Eva Looks At What She's Got

Margaret felt pins and needles surge across her skin electrically as the woman now standing over her peeled away the sheets with care and silence. As the warm blankets receded across her body Margaret cupped her breasts, parting the cleanly ripped open shirt as she pinched her hardened nipples. The cool air waging a conflict across her warm flush form.

Margaret gazed at the silhouette mesmerized by the quiet delicate care it took in exposing the couple in bed. Deep down some thought struggled against the arousal, fighting with new grown desire and lust to raise the alarm, no other woman should be here right now!

Instead Margaret arched her back, trying to display her just past middle aged form, somewhat relieved that the darkness concealed the years of experience that had worn away at her skin.

The glowing yellow eyes towered over the foot of the bed, slowly and catlike crawling onto the bed, luscious lips, sharp teeth, and warm tongue teasing a trail up the prone wife as she watched, gasping with anticipation as the unperceived demoness approached her crotch.

Margaret's right hand stroked her still sleeping husband's cock steadily as the hard nipples of the visitor of the night joined the train of body parts teasing their way up Margaret's body.

“That's a fine cock you got there.” Eva huskily whispered to Margaret as her mouth toured along Margaret's collar bone. “It'd be a shame if no one used it.”

Margaret's heart skipped a beat. In all her entrancement with the dream and the sultry shadowy figure she hadn't even thought of outright sex. She gasped as she felt a clawed finger stroke across her pussy.

“I want to see you masturbate.” Eva seductively enticed as she nibbled around Margaret's ear, elbows lifting and pressing her tit flesh into Margaret's chin. “I want to see you cum.”

Margaret was at a loss of what to do, these requests were foreign to her. She didn't even let her husband know she masturbated, although she couldn't remember the last time she had.

Margaret dropped her thoughts as she felt Eva's hand wrap around hers, joining in stroking her husband's cock. “I'll take care of this for you,” Eva curtly stated, shifting herself delicately off of Margaret. “Now use your hands to finger yourself, feel yourself. Show me how you enjoy being touched.”

Margaret paused for a moment, how could she resist? Was this not the next step?

Eva leaned over Margaret, her tongue lapping around a nipple dampening it with saliva. It made Margaret's breast feel warmer, and tingle. Then the cool breath blew across it provoked a surge of conflicting pleasures.

“Show me.”