The End of an average day.

It’s the end of the day, the kids are in bed and the house is quite. I step out of the shower, dry off and wrap the towel around my waist. I head to the kitchen to fix me a night cap and find you doing some last minute dishes. I step up behind your 5’3” frame and start to work out some of the kinks in your back. You let out a small sigh and comment on how good it feels. We start some small talk about the day’s events, weekend plans and who’s going to deal with the bills coming due. After a few minutes your head tilts to one side, your long, hair brushes clear of your shoulder. I lean down and start to kiss and nibble at the base of your neck. You moan a little and smile, you lean back into me, enjoying my attentions. I stop the back massage and wrap you in my arms, left hand across your abdomen, right, across the top of your breasts. You reach back with your free hand and entangle your fingers into my still damp hair.

“We shouldn’t” you whisper as you grind your ass into my crotch
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“We will” I respond gently in your ear just before I nibble on your ear lobe.

“Here?” You raise and lower your ass against me, slowly forcing the towel to the floor.

“Yes.” I cup and slightly lift your 38C tits. You’re not wearing a bra and my thumbs flick across your pert nipples.

“But the kids” you say, not doing anything to stop me.

“Are sleeping” I pinch your nipples, rewarding me with a gasp of pleasure from you.

“They might hear”

“Let them”

My left hand slowly slides down your flat stomach, stopping at your crotch. I can feel how wet you are through your jeans. I rub your pussy through the jeans while my right hand slips under your t-shirt continues to play with your nipples. We continue like this for some minutes, the only noise heard is the deep breathing and gasps of air as I play at your neck, tits and pussy. You continue to grind into me as I occasionally apply lift to your crotch, forcing you to your toes. I start to work at your button fly. I undo your jeans and pull them down with your panties as I kneel behind you.

“What will the girls think?” you ask as you step out of your clothes.

“They are both old enough”, I say as I bite an ass cheek, “to think whatever they want.” I kiss and lick the spot I just bit.