Crab island 1 - Sex Stories

Crab island 1

... "Did you now? Well, I can admit it freely, the two of you have got me all stirred up." Molly slid her hand behind her and grasped Jack's prick lightly through his slacks. "Oh, yes! So we have." She turned to face him, lacing her arms around his neck and kissing her husband's nose. "Go upstairs; get undressed and wait for me. I'll just put a cover over this food then we'll have ourselves a nice slow fuck. How would you like that?" "Woman, you know I love it when you say things like that. Don't be long." "I won't." In their bedroom Jack undressed quickly and lay on the bed. His prick was half-hard and he reached down and grasped it, stroking, pumping lightly until it was hard and ready. A few moments later Molly came into the room. She paused. "Oh, my, Jack, but that does look good." "And so do you. Get naked, wife." Molly grinned, reaching for the hem of her sweater. It was just moments before she was naked and she knelt over her husband, bending quickly to take him into her generous mouth. Jack hissed his breath in as Molly let him feel her teeth when she let his hardness slip from her mouth. "That should be wet enough," she murmured as she shuffled forward on her knees, took him in a light grasp and guided him into her soaking slit as she lowered herself slowly onto him, wriggling lightly to seat him firmly within herself. "Ahh," she murmured, "you feel fucking great, Jack." She bent forward and gave him a light kiss. "But then, you always do." "Thank you, ma'am. I aim to ...

... please." "Well, you're at least partly on target." "Only partly?" "Jill 'phoned yesterday, when you were at work." "And what did my dear s****r have to say?" "She was asking about the arrangements for the week." Molly began to rise and fall on Jack's prick, letting him come almost out of her warm and welcoming wetness before sliding down again and filling herself. "So, what did you tell her?" Jack was curious, because Molly didn't usually bother him with anything so trivial. He knew there must be something else. "Oh, just the general arrangements, which as you well know she already knew." "So why the call?" "She sounded down, so I asked her. She pretended she didn't want to say anything but I've known her too long and I got it out of her." "So what's bugging little s****r?" "Sex. Or rather the absence of it, in Jill's case. She says she hasn't been laid since the divorce." Jack whistled. "That's almost two years. A lifetime, for someone as horny as my s****r." Molly chuckled, never ceasing her movement. "That's more or less what Jill said, but it gets worse. Or better." "How so?" "She came home early from work, heard a noise and went into Sarah's bedroom - found her and Greg 'fucking like rabbits', to use Jill's phrase." "Ah." "Ah, indeed." "What did she do?" Molly chuckled. "You know Jill. She went up like a balloon, then calmed down and they talked about it. Upshot is, Sarah and Greg were told to be careful that no-one except Jill could catch them, and Jill went to bed that ...