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the death. Damn!

The man ripped the panties from her hips, dropped his pajama bottoms to reveal a curved average-size dick. I felt precum forming as I watched him lift a leg, position himself, surge into her pussy. Our librarian surprised me further as she pistoned back on him, groped his ass, propelling him forward, giving as good as she got.

Precum leaked when the man suddenly pulled out, turned her around and rammed back into her. The man rode his mare, hands twisted into her long hair. She bucked her cowboy high, tetas bouncing in the air. The cherry nipples were distended at least two inches. I licked my lips, imagined suckling those berries.

I stroked myself then, pulled at my tight, wet head, as our librarian thrashed and contorted on the unknown man. I couldn’t close my eyes, couldn’t imagine any other image than the one in front of me. I stroked and watched as they rolled and pitched, his pelvis melded to her ass. Finally, he pulled out, shot his cum over her back.

My hand was slick with my juice. I wanted some loving. I started to keep stroking, get myself off, but no, this hard-on I had was too good for a hand job—especially when I had a wife.

My brick rod bounced as I walked back to the bedroom. She hadn’t moved an inch. I pulled the shirt over my head, dropped my bottoms and slid into bed. She was snoring a little so I knew this was no act.

I skimmed knuckles over her sumptuous JLO ass before palming it. Lifted her hair and rained kisses across her back and neck. I glided lightly up and down her satin skin; was rewarded with a sigh. I ran my hot hands between her knees, rubbed them as they parted for me. I took my time running fingers into her bush…gawddamn, she was already wet…flicking across her clit.

A sharp intake of air.

Good.

My cock pulsed as I slid down her back, between her legs, dipped my head. My tongue already knew the route as it sliced between her lips and headed for her clit.

She moaned then.

My head rotated as I wrote the alphabet and the numbers one to one hundred in her pussy. Her wet lips grasped, clenched…snapped around my tongue. That’s it, talk to Daddy. Her hands could no longer be still. They rubbed over and over my head, nudging, pushing, guiding me.

I lifted, slid her down the bed to my throbbing cock. I seated those lush hips on my thighs before I pushed into her, swerved and pistoned into my hot snatch. She hiccupped, pulled a pillow to her mouth and bit the fabric…but worked her ass like she knew who owned the pussy.

I was in heaven as my slick dick hit all the right spots. Her belly quivered, legs shook as I showed her pussy how much I loved it. I am The Man! Then…she threw her legs over my shoulder and clenched. Her pussy muscles groped, caressed, fisted my cock. Got damn! She was tight! My balls swelled, head mushroomed as she brought the thunder, lightning, hail, cannons and…milked my ass dry.

The following day, it was business as usual. No mention of the great sex the night before and believe me, we hadn’t had mind-stunning sex like that in a minute. It had gotten routine, stale, no real passion behind it. Just convenient.

Clad in a short, but tasteful, skirt that hugged her bountiful ass and nipped in her waist, she rinsed out her coffee cup, gave me a peck to the lips before grabbing her jacket and purse. I watched through the window as she stabbed a number in her phone and smiled as she spoke into it as she backed out of the drive. I had to wonder who she was calling this early and, more important, what was said to make her smile like that.

I stood there, mind heavy, watching the rain tapping against the panes. As our undercover sexpot librarian darted through the drizzle to her car—a dead ringer for the woman from That ’70s Show today—I was determined to get us back on track.

I cooked dinner and had a dozen red roses waiting when she arrived home.

“What’s this about, Tonio?” she asked, flicking her long hair off her shoulders, eyes apprehensive.

I wanted to blurt out, “Your affair,” but instead I just smiled and served her dinner. Besides, I had no proof and didn’t plan to hunt for any. Like my abuela always said, “If you go looking for a booger, you’re bound to find a fat one.” Things would come to a head one way or the other.

I played some Santana, slow-danced her around the room, tried to show her what she meant to me as I grooved her to my groove. But soon, the smile she’d had earlier faded and she excused herself, said she’d had a long day, was feigning sleep as I lay next to her a few hours later. Shit!

The gunning of a motor woke me. I walked to the living room, stared out, smiled as I saw the man from last night hopping off a Harley. My gut clutched, cock lurched as the memory flooded back. I hoped and prayed for a rerun.

My prayers were answered.

Librarian Lady walked into her back room wearing a black shiny getup that had those tits front-and-center, nipples free, ass cheeks hanging out and high-heeled boots. The man crawled on his hands and knees behind her. She held a leash fastened to a choker around his neck in her hands.

This ought to be interesting.

She said something to the man who nodded, head facing the floor. She slapped him then. Oho! I threw my fist over my mouth, stopping the chuckle about to escape as his head snapped back like a boomerang. Chick packed a wallop!

Ms. Librarian then sat on a stool, legs crossed. I watched her red lips bark something to the man. He began licking the tips of her boots. Her lips moved again. The man licked up the boots and to her knees. She parted her legs; revealed those shorts had no center. Her pinkness seared my brain; made my half-mast cock wake to high alert.

The man nibbled inside those skinny thighs as he drifted higher and higher. Our local librarian’s head was thrown back, chest heaving as he reached the mother lode. Her head and neck twisted with abandon as he tongued the hell out of her. Face contorted, body writhing, I lip-read the “Oh God! Oh God!” she spoke to the ceiling.

Shit!

The man switched places, took charge as he pulled the librarian from the stool, shoved her to her knees, pushed his cock between her red lips. She opened wide, swallowed him whole. Her cheeks sucked in, face bounced against his pelvis in relish.

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