Bake Shop
Copyright© 2019 by Armera Llsehi
Chapter 3
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Chance and Jill have pursued their dream to open up a bake shop together. And even though they have met with success, they learn that they can't keep that secret of success secret for long.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Fiction Workplace Incest Polygamy/Polyamory Oral Sex
Chance stands naked in the shower behind his wife as she adjusts the temperature of the flow. His frosting slathered cock stands erect against her comparably smeared ass. Even though he went soft just a little while ago, he is raging hard again. Even after all these years since that first time, and after having their daughter, he finds that he is just as attracted to her as he is his sister.
Satisfied with the water and with his hands on her hips, Jill turns to face Chance, smiling before playfully spitting a mouthful of water in his face. “Oh no, you didn’t,” he says with a laugh, pulling her close, his face in her neck.
The water cascades and the icing begins to wash away. “We can’t be in here forever,” Jill warns when she feels his lips on her skin.
“It won’t be long,” he whispers and then his kisses descend, crossing her chest to take a nipple in his mouth.
“It better not be,” she sighs. Jill wants him just as much as he does her, but they never go this long during business hours. At least they haven’t in a few months.
Chance places a hand between her thighs to cup her crotch. “I would just hate for you not to get clean, that’s all.”
“That’s what soap is for, babe,” she counters. “But I may just let you start and we’ll go from there.” Ashe places a hand on his shoulder and pushes downward.
Chance knows exactly what it is she wants—he has no doubt of that. So he kisses his way between her breasts, down her belly and places his mouth right over her smooth, wet snatch. His tongue caresses her folds, back and forth. Jill raises her leg in response, letting it lay draped over his shoulder. His mouth muscle ventures deeper into her welcoming entrance. With water streaming down his face, Chance finds her clit. And as he begins to nibble on the tiny pebble of flesh, Jill starts to grind against his face and lips. Her moaning increases from a mere hum beneath the noise of the water to a buzz of pleasure roaring over the cascading bedlam until she shudders, her twat twitching against his mouth.
Jill grabs his hair and pulls his head back from her crotch. She looks down at him. “That’s it. You’re going to fuck me one more time.” Standing and taking her tongue into his mouth, Chance’s erection fits snugly between her thighs. Her hands run up and down his arms until they stop on his shoulders. Her smaller fingers follow the ripples of his strength there. “I love how strong you are,” she whispers to him, her hands now running down his taut belly to encircle his engorged manhood. “Let’s at least clean the frosting off.” Jill grabs the soap and begins lathering her husband.
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