Parent's Play-Time

“Honey, I’m home.”

Angie walked through the empty house and out to the shed. Sure enough, Patrick was there, the sound of his bench saw carrying across the yard.

The door creaked when she opened it, and she waited till he stopped the saw before approaching.

“You were gone a while.” His lips met hers in the briefest of kisses.

“Got talking to Nikki, you know, Sam’s mum.” She let her hands rest on his hips.

“Where are the kids?”

“They were desperate for a play, so they’ve gone to Sam’s for the afternoon. Nikki’ll drop them home later.” She slid her hands around his back to cup his backside, giving it a squeeze as she raised an eyebrow.

Patrick grinned. “How long have we got?”

She shrugged. “About an hour.”

He kissed her again, his teeth catching her bottom lip and nibbling. Angie pressed her groin against his, grinding herself against him as she undid the buttons on his shirt.

He pulled away.

“Do you want to go inside?”

She shook her head.

“No time for that.” Her voice was husky as she pushed the shirt back over his shoulders, her hands sliding over his skin, his musky scent filling the air.

He kissed her again, as her fingers found his nipples and gave them a little squeeze and then she moved to kiss his chest, taking his right nipple in her mouth and circling and flicking it with her tongue.

His hands ran down her back and he lowered his head to kiss the top of hers.

“You like that?” she murmured.

“Mmmm.”

“Good.”

She pushed him back against the workbench and dropped to her knees, her gaze holding his as she popped open the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper.

He was already hard, his underpants bulging between his now open fly. She rubbed his cock through the fabric, her fingers hooked over the elastic in his underwear. He leaned back, resting his weight on one arm, hand pressed against the workbench. With his other hand he ran his fingers through her hair, his thumb brushing her ear.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she said with a grin, as she applied pressure to his waistband, freeing his cock with one quick movement.

She kept her gaze fixed on his, a twinkle in her eye as she ran her tongue from the bottom of his shaft, all the way to the tip.

He groaned, a shudder travelling his body, and she brought one hand up to cup his scrotum, gently rolling a ball between her fingers as she closed her mouth over his shaft, opening her throat to take him whole.

Patrick threw his head back. “Fuck, that’s good.” His fingers tangled in her hair; encouraging but not controlling her.

Angie closed her eyes, forcing herself to go that little bit deeper. Her breasts and clit were tingling, a heat spiralling up her spine.

She pulled back, sliding her lips back to flick her tongue against the tip of his cock to probe the tiny slit with her tongue. As she held him with her mouth she took her hands off him to unbutton her blouse.

She began to bob, building up to a rhythm. She returned a hand to his hip for better support, while the other hand pushed the cups of her bra back, the cool air sending more jolts of pleasure through her nipples and along her spine. She began to pinch and squeeze each nipple, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of a breast as she sucked and licked. She closed her eyes to better focus on the sensations, but Patrick’s “Oh!” made her open her eyes again, and she saw he was looking down at her now, his eyes taking in every movement of her hand on her breasts.

His cock twitched, and his scent changed, and Angie knew before he said it that he was close.

Pleasure spiralled in her own body-the sensations were intoxicating-as she focused all her attention on her husband.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” He grunted, as a thick spurt of cum shot down her throat. Angie swallowed, then continued to lick and suck as another two thick spurts of cum covered her tongue. She cleaned the last of the cum off his cock, and then pulled back, swallowing before standing to meet Patrick’s lips with her own.

“God, you’re good, woman!” He growled the words, sending another shiver up Angie’s spine. “Must be your turn.” He grinned, lifting her up to sit her on his workbench.

He pushed her blouse off her shoulders, moving in for a kiss as his hands reached behind her back to unclip her bra in one practised movement.

As the bra dropped to the floor Patrick’s hands covered her breasts, his contrasting warmth sending a soft moan between Angie’s lips. She opened her mouth wider, her tongue meeting his, and brought one hand up to brush her fingers through his hair, her thumb brushing gently against his neck.

His hands slid under her arms, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs as their mouths melded together. Finally he came up for air, taking a breath before kissing across her collarbone and down her chest to replace his warm thumb, with his hot, moist mouth.

She moaned again and he flicked her nipple with his tongue as his hands moved down her body to her skirt, pushing it up to her waistline to get to the elastic of her panties. He hooked one finger through, pausing to run his thumb over her cleft, as he gave her other nipple a quick lick, and then he pulled back, taking hold of either side of her underwear to remove it.

Angie wriggled forward on the workbench, using her arms to support her as she lifted her bottom to allow Patrick to slide the panties past her hips and down her legs, to discard them on the floor. She watched him as his eyes followed the line of her legs, and she spread them for him, leaning back as much as the space would allow to invite him in.

He didn’t need any instruction. He kissed along the inside of her right thigh, and Angie closed her eyes, allowing her attention to be taken completely by her husbands’ touch.

His face reached her pussy, and he inhaled deeply, nuzzling into her pubic hair to find her clit with his nose. He put out his tongue — Angie felt the length of it rest along the outside of her lower lips, and then his tongue was at her clit, lapping at it; gently at first, then harder, each touch sending sparks shooting across Angie’s skin and electrifying her body.

He paused, ran his tongue the length of her slit, and then back again, his tongue pushing into her cunt as he put a thumb to work on her clit. Angie moaned again, and his thumb pressed harder, rubbing over and around the spot.

She felt the waves build, and her hips began to thrust of their own accord, jumping off the workbench.

Patrick paused, pulling away slightly to insert two and then three fingers into her dripping pussy. He curled them upwards, finding her g-spot and rubbing. Angie opened her eyes, to see him watching her intently. He lowered his face, his gaze never leaving hers, and licked at her clit, sending fresh sparks through her body, and she jolted, her eyes closing, her body no longer under her control.

He licked her clit again, and Angie felt the spasm of her cleft around his fingers, and the welling inside her.

“I’m coming.” The words were panted, but Patrick lowered his head further and lapped at her juices as they sprayed out, his fingers still working her g-spot as her hips thrust of their own accord.

“Fuck.” She leaned back against the wall, her arms no longer able to hold her weight, and Patrick stood, withdrawing his fingers and taking a hand, pulling her to a sitting position.

“Good?” he asked.

“Fucking amazing.”

Outside the dog started barking, and Angie realised she could hear the purr of an engine in the driveway.

“Just in time, too.” She grinned, leaning in for a kiss. She slid off the workbench, buttoned her blouse and straightened her skirt as Patrick zipped up his fly.

At the sound of first one, then another, car door slamming she ran her fingers quickly through her hair, heading out to the driveway.

“How were they?” She asked Nikki, as the kids raced past to see their dad.

“Good, as always.” Nikki looked Angie up and down. “You look like you’ve had fun.”

Angie grinned. “Oh, yeah. Best child-free hour yet.”

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