Finishing lunch

It was an odd sensation, feeling my wife's tongue probing my anus, licking out the remains of the chocolate cock that she had placed up there. But it was not an unpleasant one - in fact it was so enjoyable that my own dick started to respond. Kirsty's hands reached around to feel my hardening cock as she licked away the last of the chocolate.

"Mmmm, turn around and show me that duck," she cooed at last. I dutifully obeyed, looking down at my lusty spouse. She had molten chocolate around her mouth, which was smiling up at me as our eyes met, my erect penis towering over her head. She shuffled upwards and backwards to take the end of it in her mouth, giving me a splendid view of her voluptuous chest - unnaturally massive orbs of tit-flesh bouncing in time as she sucked my own oversized appendage. Occasionally she paused to work her tongue around the sensitive head of my penis, causing involuntary spasms to course through my body.

Kirsty was becoming quite the expert, her hands on my buttocks as she worked her magic on me. Her fingertips moved closer to my butt-hole, and slowly she inserted a finger while her tongue did its thing again. By this point she was in complete control and I had none - I could barely stop my knees from buckling as she toyed with her new plaything, my testicles churning before my cock exploded in her mouth, waves of semen gushing forth as she finally released me, the rest of my cum splurting over those gorgeous boobs.

With that, it was time decide how to spend our afternoon.