I stuck my tongue firmly against her clit and slid it all around the sweet nub, making it swell as I finger fucked her tight hole. Then without warnin... I stuck my tongue deep inside her, burying my face in her cunt, sucking it and licking it too. My other hand roamed up to feel her breasts, first gently then more forcefully. " Mmmmm" she moaned. We heard my husband’s key in the door and all we did was slide my skirt up so he could see my shaven cunt hang out while I ate Shelia's cunt. As the. I sucked her clit mildly. She was becoming wet. The aroma was intoxicating. Then I put my finger into her and started to dig in. I found her g-spot and now she was swirling like a snake. She was banging her from head side to side. I could feel her coming. Now I had an idea. I asked her for some honey. She pointed to the top of the fridge. I took the bottle of honey and the bunch of grapes that was near the bottle of honey. I poured some honey into her pussy and licked it. The taste was. Actually managing to swallow my cock to where her nose pressed against my pubic hairs. Something she’d obviously learned doing her black lover, no doubt. Now I’m no puny needle dick the bug fucker, but at nine inches, and nowhere as thick as a beer bottle, I was hardly in Stud Jone’s league as a cock’s man. And too, there was the difference in marital bliss, and an adulterous taboo with fucking a man of color that I had to contend with here also. The kinky kind of kicks that only a true slut. .. there was just so much expectation around ... at least for me ... we'd both got into expecting that somehow we were going to get together – that it would all be really simple and easy and stuff – and, somehow, it just hasn't been. I mean, since her ex-partner died, she's been up here, then I was in hospital, then we had the Big Crisis meeting and ... well, after that it was all going to be OK, wasn't it?"I paused while Kath waited, looking a trifle exasperated, thinking back to the evening.