No More Roleplay — Kiss Her

Slightly confused, Jack looks into the naked woman's dark brown eyes and feels kind of bad about his instinctive reaction.

Wouldn't she deserve it...? After everything she allowed me to do with her? he thinks and takes a deep breath, Things, Cathy would never do...?

"Mr. Jack...?" the busty brunette purrs with the feigned Spanish accent and distracts him from thinking about his wife.

Fondling his limp cock, she looks up at him with puppy eyes and squats down slowly.

She would do it! She would really suck my dirty cock! Jack realizes and croaks, "No, wait...! Maria earns a rest..."

The brunette shows him an endearing smile and raises herself on tiptoes again, rubbing her big, soft breasts against him.

It's just a kiss, isn't it? It's just a kiss! he thinks and hesitantly approaches her pursed lips, And if this isn't a dream, I could hardly make it worse...

Jack gives her a faint, timid kiss and enjoys the soft, silky touch of the busty woman's lips. The brunette closes her eyes and slowly opens her mouth, tempting him to french her. Without thinking, the naked man slides between her lips and entwines his tongue with hers, when a sudden feeling of familiarity and closeness comes over him.

"Mmh...!" the short woman moans and wraps her arms tightly around him, reminding him of her big, soft boobs.

Kissing her deeply, Jack gently strokes the back of her head and her straight hair before tracing down her spine with his fingertips.

"MM!" the brunette suddenly squeaks as her whole body trembles.

While Jack's hands feel their way down to her round buttocks, the kiss gets even more intense.

"Mmmh...," the busty woman moans and gradually sinks back down on her heels.

Still making out heavily, the naked man digs his fingers into her soft ass cheeks and pulls them slightly open. The brunette visibly enjoys the passionate kiss but after a few seconds, she suddenly tries to back away.

"Mh-MH!" she complains moaning and gently pushes him away.

Jack doesn't want to let her go but finally gives in.

"Let's get into the shower...," the butt naked woman whispers breathlessly, "I'm leaking...!"

The brunette turns around quickly, runs her hand down her deep ass crack and skips into the shower. Swiftly, Jack pulls off his socks, follows her and closes the glass door behind himself.

"We should role-play more often...," the busty woman smiles, puts her head back and visibly enjoys the lukewarm rain of the shower on her face and body.

"Uh-huh...," Jack mutters, quite unsure how he should react to her intimate behavior.

"I guess...," the brunette smirks, places a finger on his chest and traces down his breastbone, "I like the cheating Jack..."

"Though I hope...," she adds after reaching his crotch, gently grasps his balls and whispers with an impish smile, "You don't cheat on me like that!"

Cheat on her? What...? Jack thinks confusedly but instinctively replies, "I would never cheat on you!"

"Good!" the busty woman grins broadly and pats his boys.

"Well, at least you would be a responsible cheater who doesn't knock up the other woman!" the brunette laughs, takes the soap and lathers her hands.

"Wanna soap my back?" she offers and passes him the bar.

Turning around, she shoves one hand into her crotch and the other between her butt cheeks.

"Damn... I think, I was never that wet before!" the brunette sighs with slightly spread legs and soaps up her private parts and her ass crack with quiet smacking sounds.

"How come?" Jack wants to know and starts lathering her back.

"Well... I don't know...," the busty woman replies thoughtfully, "It was you!"

"You were so...," the brunette continues while his hands explore her strong but delicious back, "Confident..."

"And dominant!" she adds in a soft voice and stops washing her genitals, "I've never seen you like that before!"

The short woman pulls her wet hair over her shoulder and lets him finish her back before turning around.

"My turn!" she smiles and takes the soap from him.

"You mean me bending you over the sink?" Jack asks tentatively as she lathers up his back.

"Well... yes... that too...," the brunette replies and thinks for some seconds, "You just made me feel like your little whore!"

Jack enjoys her soft, caressing hands on his back and the warm rain on his body before the short woman orders, "Turn around!"

Soaping up his chest, the brunette looks up into his eyes and presses her lips together.

"The moment when you pushed your cock all the way down my throat...," the busty woman drops her gaze, takes a deep breath and whispers, "It felt so hot to be totally at your mercy..."

"And then, you just used me as your little fucktoy...," the busty woman goes on and washes his belly, "Bending me over... fucking my pussy..."

"My... cunt...," she corrects herself with a coy smile before she continues, "Ripping my clothes off... pushing me down... squeezing my tits... fucking my..."

The brunette's hands slide down to his crotch and thoroughly soap up his dirty cock.

"I still can't believe that you fucked my ass... I mean... YOU!" the short woman adds and massages his half-erect but still exhausted dick a little longer than necessary.

"Why?" Jack counters curiously as the brunette starts washing her own belly.

"It's gross...?" the busty woman sounds like she would cite him, "I won't ever stick my cock inside there again...? It smells...?"

It still feels strange to Jack that the brunette acts and talks like they would know each other for years but as he hasn't a clue what's happening to him yet, he continues to play the game.

"Your pussy became too wet... I could barely felt anything...," the thirtysomething man explains, "So I thought, I'd give it a try."

"It felt great...! So tight and... just perfect...," Jack compliments her and watches her soaping up her big tits.

"Thank you!" the brunette smiles and shows her pronounced laugh lines, "I liked it too... another minute and you would have made me cum... I was so close!"

The busty woman quickly washes her arms and legs before handing Jack the soap.

"Hey!" the brunette complains in a high voice as he puts his hands on her soft boobs, soaping them up once more, "I already finished them!"

"It doesn't hurt to be thorough...," Jack grins and gently pinches her hard nipple.

"Stop it!" the busty woman squeaks, flinches back and scolds him, pouting, "You can have dessert later!"

"Aren't you hungry? I mean, for something else than my body!" she wants to know while rinsing herself off.

"Well...," Jack thinks and suddenly notices the empty feeling in his stomach, "I am..."

"So lemme prepare dinner for you!" the brunette exhales and raises on her tiptoes to peck his lips.

The busty woman walks out of the shower and towels her curvy body while Jack watches her through the steamy glass door. Not noticing his lascivious looks, the naked woman wraps the towel around her hair and slips into a white terrycloth robe before leaving the bath.

Freshly showered and dressed up, Jack enters the living room and takes a look around, listening to the low humming from the brunette in the adjoining kitchen.

A wedding picture? he thinks and approaches the sideboard.

The picture shows himself and the busty brunette who wore a plain but sexy, strapless wedding dress which clings perfectly to her curvy body, though her breasts look considerably smaller than in reality. Beside the picture frame, Jack finds a wedding album and flip through it curiously. The most of pictures show him with the short brunette, posing hand in hand, kissing each other or while playing wedding games. There are also lots of photos of his relatives and he can even spot his now dead uncle side by side with him and the brunette bride.

How can that be? Jack asks himself and suddenly sees his mother in his mind's eyes laughing with the brunette bride, So I'm either dreaming or crazy!

"Hubs!" the brunette distracts him from his thoughts, "Dinner is ready!"

Jack quickly closes the wedding album and walks over to the dinner table where the brunette serves him a reheated meal.

"I'll be right back... just slip into something comfortable...," the short woman says, gives him a kiss on the cheek and smiles, "Enjoy your meal!"

"Something more comfortable than a bathrobe?" Jack wants to know suspiciously and raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I like my yoga pants...," the brunette replies in a high voice and pouts.