Chris returns

"I'm here," Chris calls from the kitchen. He's dispensed with his pyjama bottoms: his erect member juts obscenely from his groin. "I was just putting away the dishes while John was enjoying your mouth."

"Oh, thanks honey," Amy smiles.

Chris gestures to you. "Do you want to ...?" He makes a dramatic poking gesture with his two fingers, towards each other, suggestive of two stiff rods poking into something in between.

You hesitate. "I'm, er, I'm very close. I want to last a bit, you go ahead and, er, I'll watch."

Chris shrugs. "Suit yourself," he says, stepping towards Amy. You take a step back. "If you want some place warm to cum, you know where you can put your cock."

Amy giggles, looking down at your hard member as it bobs, and then looking back up at your face. Her eyes crinkle at the corners.

"Honey, could you stand up a moment? I'd like to sit down."

Amy stands up, looking slightly confused. "But you can sit in your own -" she says, as Chris sits on her chair. He gently grasps her by the hips. "Oh, back down?" she asks.

Chris guides his member to her pussy. She slides down without any apparent resistance.

Amy's face lights up as Chris' cock fills her sex. Her nipples stand out. "Oh, something feels really good about that," she coos, gently riding on it with a slow and steady rhythm. "It's making it difficult for me to sit still on you."

Chris looks to you. "She was a bit less oblivious yesterday, but if she's anything like the sluts at work, she really can't tell," he says, panting.

Amy turns to look over her shoulder at Chris. "Can't tell what, honey?" she says, panting herself. Her rhythm is unchanged.

Her nipples stand out prominently from her deeply blushing chest. You can't help yourself, and reach out to gently grasp one of her teats.

Amy looks up at you with wide eyes, and gasps. She breathes in shallow pants as her hips start shifting back and forth on Chris' cock. Her whole body flushes red.

Chris groans. "Oh, fuck. Can you believe the difference John? I play around with girls at work, but I still can't get over the change in Amy. Ungh. Could you imagine her a week ago, sucking on your cock and coming in front of you at the breakfast table? Unnnnngh," he moans, as he thrusts up into Amy's sex. Amy moans a long drawn out moan as Chris cums inside of her.

"I feel really yummy," Amy says dreamily. "This is such a good breakfast," she says, looking at you, beaming.

You let go of Amy's breast. She looks up to you, questioningly. You bend down to kiss her, gently. She mewls as your tongue caresses her lips.

After a few minutes, Chris catches his breath and chuckles. You stand back up and catch his eye. He smiles at you, and you return it.

"If this is how hot she gets from you using her mouth," Chris says, "we should have you over for breakfast more often. Or dinner."

Amy's panting slows. "I feel really good. But I think I might need a shower," she says.