Her skirt was so impossibly tight he found himself fantasizing about what colour and style of lacy knickers she might be wearing beneath it (if any) as she turned to one side and bent forward. He also noted how her full but pert tits seemed to float in a pair of shapely cups beneath the brightness of her shiny blouse. He then idly speculated on what she could do with those deep red lips as her long blonde hair cascaded carelessly down over her bobbing bosom like a magical waterfall.

"Yesss!", he thought.  "What she could do with those luscious lips...mmm!"

The television weather girl looked back at the camera once more and smiled as she waved her arm in front of the moving lines on the graphic image of the country behind her; and as he held and slowly shook the remote in his hand he dreamed lustily of the warm front and wet depression she could bring to him whenever she wanted.

The snap of the laptop closing to the side of him brought him back to reality with a bump. He turned to see her gather up the power brick and cord, and drop them into her bag with the laptop.

“All done?”

“Yes.” she answered.

“Good, now perhaps I can tell you what I wanted to say.”

“Okay, so what do you want to talk about then?” she asked.

Slowly turning back to face the TV on the opposite wall of the room, he reluctantly said a mental goodbye to the weather girl of his wanton wish list, stopped jigging the remote in his hand and hit the power button. The girl’s smile disappeared as the screen went dark and the small LED in the bottom right corner changed from green to red.

He turned to face her once more and said, “I thought we could talk about our mutual infidelity.”

She gasped, quickly flashed him a sharp look as her face flushed, and then proceeded to look down and study her brightly coloured fingernails. The silence stretched out as the seconds ticked by, and he waited patiently for her to speak.

“Is that wise?” she asked, “After all, we’ve both known about the other’s ‘away games’ for a while, but we’ve both chosen to keep shtum about it. Presumably in your case, because you thought if you said anything, then it would put the stamp of formality on what was otherwise a conveniently informal arrangement?”

He nodded.

“So how’s the harem?” she asked, “All purring with satisfaction I trust?”

He kept his expression neutral, but raised his left eyebrow for a split second.

“And what about you?” he asked.  “Any particular reason why you’ve kept quiet about the other members of your ‘first eleven’?”

“I don’t want to humiliate you. I do still love you, you know.”

He smiled, “Well thank you for that, and you know that it’s mutual not just one way, but I still think we should clear the air about how we treat each other from now on, don’t you?”

With her face now bright red, and with an angry look in her eyes she said, “Why now? Why not when you started screwing around? After all you knew I’d find out sooner or later, or did you think I was that stupid that I’d miss the signs?”

He bit his lip and looked down at his shoes.

After a few seconds of lightly kicking the carpet he sighed and said, “I…uh, I didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, so I decided to just…say nothing.”

“And hope for the best I suppose?” she asked.

“Hmm, I s’pose so,” he nodded.

Looking accusingly at him she pointed at his chest and said, “So where do we start the muckraking from, when you started screwing around or when I did?”

“Whichever was earliest I guess,” he said.

Nodding slightly she said, “Which was what, three years ago, or was it four?”

“Not sure, about three and a half, or perhaps nearer three and three quarters or thereabouts, for me that is,” he said, “What about you?”

Now looking resigned to an argument she said, “Not far off the same I suppose. As soon as I was certain you were playing away I thought ‘Why not?’  If he can do it so can I. So I did.”

He nodded, then an idea came to him and he asked, “How do you know it was me who started it, you might have been mistaken about me playing away, and gone off bed hopping before I did?”

“Really? Don’t you think I’d know if you were getting it regularly? I know I’m younger than you, but I wasn’t born yesterday you know.”

“Neither was I,” he said, “and when you started going off the boil I put it down to you getting your jollies elsewhere, so I thought I’d do the same.”

“The reason I went ‘off the boil’ as you so succinctly put it,” she said, “was because I could see you were losing interest in me.”

Looking puzzled he said, “What makes you think that?”

“The lack of regular pokes in the back to wake me up, for a start,” she said, “along with sneaking off with your laptop to have a quick wank at some tart on the internet when you thought I was asleep.”

This time it was his face that was reddening.

“Oh yes,” she said, “and spending ages in the shower, which you never used to do. I suppose that was so that you could have some quick wrist action too, wasn't it?”

With a startled look he opened his mouth to say something, then slowly closed it again.

“No need to imitate a guppy, yuppy!” she said.

Seemingly with nothing more to say on the subject they both looked down and intently studied their shoes in silence for a few seconds, then he breathed in sharply and got up.

“I’ll put the kettle on,” he said, “I don’t know about you, but I find washing dirty linen is thirsty work, and I could do with a brew.”

She nodded and turned away with a look of disdain, to pick up a magazine from the small table on the other side of her chair.

The sound of a teaspoon clinking in the mugs caused her to look up from the article she was reading, about the latest Hollywood hunk being caught ‘in flagrante delicto’ with some floozy from a reality show, and seconds later he came over to where she was sitting, clutching a pair of steaming mugs in one hand and a plate of biscuits in the other. With a deft swirl of his hands he neatly deposited the mugs and plate onto the glass topped coffee table between the two chairs, and sank down heavily into his plush armchair.

Without a word they each picked up a biscuit and dunked it into their respective mugs, then almost in unison, they lifted out the soggy biscuits and quickly dropped them into their open mouths. After slurping coffee to wash down the remains of the biscuits they finally looked at each other, but neither knew where to begin, so they both just sat and shrugged, him looking sheepish while her face seemed to be entirely without expression.

“You spend hours in the shower too you know,” he said softly, “Is that so’s you can rub one out as well?”

“Course, why not?” she said, “It’s about the only time I feel any warmth down there when I’m at home nowadays, when the water’s hosing down my clit.”

He looked at her sternly, then his expression softened and he said tenderly, “You could always ask you know.”

“What like ‘fancy a fuck?’ or something?” she said.

He shrugged, “You never know you might get a nice surprise.”

“Or the answer might be no, and I’d feel foolish and humiliated for ever having asked,” she said.

“Well there is that possibility I suppose,” he said.

“That’s the trouble,” she said, “If I want it, how do I go about finding out if I’m likely to get it without embarrassing myself?”

“Good question,” he said, “Perhaps some kind of signal, like the gays do?”

“What, you mean wearing a pink handkerchief in your breast pocket?” she asked.

“Something like that,” he said.

“How stupid? How childish? Having to resort to such methods to let your partner know how randy you’re feeling, or not as the case may be,” she sniffed.

“Well I don’t know. There must be something you can try so that you don’t feel awkward about asking for it?”

With a wistful look in her eyes she said, “Yes there is, we could try being a bit more blatant with body language.”

“Talking of bodies, you could always put on one of those things you got from the sex toys catalogue,” he said, “That’d work.”

“Fine, and what about you? You haven’t got any leopard skin, split crotch, posing pouches,” she said.

“Um, you know me, I just hang my dick out.”

“That’s okay if there’s no one else around or the curtains are closed, but you can’t just flop it out in the middle of the supermarket now can you?”

“No, but you can’t go round the supermarket in your sex shop gear either. So we’ve both got to be a bit sensible about this,” he said.

She suddenly burst into giggles and started clutching her sides.

“Sorry,” she said, “I just had a mental image of you in the supermarket with your dick flopped out on the checkout conveyor belt, and running along with it to try and keep up with the belt. Meanwhile the checkout girl’s reaching out to grab it and wave it over the bar code reader!”

He smiled as the image formed itself in his mind as well.

“Wonder how many loyalty points I’d get for that?” he said.

While he still chuckled at the thought of turning those points into meal vouchers, she got up from her chair and walked around the coffee table so that she was standing right in front of him.

“So how about now?” she asked, “You’re not going to embarrass me by saying no are you?”

He looked up at her and said, “What right now?”

“Why not?” she said, “Ain’t no one here ‘cept us chickens, and all this talk about sex is getting me wet.”

He looked down at his crotch, “Me too,” he said.

She leaned close, so close that she could smell the subtle aroma of his antiperspirant and see the individual hairs on his chest through the open neck of his polo shirt. With his heady fragrance and view in her senses she looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Then drop ‘em!”

He stood up close to her, smiled, sneaked her a sidelong glance through slitted eyes, and said in an American accent from the side of his mouth, “I’ll drop mine if you’ll drop yours.” while moving his eyebrows up and down quickly and fluttering his eyelashes.

She grinned and nodded, and replied, “Sure thing Groucho!”, then started undoing the belt on his trousers.

He grinned in return and reached over her head as she bent forward, and began undoing the zip on the back of her dress.

They say that practice makes perfect, and like a well-oiled machine it took only seconds for them both to be down to their underwear.

With the growing mutual attraction of their semi-nakedness, he placed his hands on her breasts and started gently kneading her nipples through the silky smooth satin of her amply filled bra till they began to stiffen.

Between sighs and groans he said, “Should we adjourn to the bed?”

“Why?” she said, “Here not good enough for you? Anyway, it’d spoil the moment having to keep this up while we try to get to it.”

“True,” he said, and let one hand drop to stroke the front of her almost there lacy knickers, that clung to her soft and sensual flesh as they slowly got wetter and wetter.

“I’m dripping!” she said.

“I know,” he said, “I think I am too.”

“Mmm hmm,” she said, as she lowered her head, “you are.”

Leaning back and putting both arms behind him onto the arms of the chair, he let her pull out the waist band of his dampening underpants, and slowly pull them down over his standing erection. Once past this newly created obstacle she let them slide down his legs and lie in a flat heap on the floor around his feet.

Leaning forward to pull down his pants brought her face close to his thickening prick, so as she let go of his pants she bent forward a little more and kissed the end of it. Then with both hands she gripped the shaft, pulled back his straining foreskin and slowly licked around the newly naked head. With the bulging flesh now turning purple as it engorged, she carefully pursed her lips and with a gentle forward push of her head, slid his cock past her glistening lips and smoothly into her warm wet mouth. He clenched his teeth and held his breath as she did this because of the intense pulse of sensation that flowed from the delicate nerves in his bulbous glans, and spread through his body from his groin up to his head and down to his toes.

She then proceeded to curl his toes and make his head snap back time after time as she swirled her tongue around his long and throbbing tool. He alternately tensed and relaxed as she teased his straining balls and aching cock with her expertly efficient tongue and fingers, and his pelvis thrust forward of its own accord as his body took over from his brain and prepared him for the ultimate pleasure.

After letting her tickle and caress his prick and balls till his pubic hair bristled and her drooling saliva ran down his thighs, he struggled upright once more.  Trying to get his breathing under control, he undid the clasp of her bra. It fell away from her back and hung from her arms as she continued to use both hands and mouth to pleasure him, but with his help she removed it first from one arm then the other, till it fell to the ground and joined his underpants in the untidy heap below.

Now it was her turn to stand upright while he gently pulled her wet knickers away from the soft smooth skin above her shaven pudendal divide, and let them slide over her pert bottom and down her perfectly sculpted legs to the floor. She then kicked them away and opened her legs wide so that her swollen red and engorged labia were right in front of his face.

He leaned in close to breathe in the scent of her sex then slid both hands up her inner thighs and slowly, gently pulled her petal-like lips apart to reveal the pink plush wetness within. She thrust her hips forward to open her thighs and crotch further, and in reply he pushed out his tongue as far as it would reach. Bringing his hands round the outside of her hips, he gripped those beautiful buttocks to pull her close, and moved his face in to start licking her moist inner lips and the entrance to her glistening hole. With the sound of her sighing above him, he began moving his flickering tongue further up, right into the recess under her clitoris. Here he moved it in a slow swirling motion, first to the right, and then to the left, and felt her begin to clench and unclench those firm buttocks as she moved against him in return.  

She was moaning softly now and grabbing his ears with both hands to steady his head. After keeping him in this position for a few seconds, she pulled his head closer to her proudly open sex and rubbed her wet lips around his upturned smiling face. He took a deep breath, and moved downwards so that his nose now moved against her hard, little clitoris, and his tongue explored the entrance to her streaming wet hole once more. While he did this, he stroked the shaft of his rock solid erection till it dripped clear fluid.  The stream of her sweet sex juice dripped from his chin and mixed freely with his own juices as they fell on to the clothes pile below.

Sensing it was time, they both stood up and faced each other. He lightly tickled her clit with one of his hands while she stroked the soft skin of his hard and pulsing shaft with one of hers. With their remaining hands they held on to each other, and on a subliminal signal that only their bodies knew to give, she opened her thighs, and guided his now shining and slippery shaft into the entrance of her dripping cleft. He bent his knees so that he’d be a little lower than her, then thrust his hard round rod slowly upwards and deeply into her willing warmth and wetness. As it slid up into the dark delight of her hidden sanctum there was a quiet slurping sound and they both relaxed and sighed in unison as their bodily connection was finally made.

They now began to move and breathe together in a slow, synchronised rhythm that had marked the passing of generations since time began, and the swirling sexual sensations grew stronger and deeper in them both. She was starting to breathe more heavily now as the waves of pleasure began surging more and more strongly up through her body.  From the rhythmic tensing of the muscles in her legs and buttocks, to the heaving of her beautifully rounded breasts and stud-like nipples. He could feel that the sap was also rising in his groin, and he knew he wasn’t far from slipping into the primal arching thrust of his own explosive orgasm.

With eyes closed they both enjoyed the sensuous feelings rising within them, and the slapping sound of hot wet flesh echoed round the room and bounced off the magnolia walls to help them keep the rhythm at a comfortable pace. After a few precious minutes he heard her breathing becoming ragged and felt her start to buck against his body. He quickly looked down and saw her eyes roll upwards and her mouth fall open like a little death. Knowing this meant she was beginning her orgasm, he eased up on his urgent thrusting and gently slowed his movement, then tried to stay as still as possible as her willing body took over control from her fragmenting mind. Of their own volition her hips began thrusting forward and back faster and faster, harder and harder, till she gave a high pitched squeal and came shuddering to her sexual climax.

The shaking of her legs and the spasmodic jerking of her thrusting hips acted like a disjointed vibrator against his throbbing shaft and as she let herself drift off into orgasmic oblivion he found himself unable to hold back any longer. So he began quickly thrusting like a mindless machine till he felt his balls go tight and the heat of his own orgasm engulfed him. His body convulsed with each muscle contraction, and he was almost surprised at how strongly he could feel the long strands of hot lumpy sperm surging through the bore-like tube in his prick as he shot his long pulses of living liquid into her with all his strength.

She felt each spurt of his hot thick semen gushing into her in wave after wave, and each time he came she oozed warm wet liquid all over the barrel of his sperm spitting weapon till it wetly coated his empty aching balls. The melded juices trickled, and tickled, and joined with the sweet rivulets of sweat that rolled down his trembling legs till they formed drops of cloudy rain that gently slid from flesh to floor, like water down a window pane.

Their almost singular shared orgasm had served to lift her to an even higher plane of mindless bliss, but now it forced him to stop mid-thrust as the sensation quickly turned from pulsing pleasure to throbbing pain. For what seemed like an age they had both grunted and splashed spit, sweat and sperm as they writhed like a double-backed beast in its final throes of life. Now, when the beaching wave of ecstasy had passed on, and nothing more than an undulating ripple of sensation was left to wash over them both, they stood with knees trembling, hot skin soaked and steaming, while sweat dripped into the soft-pile carpet, and they laughed uncontrollably as they held each other up.

Disentangling from each other wasn’t easy, and they nearly fell over a couple of times before they managed it, but once separated they shakily held each other’s hands and tottered on trembling legs to the bathroom for a much needed shower. However, this started them off again, and in amongst the sounds of splashing water echoed the sound of more slapping flesh and heavy breathing. It was almost another twenty minutes before they finally staggered out, with glowing skin, aching muscles and utterly numb and exhausted glands, but feeling totally fulfilled.

Emerging from the wet heat of passion and pleasure they softly trembled as they slowly towelled each other down while still giggling like naughty children, then just stood and held each other for a long moment to gather their thoughts and emotions. The feel of her soft warm skin pressing against his was almost too much, and she looked down and smiled as he felt his prick feebly trying to rise to the occasion once more.

To cool his own ardour he decided it was time to get dressed, but he grimaced as he pulled his damp underpants back up his trembling legs, complete with cold sticky patches from their earlier carelessly dripped fluids. However, once they were on he then pulled on the rest of his clothes and waited for her to do the same. She quickly rinsed out her semen splashed bra and wringing wet knickers in the sink, then dried them as best she could by sandwiching them in a towel. She then got dressed, all except for her still damp knickers, which she rolled up and stuffed into her handbag.

Now fully dressed and quietly grinning at each other through softly focused eyes, they quickly cleared the coffee table and washed up and put away the mugs then she got a wet cloth and tried to get the sticky wet marks out of the carpet. With this done they then emptied the remains of the biscuits into the bin, gave the plate a quick brush over and put it away, and looked around to make sure everything was back to normal.

“Okay,” he said, “well, I guess we’ll just carry on as before then, as if today’s conversation never took place?”

She smiled and brushed his shoulder lightly with her hand.

“Suits me,” she said.

He picked up the key from the coffee table and said, “When?”

“I dunno, next time your wife’s at the gym and my husband’s playing golf, I guess.”