She closes her eyes and relaxes her body against his tongue. Whilst he is licking her she moves her pelvis rhythmically, a soft panting noise coming f...om her mouth. At this point I stand up and remove my pants and shoes, feeling my hard cock in my hand, stroking it gently as I watch this man give pleasure to my wife. I sit back down, trying to control my own desire to join in.He moves his mouth from her pussy, and starts to kiss her other lips. She kisses him back passionately, obviously. I made my way upstairs undressing and with plans of a soak and a glass of Red before my husband came home. As I shut the water off I could hear noise coming from downstairs, I called out “honey, it that you?” But no response so I wrapped myself in my robe and went to check. There in the kitchen was my stepdaughter. I asked, didn’t you hear me call out? Her snotty response was yeah but I’m not your honey. As if I needed this l asked why are you here, already knowing the answer. Can’t l come. ”“What makes you think I’m the one who gets dumped,” she asked repositioning herself provocatively in the chair. I pretended not to notice.“There’s a catch,” I said. Her features straightened and she became serious and if anything a little guarded. I smiled. “I’m not planning to have another of these episodes, but I could use someone around who knows enough to shove an aspirin in my mouth if I’m having a heart attack. I’m not planning to drive much either, so I’ll need someone who can chauffeur. "Nngghhh!" Levan grunted out as he produced his seed for her, leaving it to pool inside her deepest, warmest folds.They flexed together in pleasure for an eternity, shaking with effort, until Levan began breathing again, as though he had run around the city in one long sprinting effort. He collapsed to the side of her, managing to mind her belly. Her hand held the back of his head as she opened her eyes while she panted, looking at the ceiling as the pleasure washed through her and her panted.