with his tongue to her breasts.
With a little imagination, Karen told herself, there's not much difference… Al's sucking mouth on her rock- hard nipple felt exactly the same as any of her recent female lovers.
'Oh, Al!' she breathed excitedly when his tongue began an unexpected trip down her stomach. The very thought of Al – her Al – bringing her, body such pleasure, lifted Karen to the peak of excitement. And he wasn't in a hurry to simply fulfill an obligation he knew she would enjoy. She realized he was just as methodical in his approach as… as Pat… licking and nibbling at her thighs, while his hands slipped under her buttocks to squeeze and massage those tender balls of flesh. A finger was exploring the deep crevice, searching for that hidden opening, then playing with it and finally entering the tight tunnel.
When Al's wet tongue finally slithered over the panting lips of her sex, Karen flushed out the first juices of her pent-up orgasm. She couldn't hold it back, knowing how timid her husband had been about doing this one act she had always craved. Animal-lust sounds escaped from deep in her throat as his tongue plunged in to sweep away the flood of her orgasm from the walls of her sex.
Between the orgasm and the thrills Allen continued to deliver to her body, Karen's mind was in chaos. There was a tongue entering her tender flesh that surpassed even Pat's ferocious tongue. It was thick and filling, throbbing and jerking violently. She was bucking harder and faster, lifting herself off the bed to capture all of it… and she knew she could finally accept making love to a man… even if it meant thinking about Pat while she was doing it…
