Chapter 19

Get up!”John stood. He looked down at his heavily breathing wife. The pungent aroma of sex mixed with the smell of the pine trees and campfire smoke. He offered his hand to Jaime.”

Jamie took her husband’s hand and rose unsteadily to her knees. She was weak and disoriented. Her pussy ached with that oh so familiar feeling. Her hand trailed down and touched her clit. An electric shock went through her. Her clit was too sensitive to touch. Using John’s hand as a crutch, she rose to first one leg then the other. John caught her as she weaved. What just happened, she thought. A man I never saw fucked me while my husband watched. I’m covered in jizz and stink of sex. Yet John is smiling lovingly at me. She let him guide her to her lawn chair. Gingerly she sat down.

John helped his wife sit in her chair to recover. He could see her face was covered in sperm. As he looked down, he could see the pine straw clinging to her sweat covered body. And below that, he saw the frothy wetness of her cunt. It leaked copious amounts of the combined juices of her and her erstwhile lover. She seemed to glow. Impulsively, he knelt between her legs and kissed her on the lips. Jaime returned his kiss, sharing the saltiness of his come with him.

John moved down, kissing her chin, then the sweatiness of her upper chest. He lightly brushed the pine straw from her breasts, noting her still hard nipples. He heard her groan and place one hand on his head.

“Oh, John, I am so tired! I could just sit here and sleep.”

John kissed his wife between her large breasts. “Just relax baby, I’ll take care of you!” John slid down and kissed Jaimie’s sweaty belly.

“Oh, John, that feels so good, and I’m so tired!” Jamie felt John slide down between her legs. “Oh no, John, don’t kiss me there, not now! I’m full of that man’s sperm!” Jaime made a weak attempt to push John’s head away. But he licked her thighs hungrily, lapping up the juices running freely down her thighs.

John smiled as his tongue licked lightly at Jaimie’s swollen red clit. It pulsed with excitement. He pushed Jaimie’s weakly resisting hands away, and French kissed her leaking pussy. The taste was incredible! He placed his open mouth over her red labia and sucked. The gooey slime of his wife’s and Aaron’s come invaded his mouth. With one hand, he reached down and began to stroke his hardening tool.

Jamie was moving from semi-consciousness to another arousal. She realized that John was licking and sucking the come from her pussy. In all of her 50 years, she had never experienced this time of intimacy. With one hand she languidly stroked her husband’s sweating head. “That’s right, baby, lick mama clean! Does mama’s baby like the taste of mama’s come filled pussy?”

John leaned back. “I ... I ... don’t understand it! I can’t get enough of how you taste! It’s like a drug. The more I lick his cum from you, the more I want!”

Jaimie reached over, grabbed John behind his neck, and pulled him back between her thighs. She slapped him sharply on the back of the head. “Stop talking, you cuck, and lick my pussy clean!”

The slurping sound of john rooting in her pussy for every drop of come filled the air.