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She caresses my bottom as I stand there, bent over. Her hand is like velvet on my skin.

I shiver in anticipation of the night.

I shower as we make small talk. Her voice in my private bathroom becomes welcome. I begin to relax, as though my fear is abating.

I towel off, deliberately moving provocatively before her, she clothed, myself naked.

I bend over and kiss her upturned lips with a passion I have never felt for anyone other than my husband. My breasts are bunched above my towel. I drop the towel on to the floor and begin to unbutton her soft yellow dress. My fingers are shaking from anticipation and intrepedation. Yet her presence feels welcome to me, here in my private bathroom.

I hang her pretty dress in my closet. There is a sense of intimacy created from the act of her clothes being beside my clothes, so close to each other. I feel her eyes on my bare back as I stretch up to hang her dress.

I feel her hand touch my flexed cheek as I stretch up on tip toe. It roams up my back and circles my rib cage, stopping at the edge of my breast, caressing the very parting of my breast from my ribcage. Her fingers move vertically there, caressing that juncture ever so lightly with her finger tips. I back into her arms as they enfold me in warmth. I turn around, take her hand, and lead her to the bed of my husband and me. I pull back the coverlet and blankets, moving them to the bottom of the bed. I want to see her, not be under coverings.

I lay her on her back, and kiss her lips, her neck, her shoulder, her arms, her hands. I feel her shiver in desire, wanting my kissing in a more intimate location.

I place my hand gently on the tip of her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipple in my palm. I circle my palm, held flat and open, on her nipple. I feel its resilience as it moves under my palm, pressing into the groves that move over its pointedness.

I lean down and bring my lips to it. I breathe out softly onto its impertinent hardness. I watch her areole stiffen in desire.

My lips open to kiss it deeply into my mouth. She arches up to my lips. He breathing is rapid and shallow. Her eyes follow my every movement. Her desire for me is clear, and plain, and honest.

I feel her hand caress my thigh. It moves up and down, asking for a more formal agreement that it belongs there. I part my legs, allowing her fingers to caress my plucked mons.

She murmurs, "So soft..... so soft."

My mouth suckles her nipple, and I feel my mouth and jaws shiver with its delectable taste. Her perfume is an aphrodisiac, making my desire rise, rapidly approaching the point of no return.

I groan like an animal in heat, about to be mated.

Her other hand circles behind my head, and pulls my face to her breast with urgency. I place my hand on her sex, feeling the roughness of her pubic hair under my fingers. I caress her lips there with my finger tips. I can feel the heat escaping from her opening. I delve further and find her kernel of desire, waiting for me, panting for me. It rises to its highest point seeking my touch just as a cat would press against my leg seeking attention.

I must taste her beauty.

I turn on my bed, and my face nears her point of greatest desire. I see that her flower has opened and is fully prepared for my use of it. My tongue flicks into her petals, tasting her essence, sampling her desire. She moans in greeting. My tongue dives deep into her sex. My desire can no longer wait. I must have her completely. I furiously tongue her nibblet, I feel my cheeks being covered by her wetness. I can not wait, I must bring her to nirvana. I thrust my fingers into her, filling her, swishing her wetness around inside her. Her spasm starts and builds quickly, and I feel her overflow. She goes rigid, screaming her ecstasy, convulsing upon my fingers impaling her. Her hips rock and thrust as though to take more of me into her. Her orgasm continues unabated as I suckle and finger her sex. I withdraw my mouth, leaving my fingers to diddle her in my pleasure, her orgasm continues. I watch as it consumes her utterly. She passes out.

I bring her tea, sitting by the bed and stroking her forehead.

"I think you liked that baby."

"Oh god Deni, every time I get near you I have this feeling of being out of control, needing you to have me." She blushes at the admission of her weakness.

"Honey, that is without question the nicest thing anyone has said to me in years, thank you baby."

"I want to make you feel that way, Deni."

"I will baby, we have all night to play."

Hubs walks into my bedroom.

"Hey Hubs!"

He wags his tail in an excited shiver.

"Have to go out?"

He places his front legs up on the bed and licks my fingers. He is thorough in his cleaning diligence.

He leans over toward Wanda and sniffs deeply.

"Yes, baby, she needs your tongue, doesn't she?"

I pat the bed beside Wanda and Hubs leaps to his favorite position between a woman's legs. He lowers his head and again sniffs. His tongue is instantly caressing her opening, thrusting gently into her folds, reaching for her taste. I spread her lips and Hubs eagerly laps at her erect and eager clitoris. Wanda goes rigid with orgasm. She continues to mewl and moan for what seems like hours as Hubs administers his lingual love to her clitoris and opening. She seeps wetness and he laps intently to keep it dry. His lapping invites more wetness and the cycle continues. Dear, dear Wanda passes out again.

Hubs moves to me and thrusts his nose between my legs, trying to gain entrance to my sex.

"All right baby, here you go." I spread my legs and lie beside my unconscious lover.

Hubs pursues his favorite pastime as I edge closer and closer to my release.

Just as Wanda regains consciousness, I reach my peak and she awakes to her me scream, "OH GOD Hubs , fuck me with your tongue, Oh god yes, tongue fuck me Hubs." My orgasm is his greatest achievement, and he laps until I collapse on the bed.

He lies between us like an exhausted lover, panting.