You know you want this as much as I do, we both know it.You know you want this as much as I do, we both know it." She felt his lips on the soft, sensitive flesh of her neck and upper chest. His hands were securely gripping the firmness of her ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh through her tight-fitting skirt. Then his lips were again on hers and his tongue was darting into her mouth. Janet trembled and felt herself melt against him. Instinctively, she sucked on his invading tongue, taking it all the way inside her mouth. She moaned as he rubbed against her. "Not much time now, baby," he whispered, and kissed the side of her face and tongued her ears behind the silky curls of her long locks. She felt the pressure of his hands pushing her down by the shoulders. She swooned, her control vanished completely. It was crazy, but she was sinking down to the floor on her knees in front of a stranger, her fingers awkwardly fumbling with his zipper and belt. It was as if she were outside of herself looking in, her body about to perform this incredible act. I love my husband! I love only him, I really do, she told herself. Yet, her fingers continued to work on Bob's fly until she reached inside and actually touched his hot prick. A startled yelp escaped her lips when she actually touched his cock. She hadn't touched another man's cock since before her marriage to Mark. She could not believe what was happening and what she was doing. She pulled out Bob's prick and looked at it, studying it as it twitched against her fingers. She felt it stiffen and a surge of excitement swept over her. She realized the lewd joy of turning on a man other than her husband. His cock leaped and trembled, growing rapidly as she stroked it. She eyed the ballooning cockhead pointing right at her. "Damn, Janet, see what you do to me?" he hissed, his voice breaking into her wanton thoughts. "Go ahead and kiss it, honey. I know you give great head. I could tell that the first time I saw you. Show me I'm right, baby. Prove it to me. I know you want to do it." "No, Bob, I can't!" she protested weakly as she continued to grip his prick, gazing in lewd fascination at his swollen cock knob. "It's too dangerous." "Stop worrying," he scolded her mildly. "Everyone up there is too drunk to even know we're missing." He smiled down at her. |