an erect bar-pierced nipple, mouth pursed, tongue tip pushing her mouth wider.

Setting both his hands on Tanya's bucking hips, Peter felt the fine shove of his own gym toned thighs pushing, thrusting and driving him headlong into his wife's twitching little cunt, feeling rather than hearing her grunting breaths as she stretched at both ends. Revelling as her nether lips gripped and stretched around his own roaring meat.

For long minutes Tanya pushed back at him, folding her calves over thrusting hips, all the time busily licking Sandra's salty sweet heat-swollen pussy lips. Watching his wife's tongue tip sliding into slippery pinkness while his own heat burned away at his rational mind. It became like his head was in a velvet vice and his balls almost vibrating in their eagerness to unload. Then there was a sense of something breaking free, a knot suddenly slipping, then; "Oh, uh, oh, oh God." He moaned. A moment later he exploded inside Tanya, the force of his orgasm making her jerk sharply, triggering her own. Sandra's blue eyes jolted wide open as a sympathetic impulse made her belly visibly jerk and shiver. Tanya twitched and made a sharp little "Oh!" Sound. Then she gave a long, soul shaking moan as she shuddered, almost falling off the bar stool she'd been laid across.

Peter staggered back a little like he'd been hit from behind. Sandra sagged a little and fanned herself with one hand while Tanya struggled into a sitting position, neatly tied back hair in disarray, sweaty strands falling about her face, drying creamy trickles of his come dribbling down her inner thighs. For a few moments there was a vacant look in her eyes. "Wow." She breathed, her face breaking into a wide smile. "Incredible." She slipped down off the bar stool and stood on tiptoe to kiss Peter on the end of his nose.

Peter said nothing but swayed gently on his feet, putting a hand on the kitchen island to steady himself. He blinked heavily for a moment. "Where's?" He said and looked around dumbly.

"Where's who?" Tanya whispered, wrapping her arms around him, holding him so close he could feel her supple warmth radiating deep into his belly.

He closed his eyes. "I mean, where are we sleeping?" He corrected himself.

"Tired?"

"Just for the moment." He conceded.

"Our room's on the right at the top of the stairs." Her amber eyes looked sidelong at him.

"Let's order breakfast and go cuddle." He said.

"You old fashioned thing, you." Tanya playfully tapped him on the end of his nose.

"You know I am."

"I'll take a long, luxurious bath while you snooze."

"A bath? Isn't it a bit early?" He glanced at his watch and his eyebrows rose. It was still only eight thirty in the morning.

"This is our first real break in months. Our first proper night together for almost a year." Tanya led him towards red carpeted stairs. "We can do whatever we want any time of day." He followed upwards, captivated by the gorgeous rolling motion of his wife's black garter framed bottom.

"Anything?" He playfully smacked her left cheek, delighting in it's pert fleshy wobble.

"Pretty please?" She giggled.

"Oh yes please."

"I like the sound of that."

"Give me an hour and something to eat and I'll play all the games you want." Peter said, already feeling aroused again despite his tiredness.

"Coffee and croissants, on their way." Sandra's voice drifted up the stairs. They stopped and blinked at each other, wondering briefly where their hostess had disappeared to.

"Come to bed." Tanya broke the impasse, putting a gentle finger under Peter's chin to guide him into their airy bedroom.

"I should have known." Peter smiled when he saw the heavy four poster bed, varnish obviously chafed where previous customers had writhed and struggled against bindings.

"We can give that a try, later." Tanya sat on the big bed, fussing stray hair back into place.

"Definitely later." He got onto the big soft cloud of cotton duvet and lay down beside her.

"We can take turns." She stopped fussing with her hair and looked down at him, eyes sparkling.

Peter turned his tousled tight curled head to look at her. "I still love you." He said without prompting.

"Love you back." Tanya rolled onto the bed beside him.

"Mm." He rolled over the crisply laundered bedspread and immediately fell asleep. Leaning back to snuggle up into his arms, Tanya did too.

When Sandra arrived a few minutes later, laden with coffee and croissants, they were both fast asleep, softly purring against each other. Sandra put down the tray and gently placed a throw rug over their nakedness before picking up the treats and leaving her guests to recover for a few hours. She sighed a little wistfully and left the heavy oak bedroom door partly open as she left. For a few moments she stood on the landing and watched the exhausted couple curled up close together.

Wasn't love wonderful? Sandra mused when she returned to her kitchen and fussed over a few sex toys fresh out of the dishwasher. Even if it did need a little slap or two to wake it back up sometimes. And then there would be yet more later. She paused and smiled, using a paper towel to polish a freshly washed glass dildo. Much more. Such fun to be had.

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