ALICE Ch 275

Riley Jameson lies on a beach towel.

She smiles at the camera with her feet kicking idly. Her skin is artfully dotted with sweat or suntan lotion and a little sand. Her arms are positioned so that her breasts are squeezed together, and her little pink and blue bikini bottoms ride up just enough to make sure no one can miss how pert and flawless her ass is.

It's an old poster. An antique, really. It’s from the early days of FUTA, when they had the old logo in the weird cursive font.

The real Riley Jameson isn’t sure where her wife found the poster, but it is definitely on-brand for Adella to have had it framed and put it up in the living room without consulting her.

It’s been quite a few years since that photo was taken. Riley doesn’t look too different these days, although her flannel pajama pants and Old Navy tank aren’t quite as flattering as the bikini.

She gazes at the poster wistfully for a moment before directing her attention to the situation in her lap. She had hoped to snuggle, but Adella has other things in mind. Without much theater, Adella sucks Riley’s cock with a little head-bob action.

Riley smiles and rubs Adella’s head, playing with her hair. Adella even took off her pants, so Riley has a nice view of her powerful legs. “OK. You win. We can bone.”

Adella looks up. “Actually, I’m tired. You want to just…?”

Riley snorts. She stares at her wife for a moment, then shakes her head. “Twist my arm, why don’t you?”

Adella takes Riley’s cock back into her mouth and Riley relaxes. She bites her thumb when it gets good and exhales slowly as she lets out her load into Adella’s mouth. For a second, things feel amazing. But then Adella is on top of her. They’ve been married long enough that Riley isn’t surprised by these things anymore. She’s half-ready for a big, sticky kiss. Riley puts up with it. But then there’s a hand on her body, and it slips into her tank. Adella’s hand massages Riley’s boob.

Riley breaks the kiss, although a sticky string of cum hangs between their lips. “Changed your mind again?”

“Uh huh,” Adella grunts.

Riley sighs and wiggles onto her side as Adella slides behind her to be the big spoon. Adella pulls down Riley’s jammies and underwear just enough for access and fumbles around back there.

“Careful,” Riley mutters. “Oh. Mm.” That is nice. She settles down as Adella hugs her tightly, moving in and out.

Adella releases her boob and slides her hand down Riley’s stomach.

“No. Nope. I don’t need to be hard,” Riley mumbles, enjoying it. “I don’t need to be hard. I don’t need to be hard! God damn it.”

Adella kisses Riley’s neck and strokes her shaft. As usual, it doesn’t take her long. She grunts into Riley’s neck. No matter how many times Riley feels it, Adella pumping sperm into her pussy always kicks Riley’s engine into gear. Riley bursts inside her pajama bottoms with a sharp exhalation.

They lie there together. Adella softly squeezes and fondles Riley’s sticky, softening cock. It’s like she doesn’t notice the mess.

“OK. Baby? OK.” Riley pats the arm that Adella is gripping her with. “We’re gross now. And we need to brush our teeth and go to bed.”

“Mmmhmm,” Adella mumbles sleepily into Riley’s hair.

“Can you pull out, please?”

“No. Like this.” Adella isn’t even really conscious.

Riley lies there, staring.

Her phone buzzes, startling Adella awake. “Huh?” Adella slips out, and Riley feels semen leaking and staining down there. She reaches out and grabs her phone from the coffee table. Adella is trying to wrestle her back down, but Riley fends her off.

“Hello?” she says, getting up and stumbling away from the couch. Her jammies and underwear are around her thighs. She pushes them down and kicks them off. “Oh. Hi, Annette. Wow. Haven’t heard from you in a while. What’s up?”

Adella lies there with her dick out, watching Riley talk on the phone bottomless with cum dripping down her leg.

Riley covers the phone. “It’s Annette. She says we have to save FUTA.”

Adella yawns and stretches. “Didn’t we already do that?”

Riley pauses and listens to the phone, then shrugs. “She says we have to do it again.”