"God, that was incredible." Kevin complimented. "I've never came in a woman's mouth before. Misty would vomit if I did." Kristen just looked up at him with those beautiful baby blues and smiled but she didn't say a word. Her mouth was clamped shut, and she continued to stare at him.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, rather dreamily. He was enchanted by her eyes, and the playful smirk on her pouting lips.
"Mmm-mmmm" She answered before slowly opening her mouth. Her tongue was lost in a milky white ocean inside of her mouth. It seemed like there was four or five table spoons of it. Strings of cum were hanging from her uvula and her tonsils were white and gooey. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and started to swirl the thick gunk around with her tongue. Finally she swallowed the load in two gigantic gulps. She propped herself up on one elbow and leaned into him. Traces of semen were still on her lips as they parted and her mouth enveloped his. Her tongue snaked out and invaded his, slipping over his own tongue. He could taste the mildly salty-alkaline taste of his cum as they kissed fervently. Kristen finally broke the kiss and looked at him.
"That was the best cum I've ever tasted Kev." She confessed. "I could eat your cum every day and not get tired of it." She glanced at the clock beside the bed and reluctantly stood up. "You better get dressed and get outta here. Jim will be home soon."
***
When he finally made it home that night, Misty was in the den, working on some files she had brought home from work. Kevin stood in the doorway and watched her staring intently at the screen of her laptop. He really did love her, and fucking her sister couldn't change that, but didn't have much of a sex life; never had in fact. Misty just didn't care for sex much, so he only got laid once every couple of months, although the sex was always amazing when it did happen. She was just more focused on her work than anything else. It's a shame too, because she had a body that deserved to be worshiped. Unlike her sister who was short and thick in all the right ways, Misty was tall and slender. At 5' 11" she was just an inch shorter than her husband, and over half a foot taller than Kristen. Long, luxurious legs led up to a pert round ass that you could bounce a quarter off of. Her chest was blessed with a full, perky pair of B-cup tits, perfectly proportioned to her body, where Kristen's was adorned with heavy, round double D's. Long dark chestnut hair and intriguing grey-green eyes topped the package off.
Misty noticed him standing in the doorway and glanced up. "Hey babe, I didn't hear you come in. How long have you been standing there gawking?"
"You know me. I like to sneak up on unsuspecting victims."
"Riiiggght." She said rolling her eyes before returning her attention back to her computer screen. "Did you have fun with the boys?"
His mind drew a blank.
What the hell is she talking about?
Then it clicked. He had told Misty earlier that he was going to hang out with some of the guys from work and have a drink; a cover for his trip to doctor with her sister.
"Yeah, we had a good time. We picked up this hooker and took her back to Tim's place." he said jokingly. "She didn't have any teeth, but man could she gum the hell out of a dick."
Misty cracked up laughing, clutching her stomach and almost falling out of her chair. That pretty much summed up their relationship: they were always joking around like that, picking on each other, exchanging crude jokes. Her sense of humor was what he really loved about that woman.
When she had regained her composure, she clicked her laptop closed and stood up. She was wearing a silk robe that tied at the waist and was open down to her belly button, giving a nice view of her chest and sides of her breasts. The hem came mere inches below the bottom of her ass. She looked amazing.
"I was just about to get in the shower. Wanna come?" His wife asked playfully. "I'll let you wash me."
"...Like I would turn down a chance to get my hands on a body like that." He retorted, glancing and the hard buds of her nipples poking at the silk of her robe. Misty walked past and sashayed toward the shower.
Tonight is going to be a good night
. He thought.
***
Melon scented soap bubbles coursed down Misty's slender body. Her back was to him, pressing against his tightly and pinning him to the shower wall. Kevin's hands traced random patterns over her body with her shower puff, adding to the suds. His erection was wedged into the cleft of her ass, which Misty was gyrating seductively, using her soapy crevasse to masturbate him. Her head was thrown back on his shoulder, leaving her neck exposed for him to lick, suck and nibble on. Soft moans echoed from the marble tiles of the shower. His left hand slid over the soft swell of her tummy, a finger tracing circles around the pierced skin of her belly button, before continuing south. Sliding over the smooth, shaved skin above, his fingers found her pussy and spread her lips. No soap needed for lubrication there, as her opening was hot and slippery-wet of its own accord. He found the swollen knot of her clit and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, massaging it gently. Her flesh broke out in goose bumps despite of the sauna-like heat in the shower.
Misty bent at the waist in front of him, reaching behind her to guide his cock between her thighs which she promptly clenched around it. She began sliding back and forth, fucking him with her tightly clasped thighs. The heat of her womanhood blanketed the top side of his erection; with each backward thrust of her hips her clit ground along his shaft, sending shivers up her spine. Finally, she grabbed his throbbing member and positioned it at her wet opening. Ever so slowly she pushed her hips back, taking it into her a centimeter at a time. She was so tight, every time he entered her it was like sticking his dick in a vise. When his length was fully embedded in her, Misty slowly rotated her hips, flexing her pussy as she did. The feeling was indescribable, and had the added effect of expanding her opening to accommodate his raging hard-on.
"Aahhhhhhhh..." Misty growled.
"You're still as tight as the day I popped your cherry baby." Kevin moaned. She looked back over her shoulder at her husband. "Mmmm, you love my tight little pussy don't you?"
"Ahhh, yes I do." he whispered as she started to slide back and forth on his pole. She reached between her legs and grabbed his sagging testicles. Her nails bit into the sensitive skin as she squeezed them. His hands slid over her tight bottom, giving each cheek a brisk smack.
"Ooooo!" Misty cried out with each slap, "Spank me."
His hands roamed over her back, her shoulders, around her sides, but ultimately returned to her lovely rear to deliver another smack. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with each one, allowing his cock to slide more freely in her tight grip.
Grabbing Misty's shoulders he stood her up, still impaled on his erection, and spun their bodies around. Misty stood facing the wall, arms spread wide, tits sandwiched against the tile. He pulled her waist towards him a little for better access, and began to pound her from behind. Her pussy was flooding, and dilated enough to allow him to really give it to her. Her moans turned into soft cries, which turned into high pitched screams of ecstasy as he drilled into her.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Fuck Kevin! Fuck meeeeeee! Yes! Yes!"
Her body started to shake and her eyes clenched shut; a low, growling moan began to build in her chest, rising in pitch and volume exponentially until her voice cracked.
"AAAHHHHH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!!!!" She cried as an orgasm rippled through her lithe body. With an iron grip on his wife's hips, he continued to pummel her quivering snatch for a full minute until he felt the familiar rush of impending release. He quickly ripped his cock from her hole and pumped his fist angrily up and down the shaft.
"Ohhh Misty..."Kevin moaned as his balls exploded, sending thick, white ribbons of cum up his wife's back. The first shot landed squarely between her shoulder blades, getting in her hair. When his dick finally stopped imitating a fire hose there was a trail of cum from her neck, down her back, and a thick stream sliding down between her ass cheeks. Misty was still pressed against the shower wall, quivering and whimpering. Feeling weak, he turned and leaned his back against the wall beside her. She turned her head to look at him, breathing rapidly, eyes half lidded.