They have sex

As Anne reached up to untie her apron, the strings slid apart with a soft whisper, and the fabric fell to the floor, pooling around her feet like a cloud. The dim light of the lamp danced across her skin, illuminating every curve, every contour, and Jim's breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sight of her. Her confidence was intoxicating, her presence commanding, and yet there was a vulnerability in her eyes that drew him in deeper. She took a step closer, the air between them crackling with anticipation, and Jim felt his heart pound in his chest, his desire for her almost overwhelming.

Jim couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as he gazed at Anne's naked form. Her voluptuous breasts caught the dim light, and her neatly trimmed bush added a touch of elegance to her already captivating figure. He felt his cock stiffen in response, his desire for her intensifying with every passing moment. The air was thick with anticipation, and Jim's heart raced as he reached out to caress her soft skin, their connection growing stronger with each tender touch.

Jim's hands instinctively reached for Anne's voluptuous breasts, his fingers tracing the curves as he leaned in closer. He took one of her large nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, causing her to gasp softly. With his other hand, he gently squeezed the other breast, his thumb circling the nipple, matching the rhythm of his mouth. Anne's breath quickened, her hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him deeper a she whispered his name, the room filled with the sounds of their shared desire.

As Anne's hands guided Jim's, her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, "Touch me, Jim. I want your fingers on my pussy, feeling how much I desire you." Her words ignited a fire within him, and he slid his hand down, his fingers brushing against her soft, trimmed hair before delving deeper. The warmth of her body enveloped his touch, and he groaned as he felt her wetness, her body ready for him. Anne's breath hitched, her hips pushing against his hand, urging him deeper. "More," she murmured, her voice trembling with pleasure.

As Jim obeyed, Anne reached for his zipper, her fingers deftly undoing it with a soft rasp. The sound filled the charged air, and Jim's anticipation grew as she slowly pulled it down, revealing the bulge beneath. Her hands brushed against his hardness, and she smiled, her eyes locked on his. With the zipper fully open, she slid her hand inside, her touch igniting a shiver down his spine. "I've wanted this all night," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin as she freed him from his pants.

Anne's hands freed Jim from his confines, the air seemed to thicken with anticipation. Jim's breath hitched, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. Anne's gaze never wavered, her confidence and longing intertwining as she stepped closer, the warmth of her body brushing against his. The room around them faded, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of raw connection. Jim's hands instinctively reached for her, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist, pulling her nearer.

Jim gently laid Anne on the bed, her body sinking into the soft sheets as he hovered above her. The room was filled with the heavy scent of anticipation, and the dim light cast shadows that danced across their skin. Anne's voice was low and sultry as she whispered, "Take me, Jim. Fuck your wife. I want to feel you inside me." Her words were a spark to the flame, igniting a fierce passion within him. He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he prepared to enter her.

As Jim positioned himself, the tip of his thick cock pressed against Anne's entrance, her warmth inviting him in. With a steady thrust, he pushed his fat cock inside, her tight pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. Anne gasped, her breath catching as he filled her completely, the sensation of his thickness sending waves of pleasure through her body. Jim groaned, his cock buried deep within her, the tightness enveloping him like a glove. He paused for a moment, savoring the connection, before slowly pulling back, the friction sending shivers down his spine.

As Jim began to move, his thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one sending a ripple through Anne's body. Her large breasts swayed with the rhythm, their soft bounce capturing his attention as he gazed down at her. The room seemed to hold its breath, the only sound the faint whisper of skin against skin. Anne's hands wandered over his chest, her nails lightly grazing his flesh, adding a shiver to the heat building between them. With each steady stroke, the connection deepened, their bodies moving in perfect sync, the pleasure mounting until it became almost unbearable.

Jim's thrusts grew more fervent, the sound of his swollen balls slapping against Anne's ass filled the room, a rhythmic accompaniment to their passionate reunion. Each impact sent a jolt of pleasure through both of them, the primal sensation heightening their arousal. Anne's hands clawed at the sheets, her breath coming in sharp gasps as Jim's relentless pace drove her closer to the edge. His groans deepened, a mix of exertion and ecstasy, as he felt her tightening around him. The room was a blur of movement and sound, their bodies locked in a dance that neither wanted to end.

Jim's thrusts grew more fervent, Anne's moans escalated, filling the room with her unbridled pleasure. Each deep stroke of his cock sent shivers coursing through her body, her voice rising in a crescendo of ecstasy. "Oh, Jim, it feels so good!" she cried out, her hands clawing at the sheets as her hips arched to meet his every movement. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. Anne's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling on the brink of release.

As Jim's relentless thrusts pushed Anne closer to the edge, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, her muscles tightening around him like a vice. The room was filled with the raw sounds of their passion, each slap of skin against skin echoing through the air. Anne's breath hitched in her throat as she whispered, "I'm coming, Jim... oh God, I'm coming!" Her words were a catalyst for his own release, and with one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, their orgasms exploding in unison. The waves of pleasure crashed over them, their bodies locked together as they rode the storm of their passion.

As they lay entwined, Jim's cock remained nestled within Anne's warmth, their bodies slowly calming from the crescendo of their passion. The air was thick with the scent of their union, and the faint tremors of Anne's pussy around his shaft sent gentle waves of aftershocks through him. He nuzzled her neck, his breath mingling with hers as they shared the quiet intimacy of the moment. Anne's hands drifted lazily over his back, her touch tender yet possessive, while Jim's fingers intertwined with hers, their palms pressed together in a silent promise of connection.

Jim's cock softened, it slowly slid out of Anne's full pussy, her juices glistening on his shaft as he withdrew. His seed leaked from her, trickling down her thighs in warm, sticky streams. The air was thick with the scent of their passion, and the faint tremors of Anne's pussy around his softening cock sent gentle aftershocks through him. He nuzzled her neck, his breath mingling with hers as they shared the quiet intimacy of the moment. Anne's hands drifted lazily over his back, her touch tender yet possessive, while Jim's fingers intertwined with hers, their palms pressed together in a silent promise of connection.

They lay together, Jim gently brushed a strand of hair from Anne's face, his voice low and reassuring. "I talked to Joe," he said, his words hanging in the air like a promise fulfilled. Anne's eyes met his, a flicker of curiosity igniting within them. "He understands," Jim continued, his tone steady. "Everything you wanted me to discuss, it's taken care of." Anne's lips curled into a soft smile, relief washing over her like a warm wave. She reached up, her fingers tracing the edge of his jaw, her touch tender. "Thank you, Jim," she whispered, her voice laced with gratitude.

Jim's voice softened as he continued, "You know, Joe hasn't been with Wendy yet." Anne's eyebrows lifted slightly, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her eyes. Jim chuckled gently, "He's waiting for the right moment, just like he always does." Anne smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, and they both lay there, the warmth of their connection filling the space between them.