Follow Mitch and Monica

After they said their goodbyes, Monica, who was driving, took them straight home. “I thought we had a few other errands you wanted to run?” Mitch asked his wife as he noticed they were heading away from the town centre.

“I did. Now I want to get home and fuck you senseless,” she said bluntly.

Mitch laughed, “So was it the Mythfolk idea that has gotten you so horny? Or extramarital stuff?”

“A little of both, I think. Why?” she asked her husband as he ran a hand up the inside of her leg.

“Well, because I wouldn’t mind a shot at Jan, and I know Steve thinks you are hot,” he confessed.

“Wait, what?” she asked, turning into their street.

“Remember when we went out and played pool a month or so ago? You were wearing a suit vest and tight jeans. Steve liked what you were wearing.” His hand crept higher, and Mon sighed.

“What did he say? Exactly?” she asked.

“He said he thought you looked hot but would like to see you just wearing the vest,” Mitch said. “I asked him if he would like to see you wearing just the vest doing anything in particular, and he said he didn’t think any of us were into that.”

Mon moaned again, “Steve wants to see me wearing only my suit vest while riding him?” she asked. They pulled into their garage, and Mitch leaned over to kiss her.

“That was the suggestion, yes. Now let’s get into the bedroom, and I’m going to kiss you pretty cunt while you tell me what you want to do with Mythfolk.”

She smiled, “I can hardly argue with such a nice offer, but only if we can then swap and you tell me what you would like to do with Mythfolk while I blow you?”

Mitch grabbed her hand as they got out of the car, “Who said I had any thoughts at all?

“I know you,” she said, “and if you hadn’t had thoughts before meeting Steve and Jan’s neighbours, you have since then. Besides, you don’t clear your browsing history.”

He stopped and looked at her, shocked, “Wait, you’ve been looking up my porn?” he asked.

She shrugged, “Maybe you should have talked to me about these things and not just focused on other women, though. I’m starting to get swayed, but for now. Bedroom.”

Monica almost dragged her husband to their bedroom, one hand, pulling him along as he reached around her and unbuttoned her top. His hands snaked into her top as she giggled, “I can feel that hard-on against my arse.”

Monica rarely wore bras, her breasts were not large by any means, but they indeed weren’t small either. A nice firm handful for each breast. He loved it when she went around without a bra. Although this shirt was thicker, he really loved it when he could see her large nipples showing through the fabric. In fact, when it was too cold for her to wear lingerie, he loved seeing her in her knitted top, the fibres parting to let her nipples poke through. He couldn’t wait to hear what she had thought of and get a taste of her cunt. He loved going down on her, and she him. It wasn’t uncommon for them to just do that with no penetrative sex at all.