sun dress. She was a beautiful woman, Karen had to admit all, lush-bodied and big-breasted, she had a healthy tan and long gleaming reddish-brown hair that fell below her shoulders in thick waves. She wouldn’t look gorgeous for long, though, if she kept drinking like she did.
At the moment, however, Penny needed no alcohol. She looked warmly at her husband as she unbuttoned her dress and let it fall down off her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the sudden view of her big pale tits was breath-taking. The huge milky-white cones stuck straight out, capped with light brown nipples. For a woman of around thirty, Penny had remarkably firm thrusting breasts. Even Roger, irritated as he was, paused to gawk at them.
“I’m glad there’s something about me that still turns you on,” Penny said dryly.
Roger flushed slightly and fumbled with his tie. “I’m not going to stay with you long, Penny,” he said brusquely. “Harry and Phil and I have some very important business to talk about, and…”
“Oh, piss on that,” Penny interrupted. “I don’t want to hear about your silly old business.”
“My silly old business,” Roger said angrily, “is what keeps you in clothes, cars and booze.”
“What good does it do me if it takes away my husband?” said Penny. “My God, Roger, why do you think I drink so much? I’m bored, I’m alone, and I miss you—that’s why. I especially miss you in bed. Sometimes I feel like you’re married to Harry, not to me.”
At last Roger softened. He walked over to Penny and kissed her. “I’m sorry, honey,” he said. “You’re right— we don’t have enough time together any more, and I do spend most of my life at the office. It’s the price of success, baby. So let’s make the most of the little time we have.”
He kissed her again and slipped his hands under her heavy naked tits, eagerly molding and squeezing the great fleshy cones. Penny murmured excitedly and rubbed against him, mons to cock not hiding her lust. She cupped and squeezed his ass. They worked their tongues busily in each other’s mouths.
Karen sighed softly. Watching this couple was sure to make her horny and blue. In some ways Penny shared her problems—not getting enough sex—but at least she and Roger were still deeply in love. At least Roger tried to please her. But Phil—well, Phil had no time or thought for anything but his work. He hardly seemed aware of Karen’s existence.
She watched enviously as Roger and Penny kissed and caressed each other. When they drew apart Roger finished unbuttoning Penny’s dress and slipped it off over her hips. She was wearing nothing but a ridiculously tiny pair of yellow bikini panties. Roger slid his hands down inside the panties and cupped her ass, squeezing it firmly.
“I must be crazy,” he said, “to neglect something like this.”
“I’ll show you what else you’re missing,” Penny laughed.
She started undressing him. She did it quickly and deftly, pausing often to give him deep tongue kisses and to wriggle wantonly against him. Roger’s expression softened and relaxed steadily as she removed his tie and shirt and pants. He was clearly forgetting about business for a while, which was something Phil never did.
When Penny had him stripped down to his shorts, Karen felt a glowing heat and a rush of cream from her famished cunt. She was going to see another strange cock… She watched breathlessly as Penny seized her husband’s shorts and quickly tugged them down to his ankles and helped him step out of them.
Then Roger was totally naked—and well worth looking at, in Karen’s opinion. The trim blond accountant had struck her as rather cold, but without his clothes he turned her on hotly. Deeply tanned, lean but well-muscled, he had a thick mat of golden hairs on his chest and a nice tight small ass, just the build Karen liked best. But her chief attention was for his cock. It was longer than Harry’s or Phil’s, though no thicker, a good eight inches of semi-hard pale meat. Karen creamed hugely, soaking her bikini bottoms, as she thought of taking that nice long prick into her cunt. Lucky Penny!
“Ummm, looks like you need some help, darling,” Penny was saying.
She, too, had beep admiring Roger, running her eyes hotly up and down his tall tan body, licking her lips, but she frowned with disappointment when she saw that his cock wasn’t hard yet. The long slim prick hung limply from its golden pubic bush. Penny considered it, then dropped to her knees before Roger.
“This won’t take long, dear,” she purred.
Karen envied her so much. If only Phil would just stay still and relax and let her play with his cock, she could give him so much pleasure. Roger was already looking excited, and Penny hadn’t even touched him yet. Apparently this was a regular thins with them, something he looked forward to—having his wife get him hard. Karen would gladly have done the same for Phil.
Penny slipped her hand under her husband’s soft warm cock and let it lie there, sleepy and flaccid, while she bent over it and stuck out her little pink tongue. She touched the tip of her tongue to the rosy naked head of Roger’s cock and gave it a delicate lashing, making his limp meat flop and bounce.
“Ummmmm,” Penny murmured, “tastes me…”
Roger flushed slightly with growing arousal and put his hands on her head. He petted and caressed her glossy chestnut hair while she tongued his cock. Her licking got more and more brisk and hungry as the seconds passed, and soon she was making his meat bounce crazily as she lashed and flicked it with her gleaming wet tongue.
“Oh, Christ, Penny,” Roger moaned softly, “I love it when you do that… Yeah, lick my meat, baby…”
Karen felt a steady stream of hot cunt juice running down her inner thighs, soaking right through her bikini. With all her heart she wanted to do what Penny was doing, lick her man’s cock, take her time, get him aroused—but she knew Phil would never approve of such a thing. Even his fucking had to be business-like. But cock-sucking was such fun…
Penny licked Roger’s pale blue-veined prick steadily from rosy head to golden-haired bush, till the white sausage gleamed with her saliva. Then she sucked it gently and slowly into her mouth. Karen held her breath as she watched the pale meat gradually vanishing into Penny’s mouth and throat. She wanted so much to do that to a man…
“Ahhhhhh, yeah, baby, that’s great,” Roger moaned.
He closed his eyes and swayed dizzily while his wife slowly sucked his dick into the fiery wetness of her mouth. A lusty grin twisted her usually serious face. He tightened his fingers in Penny’s thick hair and began to move his pelvis back and forth gently, feeding his prick in and out of her lips.
“Yeah, blow me, honey,” he whined, “suck that dick…”
Penny’s throat and cheeks worked hungrily as she sucked her husband’s silky long cock, and it wasn’t long before Roger got hard. Karen could see his prick lengthening, thickening and stiffening as it moved wetly between Penny’s lips. Karen moaned softly and reached down inside her bikini to start rubbing her clit. She just had to have some pleasure for herself, too.
“That’s great, honey,” Roger panted, “Just great… Take it deep, okay? Yeah, let me get my cock in your throat…”
Penny didn’t seem to mind. Her head went back a little and her throat bulged as Roger pushed his long hard dick farther between her lips. He moaned, and his eyes rolled crazily. Karen felt a scalding gush of pussy juice soaking her stroking finger as she thought of having a guy fuck her mouth like that. Just that little taste she’d, had of Phil’s cock had been so good.
“Ahhhhh, yeah, that’s fine,” Roger sighed.
He let go of Penny’s hair and stepped back, easing his achingly swollen meat out of her mouth. The spit-wet prick slammed up to hug his belly, rigid and taut. Penny stared at it hungrily and licked her lips. Roger held out his hands and helped her stand up. Then he quickly took down her panties.
Penny’s dark brown bush was large, thick and glossy. Roger knelt before her and buried his face in the fragrant thicket. He flicked out his tongue, wiggling between the furry lips of her mons, and then Penny gave a husky cry of pleasure as his wet tongue tip contacted the super-sensitive shaft of her scarlet clit.
“Oooooooo, yessss,” she whined, “yes, Roger, darling, lick my clit.”
Why not me? Karen thought miserably.
It was such a simple and wonderful thing to do to a woman, but no man had ever done it to her. No man had ever given her head. Of course the only man she’d ever really made love to was Phil. Before her marriage she’d necked with a few guys, but not to any serious extent. No, dammit, she’d never had her pussy eaten—and she wanted it desperately. She wanted what Penny was getting from Roger.
He dug his thick red tongue eagerly into the moist steamy cleavage of her mons and lashed her hungry red clit. Penny groaned unashamedly with pleasure and moved her legs wider apart, giving him plenty of room to work.
