On my knees...the prize still waits.

I scooted across the floor, knee by knee, over to Lisa on the couch. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Barry and Lori, among the first people we'd met in our new neighborhood, had gotten us well and truly tied into knots. Especially Lori, who was standing right there by her husband with my come dripping off her chin, and especially me, in BAD trouble with my wife Lisa.

I hoped I had another chance.

Lisa met my eyes with a steady gaze. Her eyes were a little puffy, but they sparkled with fire. I hoped there was as much desire as anger there. "Okay, Steve, why don't you show me that you understand slow food."

Lori snorted behind me, stifling a laugh. Barry shuffled his feet.

I slid Lisa's pants over her hips, stretching the elastic waistband over her butt. She actually had quite a nice little hourglass there, even if she got uncomfortable if I complimented her butt or even looked at it too long. I breathed in deeply, inhaling her scent. The warm day's work of unpacking and moving furniture colored her scent stronger and richer, and I caught the faint sweet-hay smell of my own juice on her.

Lisa turned me on so much that often by this point I'd be in a hurry to mount her and gallop home. My soft cock twitched, slowly filling again at the sight of her pussy. But Lisa's screaming threat to leave had concentrated my mind rather sharply on her side of the story, which was that five rides in a row without her getting off was just too many.

Lori sniffed and hmm'ed quietly. I heard a quiet "zip!" from Barry's side, and a snap of elastic.

I remembered the first time I'd gotten her pants off, in her bedroom in her apartment. We were "getting dressed" before going out to dinner with her sister, who was outside waiting for her nail polish to dry. We had to move so slow...to be so quiet...but to get right to the point. We ended up with her hands on my cock and balls, my hands on her pussy and tits, and our tongues thrusting in each other's mouths. It was the hottest sex of my life till then even though I never got it in her. Hers too. Volcanoes and earthquakes, but barely a sound. I called that to mind as I kissed her beside the knee, then up her soft inner thighs, fingertips and lips, right and left. I breathed lightly on her fuzzy pussy lips, kissed again. I stroked my fingertips up and down the length of her still-closed, but plump and warm, outer lips. I pressed my lips to her closed labia, hummed, moved in tight little circles. Lisa sighed and her breath deepened.

Lori chuckled behind me, but didn't comment. Fair was fair, I supposed, and she was going to let Lisa enjoy herself and collect her prize, whatever that was. I could hear her breath deepen and quicken, as well. From the other side, I heard a quiet rhythmic sound of skin on skin. Barry was jacking off. So Lori wasn't the only one in the couple who liked to watch other people do it. It felt OK to me that Lisa's pleasure turned people on, but it was a little distracting to practically feel their eyes on the back of my neck.

Lisa was starting to move a little under my kissing and pressing, so I took the next step, parting her labia with a long wet tongue stroke.

"O-o-oh," she sighed. Her hips quivered. More, then.

I quickly licked up the length of her pussy, again and again. She shivered at my touch. She was salty and a little tart. My own taste was there too. I licked up the side of her folds, left, then right, then center.

Lisa moaned. She scooted her butt forward, pushing me back a little to follow her, and bent her legs around my shoulders. Lori hummed with approval. Barry gasped and kept up the soft rhythmic sounds that had to be a fist on his hard cock. I could hear them moving up for a closer look.

Lisa's new position exposed the bottom of her pussy at a better angle for my tongue, and I dived in with the tip, tickling her opening. She moaned and pressed her heels into my shoulders. I pressed deeper, fucking my wife with my tongue, in and out. Her moans rose. I could hear her pulling up her shirt, pulling it off to expose her tits. Lisa was really turned on, now, probably a minute or two from her climax.

I figured I could get her off with a straight attack of licking to her clit. It's what she asked for, but maybe she was ready for a cock. I was hard again and really, really wanted to be welcomed back. Or maybe...maybe she'd come harder if I licked her ass? I did it once in the shower and she protested, but I could feel her getting really turned on that time. That would be a show for Barry and Lori.