Interest payments

It was a hot August night. The cicadas were sounding their chorus as I stood in the dark under the carport in front of Tom’s truck looking through the screen of the open family room window. I'd hid in the back seat of our pickup on the way to his house so he didn't know I was there. Tom was in a tee shirt and jean shorts sitting on the couch watching a ballgame my wife sitting to his right facing him with her left leg laying folded on the seat her right foot on the floor. So are you ready to make another payment tonight Nancy? He asked. That’s what I’m here for Tom. She said. Good. He replied. How do you want me? My wife asked. Nancy watched as Tom unbuttoned and opened the zipper on his jean shorts to expose his hard ** inside of his briefs. He reached over behind my wife’s neck pulling her face down to his open fly. Open your mouth. Tom command my wife. Nancy opened her mouth as he pushed her face down into his briefs. Now breathe through your mouth your hot breath onto my ** while I finish watching the game. Nancy’s mouth was on his briefs over the shaft of his **. She lay across the couch in her halter top and daisy dukes with her ankles crossed and face in Tom’s **. Nancy just continued to breathe her hot breath on Tom’s ** like he instructed her while he continued to watch the game.
His briefs grew moist from the humidity in the night air and her breath. Growing somewhat impatient she came up off his briefs. Am I going to ** it tonight? She asked. Tom looked at her, pulled his shorts and briefs to his ankles and taking control of her head with a handful of her hair he raised her face up over his ** centering her mouth over it as he held it up. What is that? He asked. Your **? Nancy puzzled. And where does my ** belong Nancy? In my mouth Tom. She replied. Exactly. He said dropping her mouth firmly onto it. You know what to do. He said. And Nancy began to ** on his **. You remember how to ** it right? She nodded her head. The game still played as she sucked. Nancy was now 20 minutes into an oral servicing on his **.
I could see Tom’s bullfrog thighs spread wide, the thick shaft of Tom’s 8 inch ** rising up from his ** curving slightly to the left as it disappeared into my wife little mouth. She had it wide open to accommodate his size and her lips were stretched tightly around it. I could see her saliva glistening on it as it ran down his shaft to his ** and onto the couch. Tom would hold periodically hold her head down on him rapidly thrusting into her mouth before releasing his grip allowing her to ** on her own. I pulled my own ** out and began to ** I was so aroused to actually see Tom’s ** in my wife’s mouth for the first time and how he took advantage of her.
The game ended and Tom’s head lay back eyes closed as my wife continued sucking on his **. That’s a good girl Nancy you just keep sucking.
So how do you blow Julyun? He asked.
My wife came up off of him. Different ways different positions but he likes to pin my head against the bedroom wall or against the back of the couch straddling my torso and ** my mouth. How much longer do I have to ** it Tom it’s been a long time my jaw hurts. You just keep sucking he said pushing her head back down and his ** into her mouth. Nancy continued. ** your mouth on the couch huh? Tom said. Don’t mind if I do. And in one motion Tom turned his hips into my wife’s face putting her on her back, throwing his leg over her without his ** coming out of her mouth, pushing down on her shoulders so her mouth was level with his ** and her back on the seat cushion as he straddled her torso and pinned her head to the back of the couch. Holding the top of her head with one hand and the other under her chin Tom began long slow firm hip thrusts into Nancy’s mouth. AHHHH that’s it take that ** in your throat. OHHHH yeah. Use that sweet little tongue Nancy to lick my ** real soft and slow. Nancy tried to put her hands on Tom’s hips to buffer his thrusts into her throat. No hands! He said. Just hold my ** while I ** your mouth real good. Nancy obediently placed her hands on Tom’s **. OHHHHH UHHHHH OHH YEAH. Your tight little throat and tongue work feels so good on the head of my ** keep doin it. All I could see of my wife was her midriff under his thighs and her legs sticking out from under him with her feet in the floor. Her back, neck and back of her head were in front of Tom pinned to the back of the couch. He continued he’s long slow assault of Nancy’s throat. Pausing periodically with the head of his ** lodged deep into it to make her lick the underside of his shaft soft and slow. OHHHH YEAH. Lick my ** real good Nancy. Lick that **. Tom resumed his thrusts for what seemed like a long time. Pausing, thrusting. I could see my wife tapping him on the hip trying to get a break from him in her mouth but was relentless in his endeavor to ** her throat. Tom began to moan. Here it comes Nancy. He said as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. I could see her moving her feet around like she couldn’t take much more **.
Tom moaned and slowed to long deep slow pause thrusts as his ** poured down her throat. Nancy now kicking her feet trying to swallow ** and ** squeezed Tom’s ** cheeks tightly until he withdrew his ** from her throat. OHHHH I’m weak kneed after that **. Tom said getting up off of my wife. Nancy’s face was a mess. Mascara down her face, watery eyes, her saliva and his ** dripping from her chin. You choked real bad and real hard Tom. I couldn’t help it my ** felt so good on your throat. Tom snatched some Kleenex off the coffee table for her. Here clean yourself up. That’s the best ** I’ve ever felt. Julyun said you were the best. I’m happy you enjoyed it at least. Nancy said. I’ve never taken so much ** in my life.