I had been fucking her husband then one night she showed up at my apartment to confront me. I was expecting a huge problem but things took a different turn. The night was with us taking turns fucking each other with fingers and mouths, kissing each other and tasting each other’s cunt on our lips and tongues. Fingers mauled each other’s full breasts and hard nipples, and the tops of our inner thighs were slippery with escaped arousal juices. I lapped at her pussy entrance, drinking every leaking drop down as if it were the finest champagne, and she thrust her tongue inside me at the same time in a sixty-nine, rotating her thumb pad over my slicked clitoris so my body bucked against her and I lapped at her even more urgently until she came.
