to mold his wife's body into twitching desire.
Kate felt spasmodic jolts of pleasure ripple through her as the air of the room played over her feverish flesh. She felt Mark's strong hands close over her buttocks from underneath, then slip up to her thighs, drawing them apart, lifting up the plane of her pubis like a lascivious chalice. His fingertips slid freely into the red jungle of her cuntal mound, and he wormed them into her willing vagina, sending her into further spasms of delight. She was responding to him, her whole body twisting and jerking as he teased her lovingly between her wide-spread thighs. It suddenly made no difference that there were two other people in the room. She had her husband back, and that was all that mattered.
Changing his approach, Mark withdrew his hands, then slowly, gently, drew them over the flat plane of her abdomen, kneading the smoothly pliant flesh as though he were exploring her for the first time, before descending once more into the ever-moistening red curls of her pubic fleece. He stretched out his middle finger and teased it along the length of her moistly welcoming cuntal furrow.
'Oooooohhhhh… aaaaahhhh…' Kate moaned in a long, soft abandoned manner. She groaned again, her body slowly jackknifing under his caressing. Pinwheels of light flashed in the backs of her eyes.
Mark looked for a moment away from the glistening slit of his wife's cunt, his eyes pleading with Martin to leave, so he could be alone with his wife. There were so many things that had to be said. He could fuck her later, he reasoned, after the air between them had been cleared.
Martin seemed to know what was running through Mark's mind, though, and he merely smiled, his own penis getting larger and swollen. Absent mindedly, he reached out and circled his arm around Niven, pulling her blonde nakedness tight against his powerful frame.
Seeing that Martin and Niven were going to be staying around until he finished with his wife, he returned his attention to Kate. He gazed at her nakedness as though he were in deep meditation. His thumbs moved against the swollen outer lips of her pussy and slowly pressed the soft, hair-fringed lips apart. He studied the ragged delicate edges of the moist pink flesh as though he were seeing it for the first time as they trembled to the pulse-beat of her aroused desire. He could see the burgeoning knob of her clitoris, palpitating to an anxious rhythm between the fleshy protective lips. Below it was the pale star guarding the entrance to her seething velvet passage. His mouth hung loose as he gazed with increasing interest at his wife's eagerly awaiting pussy. How could he have been such a fool, he wondered? Not even Niven's sweet pussy, with all its blonde beauty and experience, could match the delightfulness of the vagina of the woman he had married.
Then he rose up and suddenly enclosed one delicate bud of her breast in his mouth, licking and savoring its passionate hardness and swirling it around and around with his tongue, bringing moan after moan from Kate. He removed his mouth and smiled lovingly at her, wanting her to know that he would forgive her if she would forgive him. She was not looking at him though. She was already letting her body become lost in the glowing pleasures her husband was finally bringing her. Seeing that she had already forgotten about his one transgression, he enclosed the other breast nipple in his mouth and teased it to the same hardness as the first before trailing his lips down along the flat stretch of her torso between the deep-clefted valley of her luscious mounds. He stopped for a lingering moment at her navel to probe and stab the tiny aperture with his darting tongue. Then he moved lower still until he was poised over her moist, quivering cuntal mound.
Kate was tense with excitement. This is what she had wanted him to do this morning… and this evening when he had come home from work. Even though she knew she was being watched, she didn't care. She was going to have her husband back, and that was all that mattered to her. Even the wonderful cunt-licking Siegfried had given her vanished from her mind as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth with ecstatic anticipation.
Mark settled down on his knees between her smooth widespread thighs, his fingers opening and closing in the flesh of her trim, shapely legs, his eyes fixed on the dripping pink blossom of her cunt. He too was smiling in anticipation.
And then he darted out with his tongue, giving her a clean, searing swipe all along the quivering slit of her shivering vagina.
'Ooooooohhhhhhhhh…!' she moaned as his long tongue slapped at her, probed and searched in her trembling slit. There was no doubt in her mind. Even with two total strangers watching, her husband's tongue on her cunt was wildly exciting. Visions of the time they had spent together in their honeymoon room flashed through her brain, and she knew that she was going to relive those pleasures.
Mark's lingual assault gathered in intensity as he sensed that she no longer cared about the audience. His tongue began long, slow sweeping strokes along the juicy split of her greedily pulsating cunt. His lips were nipping and pulling at the stray wisps of her flaming pubic hair, bringing moan after passionate moan from her parted lips. He thrust his tongue into the smooth membrane of her deepest secret folds, teasing at the soft, fleece-rimmed lips that guarded the burning channel of her cunt. His teeth inserted themselves through the swollen pussy lips and bit at the warm wet layers inside while he inhaled the deep heady aromas of her flowering womanhood.
He continued to slaver ecstatically at Kate's hungering pussy, wringing a delirium of incredible sensations from the electrified zone of her loins. This was no cheap pick up, as Niven had been. This was his wife… the woman he loved, and he could see now that he had been acting like a child that morning.
His mouth dived into her cunt, making loud sucking noises that seemed to fill the entire apartment. Kate's hands were already clutching at his hair, the way she clutched there when he had first done this to her. She was pulling his head tighter and tighter against her pulsing, throbbing clitoris as she shrieked out in unabashed joy as he surrounded the tiny knob with his teeth, holding it delicately. He ran the tip of his agile tongue round and round, over and under the near bursting organ, causing her to shake and flail her legs with the massive tremors sweeping through her body.
This was better than she could have hoped. Even though there were no words passing between them, Kate knew what her husband was thinking. This was his way of telling her that he forgave her for letting Martin fuck her in the ass. He was bringing her so much pleasure now that he couldn't be telling her anything else. And he was also telling her how sorry he was for leaving her alone when she wanted him… needed him.
Mark stretched his mouth down, sticking his tongue along the smooth lubricated furrow to the throbbing delicate opening of her vagina. He began to orally fuck her in earnest, harder and faster, slipping the hot stiffness of his tongue into her voraciously clasping hole, relishing the excitedly flowing pussy juices, hearing her whimpering as he swirled his tongue labial member around the velvet-lined chamber of her cuntal orifice. His hands slipped beneath her desperately pumping thighs and pulled them farther apart until they were flung high over his hunched down shoulders. Her entire pubic area was leaning towards his churning face, a soft, seething offering to his passion. Kneading the doughy white buttocks, he strained them apart as he thrust his invading tongue once more in the melted flesh of her cunt.
Kate's demented screams of animal joy echoed through the room, blasting at the ears of Martin, Niven and Siegfried, who was certain that any moment now he would get a chance to mount the passionately squirming woman.
'god! Oooohhh God!' she wailed again and again as her husband's lashing tongue whipped and seared like a hungry child's between her open thighs.
Then his tongue left her burning cuntal channel and trailed downwards toward the tiny puckered ring of her anus. Her breath was ragged now. She fought for air in great gulps, moaning in rapture. She rocked her pelvis up against his rattling tongue as high as she could bring it, forcing it into searing wet contact with her still-cum flooded anal passage.
Kate's body danced and shook uncontrollably now under his lascivious assault. Torrent after torrent of wild unleashed sensual joy ran riot through her entire being.
Mark drooled and licked and sucked, worming his saliva-slicked tongue far up into her now rhythmically flexing rectum, reveling in the gyrations of her lust-contorted body. He knew that she had passed beyond caring that there were people watching, just as he had. She was drawing near a mind bending climax, and he was proud that he was the one bringing it to her.
'Oooohhh…Mark! Mark! Your tongue… it's driving me crazy. I love it licking my cunt and shoved up into my asshole!'
He began to establish an insistent rhythm, driving his tongue deeper and harder… deeper and harder into the tiny clenched lips of her rectum, and then suddenly pulled it away to return to her glistening, soaking vaginal slit and the wispy soft hairs around her pulsating cunt lips.
Looking up momentarily, he saw her sweat-drenched breasts framing her beautifully grimacing face, her
