Kathleen's blouse has finally fallen to the floor, and she is kneeling down right on top of it. Her husband's slacks and boxers are down around his ankles. On her knees in front of Travis, I see her hands reach up to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Travis' eyes are closed even as his hands help undo the buttons. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Kathleen is doing. Still I want to actually see what's going on, but her bobbing head is blocking the real action.
Travis' shirt opens, but neither it nor his blazer fall off his shoulders. Kathleen's fingernails scratch up and down Travis' - impressively ripped - abdomen. He's chest is bare - not a single strand of hair. I hear Kathleen sharply inhale as her lips leave Travis' member.
She shifts an inch lower, and I assume her lips have captured his testicles. Kathleen's head moves around his shaft as her wandering tongue explores the flesh underneath it.
I fan my flushed face as my warm skin turns red. My entire body is tingling when his penis finally comes into view. It's even more impressive than his six-pack. I suddenly feel an intense pulse between my thighs as my teeth sink into my bottom lip.
His hard cock is sticking straight out, slapping against his wife's face. Travis' member is not thick and meaty like Hunter's is when he's being pleasured by his boyfriend Kris. Nonetheless, Travis has a nice length between his legs.
I have never been envious of K. Skylar. I've hated her with a passion since the day we met, but I have never wanted to be her until this very moment. How can she stray in her marriage when her forty-something year old husband is still swinging a fine bat? I might be reacting so strangely because I haven't had sex since high school. Don't get me wrong; I've had orgasms. They just weren't the physical result of another human being touching me.