Chapter 20

Jaime lay back. Their marriage was saved. It took a new and unexpected turn. Her skin felt like it was on fire. She knew there would be other loads of goo in her cunt in the days and weeks to come.

Moreover, she knew her loving husband would be there to watch her get filled and lick her clean. Then, come November, when Sam was home for Thanksgiving, She would make John watch his son fuck his wife. Then he would clean her as he was doing now. In six months, Jaime’s life had taken a new turn. She rubbed her husband’s head, “Lick mama clean! She has big plans for you!”

“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.

Jaime lay back. Their marriage was saved. It took a new and unexpected turn. Her skin felt like it was on fire. She knew there would be other loads of goo in her cunt in the days and weeks to come.

Moreover, she knew her loving husband would be there to watch her get filled and lick her clean. Then, come November, when Sam was home for Thanksgiving, She would make John watch his son fuck his wife. Then he would clean her as he was doing now. In six months, Jaime’s life had taken a new turn. She rubbed her husband’s head, “Lick mama clean! She has big plans for you!”