“Tate,” I corrected her.

Barb crab walked up the bed and rested her head on my chest. She teased what minimal hair I had. “Tate, Clint; who cares?” She uttered.

Clearly, I was just a big cock with a body attached.

Barb licked her right long finger, then twirled my erect left nipple. Without pausing, she leaned across my body and sucked the nipple into her mouth. I anticipated her bite, but did not resist. I actually relished the mild pain.

She moved down my chest and belly; kissing, licking and biting. I placed my hand on the top of her head, directing her face toward my precum dripping cock. She didn’t hesitate. Although I couldn’t see what she was doing, I knew that she had sucked the head of my dick into her mouth. I could feel the tip of her tongue traveling up and down the shaft, just below the head. She once again encircled the base of my meat and balls with her hand. I can’t say it was comfortable, but I was trying to go with the flow.

Barb began bobbing her head up and down, as I simultaneously bucked my pelvis. She began making satisfied slurping noises that were starting to make me lose control. I ordered her, “ That’s right, Baby. Suck that cock.”

Barb appeared to be an expert in edging. She seemed to sense my impending explosion. Presumably she could feel the engorged night crawler-sized veins on my rod expanding in her mouth; plus perhaps the struggle of my purple balls trying to retract through her strangling grip.

She abruptly stopped sucking, but tightened her fist even more. I took in a deep breath. “You’ve gotta stop. Now!”

She took her hand away from my beyond-blue balls; but added, “I’m not ready for you to cum yet.”

Barb rose up on her knees, then threw her right leg over my torso. She leaned down and planted an open mouth kiss on my waiting lips. While still kissing, she settled onto my shaft and began to grind my sausage between my lower six pack and her labia, taint and anus. The sensation was beyond wonderful.

Just as I was getting into the rhythm, Barb broke our kiss and pushed upward with both hands on my chest. Before I could object, she raised slightly on her knees and shifted her right hand down to my cock. In one smooth move, she slipped my precum-lubricated prick into her incredibly warm slit. I couldn’t help but sigh.

Barb returned her hands to my chest. We settled into a rhythm like two old lovers. I couldn’t help but wonder whether Barb took the reins and rode her husband the same way she was cowgirling me. This thought perversely got me even hotter.

I watched her face. Her eyes were shut. Initially, she was biting her lower lip and breathing in and out through flared nostrils. She sagged her belly toward mine and rotated her ass upward. I could feel my prick rubbing just behind her pubis. I caught on that this maximally stimulated her G-spot.

Barb’s face changed. She opened her mouth and began sucking air in and out through almost clenched teeth. She momentarily stopped breathing and contorted her now red face into almost a grimace. Within seconds, she forcefully exhaled with a guttural rasp and then collapsed onto my chest. Another orgasm. Barb: two, Tate: zero (not that anyone was keeping score). At least she didn’t call me Clint or Wyatt or Maverick .

I’m not the love-em and leave-em type, but I’m also no cuddler. Panic set in. What if Barb falls asleep or is already asleep, her head, tits and right arm on my chest? I began to fidget. There was no way I was gonna get caught in bed with somebody else’s wife.

“Sorry, Baby. I must have dozed off.” Barb leaned to the left and rose up somewhat, her elbow flexed with her head in her hand. “We don’t have much time. Fuck me again, but this time like you mean it.”

I figured my options were two: run for the hills (and likely jerk off at home) or give Barb a departing gift of protein injection. It was an easy decision. I pushed her into a supine position (perhaps somewhat less gently than I would under other circumstances) and prepared to mount her missionary style.

Before I could settle into the saddle and impale her hungry snatch, she pushed me away. “No. Doggy me like the bitch I am.”

Who was I to argue?

Barb moved to the foot of the bed and assumed the position, knees just at the edge of the mattress. I took my time getting behind her. She truly was a MILF. Her big knockers were hanging down like Romulus and Remus’ mom. Her fine ass was tilted upward, ready for the taking.

I dry humped her while leaning forward, my hands on her shoulders. I could feel my cock once again stiffening. She responded by pushing and grinding her ass backward. “Fuck me, Cowboy,” she commanded.

I released her shoulders, stood up and broke contact with her hindquarters. Old Dan was ready for more action and was standing at attention. I circled his base with my right index and thumb. His veins became engorged, and he turned an angry purple.

I spit into my left palm and added my saliva to the dripping precum. I polished the beet-sized cockhead as if I were polishing a chrome trailer hitch.

“What are you waiting for?” Barb queried.

“Nothing, Baby. Just appreciating your beautiful ass.”

With that, I spread her cheeks and camel toes with my left hand. I teased her sopping wet pussy by running my knob slowly from her pink pucker down to her mega-clit. I could see her chest heaving in and out.

I gave Barb what she craved.

I thrust my meat between her labia minora and into her pussy. It wasn’t the tightest snatch I’d ever fucked, but it was by far and away the hottest.

I began to piston my machine in and out of Barb’s sex organ and added rotation to truly screw her. She seemed to like this variation. Barb pulled a pillow down and rested her face on it, her forearms on the mattress. Her eyes were shut.

I slipped my hands around her torso and cupped her pendulous mams. I let her erect half-inch long nipples momentarily slip between my fingers before I squeezed the digits together. Barb smiled.

She moved her right hand under her belly and down to the man-in-the-boat. I could feel her feverishly making circles with her fingertips. I took this as a signal to get down to business.

I moved my hands down to her waist, then down to her pelvic crests. I pulled her ass toward me, as I increased the depth and speed of my penetration. I could tell she was getting close. Her face had reddened. Her mouth was open. She was gritting her teeth.

I could feel my scrotum retracting and my cock throbbing. I was close, very close to losing control. I knew Barb was close, also. She was intermittently panting and intermittently holding her breath.

Before we could experience simultaneous orgasms, she bucked and shouted, “Slap my ass. Slap my ass!”

This command sent me over the edge. I forgot about trying to satisfy Barb. I grimaced and pumped rope after rope of steaming jizz into her welcoming pussy. This pounding and Barb’s own clit abuse seemed to have the desired effect. She growled, locked her thighs together and fell forward with me on her back.

Before I could catch my breath or even pull out; she turned her head, smiled and kissed me sloppily.

“You were great, Roy.”