The dinner was now done and Janet wouldn’t allow him to help clear the table. He sat and waited. He hadn’t heard shuffling in the kitchen in quite a while and just as he was ready to get up and look for her she came back in the room. She had gotten rid of her robe and came strolling in naked except for some nice chunky shoes and a canvas bag.

She walked up to him, John’s face just at her cleanly shaven mound. His eyes grew big as she had never been without hair there before.

“Do you like it” she said as she rubbed it slowly.

“It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen” He replied somewhat mumbled.

“No that comes in a little while” she said, once again leaving him dumbfounded.

She placed her fingers under his chin and he took the hint and rose up onto his feet. Janet reaches into her bag and brings out a bottle. She hands it to him and he sees it is a new bottle of massage oil in his favorite smell. Janet puts down her bag and lies face down on the couch. Needing no encouragement he quickly drops his robe and straddles her ass.

John dumps a healthy amount of oil into his palm and rubs his two hands together. He begins at her shoulders gently kneading both of them while spreading the oil around. She turns her head to the side and looks up into his eyes with a small grin. He continues to rub up and down her back, his half erect cock resting between her but cheeks the whole time. John continues to work on Janet’s back for 20 or so minutes and she is getting quite relaxed in the muscles. Then she looks up at him again.

“Lower now please”, she says to him.

John scoots down just a bit his cock growing by the second. He puts more lotion directly on her ample cheeks and begins to rub them all around. Damn I love this ass, he thinks to himself as his hands get slightly rougher.

Even though she seems to be enjoying the pleasure as is, he feels her ass wriggle a bit below him and decides he thinks he knows what she wants. He starts rubbing his hands between her cheeks getting both sides of her ass nice and slick. Then instead of checking with his finger he moves his hips just a bit forward and pushes the head of his cock behind her ass just above her thighs. Yes, he immediately knows his rubbing has been successful. The head of his cock encounters very wet lips and the head just slides right in as he pushes his hips down. Her reaction it immediate, a soft moan escapes her lips as he pushes more of his cock into Janet.

She begins to rock her ass back and forth and each time lifting herself more off the couch. With each of her movements he sinks deeper into her and she moans a little louder. John can take the slow movements only so long and grabs her by the handles and pulls into her all the way. She lets out a small yelp and he begins to thrust back and forth hard.

John is a little shocked at how loud Janet is being, she is usually quite quiet and it only encourages him. He is gripping her too hard he knows but she doesn’t seem to care as he gets rougher with each thrust. John watches as she quickly shoots a hand down between her legs. It must have needed only a few touches to set it off because seconds later she began to buck in his hands and her pussy gripped around his cock milking it. She came and came and the animal like noises that escaped her brought John to the edge.

Janet continued to cum and just when John couldn’t take anymore he pulls out of her and begins to pump his leaky cock behind her. She suddenly reached back and pulled apart her lovely ass cheeks just as the first blast of cum shot out and ended up painting her puckering hole. He came and came more than he had ever before.

John collapsed onto her back and as they laid there for a few minutes their breathing getting in tune with each others, they said nothing. After the brief break Janet slipped out from under him and sat him up pulling on his chin once again.

“I am not near done with you” she said and then looked down at his dripping deflating member. “But I don’t need that for the next thing you will do to me” and with that she winked and reached back into her bag….

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