You are. She melts in your mouth.

Encouraged by her moaning, you work your hands from her hips around back to cup and fondle her round, firm ass through the rough material of her tight pants. You continue to probe her cotton-covered crotch with your tongue, the smell of denim and woman filling your nostrils.

"Ooh, yeah, honey, yeah..." Sam's breathing is getting shallow. Still kneeling before your sex goddess of a wife, you slide your hands back around to the front of her pants and slowly undo the button at the top of the crotch. Then, slowly, you slide her jeans down her strong, shapely legs, all the while keeping your tongue moving against her covered mons and labia.

Then, without warning, you reach back and grab her ass and bury your face in her crotch.

"Oh, Paul!"