Kisses you

You lick your lips, even that previously simple action feels so different. Your lips are softer and larger. your emotions are different as foreign hormones flood your head. You're taken in by Jane's gaze in a way you never were as a man, it's dominating.

She moves closer and you're passive, your heart feels like it's stopped. Your lips tremble in anticipation. Her soft lip meets yours and your eyes close. The sensation is totally different. Your thinner male lips demanded aggression. Now there was a casual, gentleness available. The kiss started out leisurely, indulgent. You could taste her lipstick. Jane wanted more and supplied the missing aggression, pressing into your mouth and plunging her tongue forward. You weren't used to this passive role but you were undeniably enjoying it. You had no idea what you were doing but were happy to let Jane lead the way.

You're lost in her tongue exploring your mouth when you feel your head meet the mattress. You hadn't even noticed that she was pushing you onto your back.

She breaks the kiss and your eyes open, wild, disoriented.

Where are you, where is she?

You feel before you see, she's on your nipple.

Your thoughts are frenzied. You feel every cool contact of Jane's hair on your skin, a constellation of tiny points around the bright sun of her lips, no her tongue, on your nipple. feminine noises of ecstasy filled the room, you didn't know your own voice well enough to know their origin.

"Oh god, Jane.... Oh god!"

She knew what felt good, you had taught her that, you were teaching her that now as she played your vocal cords like a fine harp. Your wife had spent most of her waking life for the last couple years learning how to find a week point and then pound it until she got paid.

And then finally, at long last, her hand found your crotch.