On a grassy knoll, a muddied figure lay in a deep sleep beneath a woolen blanket. She looked like Brer Rabbit's tar-baby and her breathing was an irre...ular, yet satisfied snoring. The lone figure rolled over in her slumber and snapped to a wakeful alertness. With a retching groan, she hoisted herself to a leaning position. Every muscle in her body ached and every joint was rigid in stiffness. Her world was dark, her eyes burned and her throat was sore and parched. The ebony figurine clawed the. The bare white thigh was clearly visible above the black stocking, and the fabric of her pale panties was on show beside the curve of her tight arse.I gulped a little as she leaned forward, looking me square in the eyes, her top buttons open enough for me to see down her blouse to the lace-covered tits beneath. She 'accidentally' knocked my pen onto the floor, and said 'Oh, I'm sorry.' and before I could react she pushed my chair out from the desk and bent at the waist, back to me, to pick up. While talking to the wife, I licked and kissed up and down his ass, and French kissed it several times. We both enjoy this, and I enjoyed the thrill all the more while my wife was on the phone with me.Of course, it would not be complete till the last night, when she called, that I had him fucking me spread eagled and I was kissing him, while listening to what my wife was saying. I am glad she did most of the talking because my mouth was otherwise very busy. She hung up and my lover got back to. ‘Ooh, have I caught you having a little play Ruby? Naughty naughty, don’t let me stop you.’ With that he turned and walked out again, leaving me wondering why he’d come in at all. We only have one bathroom so if he needed to pee he obviously would have had to stay, I began to think he knew what I was up to and just wanted to catch me, which turned me on even more. I decided to leave myself on edge instead of giving in to orgasm, knowing I might be tempted to just go straight to sleep if I had.