More fondling -Blink

Amelia shivered as the cool bedroom air washed over her heated skin. She reached down, her delicate fingers grazing the floral fabric pooled at her waist. She prepared to pull her sundress back up, but Samuel quickly caught her wrists.

"Now, hold on a second, Amelia." he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Don't go hiding these beauties just yet. Let an old man enjoy the view. It gets so hot in this house anyway, doesn't it?"

The synthetic relaxant clouded Amelia's usual modesty. It wrapped her mind in a fuzzy, pleasant warmth. She smiled, her cheeks flushed with pride, and let her hands drop away from the dress. "It is a bit warm," she agreed.

Samuel gently grabbed her hips. He pulled her forward, pulling her off balance until she settled sideways right across his trouser clad thighs.

"Oh, my!" she giggled.

Her massive, bare breasts swayed heavily with the motion. Samuel immediately brought his hands back to her chest. He cupped the warm, pale weight of her flesh, kneading her like soft dough while he casually shifted the conversation.

"So, tell me about Liam," Samuel said.

His fingers trailed down from her deep cleavage to the soft, sensitive skin of her stomach. He lightly scratched his fingertips against her ribs, tickling her. He trailed his fingertips up to her neck, brushing the sensitive skin below her ear.

Amelia let out a breathless, hushed giggle. She squirmed on his lap, her bare breasts bouncing beautifully right in front of his face. "Oh, Samuel, stop it! You're gonna make me wiggle!" she pouted, casting a nervous, playful glance toward the locked bedroom door.

"I'm just playing with you, honey," he chuckled. He continued to tease her sensitive sides, keeping his touch light and disarming.

To stop the tickling, Amelia instinctively grabbed his thick wrists. Instead of pushing his hands away, her naive mind opted for a different solution. She guided his calloused hands right back up to her bare breasts, pressing his rough palms firmly against her stiff nipples.

"Just keep your hands right here," she scolded him with a cute, dimpled smile, completely blind to the massive sexual boundary she had just erased. "You're too ticklish."

Samuel hid his wicked smirk. The dumb, gorgeous wife was literally placing his hands on her own naked tits.

"Whatever the pretty lady wants. I'm just happy to hold 'em for you," Samuel grunted. He gave her heavy globes a firm, possessive squeeze. He went right back to casually massaging her bare flesh, making the highly erotic touch feel as normal as a handshake. "Now, about the boy. He seems like a quiet kid."

"Mmhmm, he is," Amelia sighed. She leaned her golden head comfortably against Samuel's shoulder. "He's such a sweet angel, but he doesn't talk to me as much as he used to. He mostly just stays in his room. It's a bit lonely honestly"

"Is that right? He doesn't get bullied or anything right?" Samuel probed. He slid his left hand down her lower back. He slipped his fingers right under the lace of her panties, firmly gripping her bare ass cheek and squeezing the plush meat.

Amelia let out a soft moan at the deep squeeze, parting her thighs slightly on his lap. "Why does everyone assume that. I mean Marcus, he is paranoid since he sees bullies everywhere. He’s always yelling at Liam to act like a man."

"That sounds tough on the kid," Samuel said sympathetically. He rolled her stiff, pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a wave of heat straight between her legs. "What is their relationship like? If Liam knew a secret... say, about us being such close friends... would he run and tell his father?"

Amelia shook her head. Her heavy breasts rubbed deliciously against Samuel's forearms with the motion. "Oh, no. Liam avoids his father's temper at all costs. But... well. If Marcus asks him directly, Liam will tell him. He can't lie to his father. He's too scared of him."

"Even if his sweet mama asks him not to?" Samuel asked, squeezing her ass hard enough to make her gasp.

"I... I don't know," Amelia whimpered softly "What do you mean?."

"I mean," Samuel nodded. "Tell him the 'truth', tell him how lonely you've been. Tell him you just need a friend to have coffee with, and that Marcus wouldn't understand. He's your son, Amelia. If he sees how much it means to his mama, he'll understand. He'll keep his mouth shut for you." He said, fondling her ass rhythmically.

Amelia’s face brightened. It made perfect sense to her simple mind. "You really think so? He is a good boy..."

"I know so," Samuel smiled. His thumb flicked her nipple. "And once we know the boy is on our side... you should come over to my place tomorrow. You'll love our garden."

"The greenhouse?" she whispered, her chest heaving heavily into his hands.

"Yes," Samuel smiled, gently pinching both of her nipples. "I can show you Martha's old garden. She used to grow veggies in our backyard. And, she used to tend to the flowers... it breaks my heart to see it all overgrown.."

Amelia let out a sharp, breathy gasp. Her naive vanity completely won over.

"I would love that, Samuel," she murmured.