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Dance floor jealousy convinces man to reclaim his lover.
John looked down at his beautiful wife of many years with surprise. She was petite, with a stunning carriage and breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts were perfect for her diminutive frame, and her pale white skin practically glowed in the darkness of their bedroom. Her red-gold hair was parted on the left and hung down in waves past her shapely shoulders.
Yet it was not her beauty which had captured and kept his heart through the years - it was her kindness, her lively intelligence, and her compassionate spirit which had bound him to her. John had always been a conservative fellow, and had taken pride that the core of their relationship was firmly affixed in a bedrock of mutual respect and regard, and not on ephemeral things like beauty. Granted, he found Amy utterly beautiful - how could anyone with working eyes not? - but he felt quite privileged that their relationship transcended mere sex. He tried to make as few demands on her in that regard as possible, trying not to dwell upon the secular parts of their marriage, but rather on the sacred union of their hearts. Jill had always been virtuous, and he had not wanted to press his animalistic urges upon such an angel.
And so he was somewhat disconcerted at the ravishing woman who had removed his cock from his trousers and was gently nuzzling it. Amy had always been somewhat reserved and quiet, so John had thought that the subject, unless he sought to impose his disgusting desires upon her, was closed. A shudder of pleasure passed through his body as she kissed the sensitive cock-head. All of a sudden, a spasm of guilt joined the pleasure - his angel was kissing his cock, and he was looking out at another woman? Incipient tendrils of betrayal started to form, but Amy could read her husband's face like a book - a large-print book, at that!
"John," she said, wrapping her hand gently around his cockshaft, "I want you to look... I want you to look at Jill's body while I stroke your cock. I want you to let your imagination run free; I want you to think about what her nipples might look like, might taste like, under those scraps of swimsuit." She took the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, moaning like an animal in heat. "I want you to think about how it would feel to be standing behind her... running your hands under her top.... pinching her nipples. I want you to imagine how wet her sweet pussy would get, feeling your cock through your swimsuit against her ass..." Her hand continued to pump his cock gently while he stared down at her with amazement. "And while you do that, I'm going to tease... " she briefly sucked the head of his cock into her mouth again. "...and taste.... " Pausing once more, she ran her tongue all the way down the underside of his cock, from the head to the base. "....and then you are going to cum for me," She looked up and held his eyes. "You are going to cum hard, and fill. My. Mouth. With. Your. Cum." While he watched, she took as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. "Jill can have your eyes tonight, but your cock and your cum is all mine!"
Helpless to resist - and to be honest, who would WANT to resist? - John reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you" was all he said, but those simple three words, so common and familiar, held a plethora of new depth and feeling. "Hey, eyes back in Jill, mister!" she laughingly chided, and her husband, with a wide grin, complied.
Amy went back to playing with her lover's cock, enjoying the sensations she was causing in his body. "Besides, she knows that men look... and she likes it."
"How do you know that?" John asked softly.
"Easy, silly... I asked her," Amy replied, her voice deep and sultry.
"You did what?" John exclaimed.
"Well, after last week, I though I'd let her know that we could see into her backyard when she was sunbathing - oh hush, I told her I could, I didn't mention you, calm down - and you know Jill.