The Football Player's Wife

Dayana closed her eyes when their lips touched. But she opened them widely again when she felt hands on her breasts. She looked down and Wendell's hands were on her silver-clad breasts, cupping and squeezing and stroking gently.

"Do you like these black titties?" she asked him.

"Hell, yeah," Wendell nodded.

"Here, baby," Dayana laughed. She pulled the top of her dress down to expose her breasts to Wendell. She nearly melted as his hands gently touched her bare breasts. His touch felt even better without a layer of fabric in the way.

Wendell stared at her breasts as he caressed them. They were the same color, coffee with milk added, the nipples a darker shade of brown. He licked at her nipple. Dayana moaned and arched her back into him, slipping her hand around the back of his head, allowing Wendell easier access. He took her nipple further into his mouth and began to nibble and suck on it.

Dayana's answer was a sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth.

She didn't protest one bit when she felt his hands tug at the bottom hem of her dress and pull it up, felt his hands brush her bare ass. She gasped and started when she felt his hand on her feminine parts. She felt his hand slow down.

"Oh god, don't stop, baby," she pleaded with him.

Wendell's hand started moving again. Then the pleasure took over, and she moved her hips against his hand until she was dripping with desire.