Hubby can't compete with what she has in her hand. They all know it. In response to something her husband says she shifts slightly to the side, allowi...g us a better perspective, then of her own accord slides her cheek up her lover's left thigh until her pouty lips approach the bulbous head. Her left hand has not let go of that cock; her right slides up the back of his left thigh to scrape her nails against his ass before grabbing it. She's getting impatient now and lustfully clamps her mouth. ”We looked into each other’s eyes; hers sparkled with happiness and her face was slightly flushed. We kissed and after the kiss, we held each other, silently and gently touched and caressed. I could not get enough of holding this warm, nude creature.Whispering, I told her, “Sit up and I’ll strip off my shorts and put on a condom…”Before I could finish, she softly said, “We can do it like this just about anywhere. Let’s get the quilt out and make love in the sun.” We untangled ourselves and got. "You know that's wrong." Damned Catholic teaching. He'd thought the same once, that oral (not to mention anal) sex was a sin. But in his years of service, he'd done both, too many times to recall. His jaw ached in church on Sundays, from the head he gave during their Saturday night parties, and his arse still burned from their 'farewell fuck'. He rolled over sideways, his torso rippling like silk over a grill, which was close to the truth since his hard body was now burning with a sheen of. Feel free to help yourself to the fridge if you’re hungry.” “Thanks but I’m not really hungry unless you have some hot dogs. I prefer finger food they don’t even need to be cooked.” I replied to see his reaction.He didn’t seem to get the comment and he went into his bedroom as I headed down to see if he indeed had any hot dogs in the fridge. I found one and started licking and sucking on it when I noticed him standing in the doorway watching me so I took a bite. I headed to the bedroom.