Put his tongue to work

You turn onto your back in time with the music. You run your hands from your legs to your breasts and sit up, rolling smoothly forward, sliding your arms on either side of your husband's lap. You climb him, your lips ending up close to his and your knees straddling his lap on the sofa. You grab his hair and yank his head back. You run your tongue up his jawline to his mouth and press your lips to his. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, he insinuates an arm around your waist and pulls you tight against him. His hand moves down to your ass, his fingers teasing your cleft. You break the kiss.

"You haven't earned me yet," you say, stroking his face.

"What do I have to do?"

"Mmmm," you consider. Truthfully, you're so turned on you would fuck him, but for the salesgirl standing just outside the changing room and the fact that you want Brad to work for what you give him. "It's been a while since your tongue has had a workout. Let's see if you're still practiced."

You push yourself to your feet on the couch and lift one foot up onto the back. You grab hold of Brad's head to steady yourself and guide him to your neatly-trimmed mound. He needs no further encouragement. His hot breath against your velvet folds sends a shudder through your body. He slides one arm beneath your thigh to steady you. He takes hold of your ass and pulls your trembling mound against his mouth. His tongue slithers inside you and he sucks loudly at your lips. You lace your fingers into his hair and begin to roll your hips in time to the music.

Brad tongues you with a skill and enthusiasm you hardly recall. His licks shiver your tender clit one moment and his tongue snakes deep into your honey-dripped depths the next. He laps greedily at your dripping sex and cradles your ass against his face. You grind and squirm against his mouth, your pussy on fire, your clit strummed with every touch. Your knees begin to shake.

"Don't stop," you moan, realizing the music is beginning to fade out.

"Nnnmmmnnn," he tongues against your dripping slit.

"Don't stop what?" asks Eve, through the curtain. "Is everything--"

The curtain slides open a few inches and you look in shock as Eve's wide eyes appear in the narrow gap opened in the curtain. She is cleary shocked, but she says nothing. Does nothing. Your husband, unaware that you've been caught, feverishly licks from your clenched rosebudy to your straining clit. Your shock and humiliation melts into the pleasure of your husband's tongue like sugar dissolving into heated water. Still locking eyes with Eve, you resume thrusting your cunt against your husband's mouth.

"Suck it," you tell him. "Suck my clit. Make me cum."

Eve could close the curtain and walk away, but she chooses to remain, watching as you grind your pussy against your husband's deft tongue until you feel yourself being taken over the edge. You plunge into your orgasm, crying out "I'm cumming!" in an unusually high-pitched squeal as your ass clenches and releases and you pump your pussy against him in short, rapid thrusts. The surge of your orgasm nearly knocks you over. You can no longer keep your eyes on Eve. You close them, seeing a kaleidoscope of stars behind your eyelids to accompany the pleasure spiking out from your throbbing clit.

"Oh my," you laugh, "oh god, it feels, oh don't stop."

You sigh and moan with pleasure and squirm as your pussy reacts to his every touch. When your knees go weak from cumming so hard he drags you down on the floor and lays you on your back. You wrap his face in your thighs, his stubbles scratchy against your soft skin. He takes his time, tonguing you to the brink of orgasm, penetrating you with one finger, then two, and teasing out your next climax into an impossible peak of ecstasy.

Your knees are hooked over his muscular shoulders and his tongue is moving deep inside of you when you cum a second time. Finally, stepping away, you see Brad's lips and chin are covered with your girly juices. He relinquishes his grip on your ass and you drop down into his lap and planty a long and passionate kiss on his mouth. Eve is no longer standing at the curtain.

Laughing and feeling very embarrassed, you put the boy-shorts and bra on along with a more modest pair of black leggings, boots and scoop-necked blouse. You pay for the lingerie and say goodbye to Eve. The cute salesgirl gives you a knowing wink.

"So I think you owe me now," Brad whispers as you exit the store.

"Maybe those erotic paintings will prove to be my muse," you reply.