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Denise Stockton nervously caressed her firm tits through the material of her filmy nightgown when the doorbell rang. She knew it was Clark. Her husband would have used his key and let himself in.

Yet, she was still nervous. She had been having the affair with Clark Hunter for over a month now, and she still got butterflies in her stomach every time he came over to fuck her.

The thin material flashed around her creamy legs as she ran to the door to let her lover in. Her slender hand trembled slightly, then with greater determination, she slipped back the chain and opened the door for Clark.

Hunter stood in the gathering shadows far a moment, then glided silent as a ghost into the dimly lit hallway. He was a middle-aged man but solid. He didn't believe in letting himself go to flab. His stomach was firm and hard, and his muscles were powerful Denise loved it when he pulled her body down hard against his and crushed her in his passionate embrace.

"Clark, you're late! What happened?"

"Sorry, doll, but the traffic's fierce tonight. I guess it must be the crowd from the baseball game that made things so rough. Did you miss me?"

He knew the answer immediately. Denise threw her arms around his neck and smothered his face with her wet, lustful kisses. Clark didn't mind the attention in the least. He loved the idea of having such a gorgeous brunette for a mistress. Denise had tits that were ample; not too big, but big enough. Clark thought that anything more than a mouthful or a handful was a waste of good tit flesh.

The man felt the aroused tips of Denise's boobs poking into his chest while she kissed him. His hands roved restlessly up and down her back and finally came to rest on the smooth lines of her taut ass. Denise was only twenty-two, but she had been married for five years. Clark would have smiled if Denise's mouth hadn't been so eagerly pressed against his.

Seducing her had been a snap.

Clark didn't have any delusions about his masculinity. He knew he was an attractive man and in good shape, but it wasn't every day a looker like Denise came along. When he realized that she'd never fucked a man other than her husband, it was simple to seduce her.

He sensed she was both tired of her husband, Ray, and curious about what she had missed by being married while other chicks were out laying every guy who came along.

Clark had met Denise at a party given by the real estate firm Ray worked for, and the rest was history. Their first meeting had been tense, then Clark had managed to break through the nervousness of the scene and fucked the hell out of Denise.

He knew that the five years of marriage to Ray had never given her an orgasm from the way she looked at him after he had finished reaming her tight, hot cunt.

Denise broke off the kiss and hung suspended from Clark's neck like a gorgeous, sexy necklace.

"Damn right I missed you!" she cried.

Clark studied the woman in the twilight of the hallway. He felt his cock growing harder and harder as he looked into her glowing eyes, eyes radiating nothing but yearning for his long, hard dick. Clark managed to break the hypnotic stare and look farther down the woman's well formed body.

When he came to the half exposed tits bulging up out of her nightgown like fleshy melons, Clark felt his cock snap rigidly to attention in the prison of his trousers. Those boobs were just too much for the man to look at without doing something.

Clark buried his face between the twin mounds of doughy flesh and began to lap and lick and kiss.

While his mouth was avidly at work stimulating Denise's boobs, Clark's hands began to squeeze the convenient handholds of her asscheeks. The meaty globes flowed under his powerful grip and made sure the woman didn't try to escape.

As if Denise wanted to!

She had been waiting all day for her raven haired lover to come. Ray had been out of town on a business trip for almost a week, and Denise had gotten so damned horny, she masturbated every morning and fucked Clark every night.

She felt the fires inside her cunt begin to burn with a fierceness that she never experienced with Ray. Her husband was simply unable to turn her on like Clark did.

Denise didn't know if it was because Clark was illicit or not. She thought it was very kinky to have a lover. It was also adultery, and her strict upbringing told her it was wrong.

But it was even, more wrong that Ray couldn't give her an orgasm. After five years of fucking, not once had she experienced an orgasm. The very first time Ray screwed her and took her cherry had been paradise. She had married him only to find that a silly teenager's notions of a good lay were different from what a more mature woman expected, needed.

The first time she had balled Clark had been paradise, too. But it was a completely different type of paradise. She had come with the pent up force of five years of almost constant fucking. The denied sexuality had found its release at long last.

Her morals told her it was wrong to keep meeting Clark while she was still married to Ray. But her cunt was the more dominant. It told her Clark was a good lover, that she needed him badly to feed her sexual fires, to satisfy her craving for a good lay.

The feel of his hands on her butt sent tingly sensations knifing into her cunt and made it water. His lips on her partially exposed boobs increased the woman's breathing rate until she was gasping for air. Denise sounded like a fish out of water, yet it was so damned nice!

The brunette felt her tits expand with the added blood as her frenzied heart pumped wildly. When her boobs felt like milk bags getting ready to explode, she gasped out, "Clark, oh, Clark! Fuck me! I need your cock inside me!"

The man lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hallway to the bedroom. All the while, his mouth never left her tits. Clark was getting off on mouthing Denise's knockers and wasn't going to stop now. When she was properly aroused and trembling with suppressed lust for him, then and only then would he abandon those succulent mountains of marshmallowy flesh and fuck the hell out of her.

Clark stumbled into the bed and fell full length on it, Denise crushed under his massive weight. Denise didn't complain. To her, this was the culmination of her day of patient waiting for her lover. This was her reward for being so calm and collected. Now, she'd get the screwing she so desperately needed.

How her cunt ached for long, vibrant cock!

The front of her nightgown fell open and fully exposed her heaving boobs to Clark's lusting gaze.

"Fuck me, Clark, fuck meeee! Ohhhh!"

The man moved his hand from her rounded buttcheeks to the youthful, firmly fleshed thigh. He had run his groping hand up the lily white pathway until it found the matted pussy bush hidden at the vee of the brunette's thighs. Clark's hand quickly shot up the tight, hot tunnel of Denise's flowing cunt.

Denise felt her lover's hand stroke upwards along her leg. The pressure on her thigh made her wiggle and tremble in anticipation. He was so close to her steaming cunt!

When Clark's finger dived into her frothy pussy, Denise cried out, "Ooooooh yesss!" Her cunt hole was impaled by his digit. The woman wiggled and shoved her hips down in a vain attempt to fuck herself on his finger. The tiny rod was simply not enough for the wanton woman.

Clark knew that and immediately added a second finger up her twat. He loved the feeling of power he had over the struggling, naked beauty stretched out in front of him on the bed. Every time he wiggled his fingers buried up inside the woman's gushing twat, she'd begin to buck and hunch up to meet the thrust.

"How's that, sweetheart?"

He started to twist and flex his fingers in her hole at the same time. Denise felt searing knives of fire leap into her belly. Her cunt was on fire with the lust she held for Clark. She didn't want his fingers crammed up her twat.