Slap And Tickle Sunday

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It was the first thing she became conscious of as she woke that morning: his hand on her ass. She was lying on her stomach and he was sprawled on his back next to her. His hand rested on her right cheek, fingertips hooked over the soft underswell.His thumb caressed her and she sighed, completely content.Only a few minutes later, they were both at the bathroom sink; she, brushing her teeth, he, finishing a quick shave. As he was leaving, she bent to spit.She felt his hand pat and squeeze each cheek in turn as he passed.It was Sunday morning. While making toast and oatmeal and splitting a grapefruit, they passed each other a dozen times. By the time they sat to eat, she felt like her cheeks were humming. Whether it was on her thick cotton robe or when he got under to fondle her little panties, each touch made her feel warm.She changed into yoga pants and an old T-shirt. He slipped on his work shorts, planning to mow the lawn. She got herself a feel of his ass as he went by. He chuckled and adjusted the lay of his manhood but continued on his way.Stacy took care of some e-mails and talked to her mom on the phone for a bit. She stood at the kitchen window and watched Jared as she talked. She didn’t absorb much of the conversation. She toyed with her nipples under her shirt and watched him start to sweat.She said goodbye to her mom and started putting clean dishes away from the washer. When he came into the kitchen, he didn’t content himself with a pat and squeeze. Jared came up behind her when she bent over and pressed otele gelen escort himself against her perfectly presented ass.Among other things he’d noticed was a lack of panty lines under her tights.Stacy pushed back against him, feeling a firm rod splitting her cleft. He bent over her, one hand slipping around and up under her shirt to take possessive hold of her breast. He kissed the back of her neck and whispered, “I saw you watching me. Maybe I should mow nude next week?”She shook with laughter and then shook a little more just to twerk on his bulge.But then he just stood up and wandered away. She pouted but didn’t say anything.When she closed the washer, Jared was in front of the fridge, door wide open, drinking from his jug of water. Rather than admonish him like a child, she came up behind him and grabbed one of his cheeks while whispering in his ear, “I’ll let Mrs. Armstrong next door know. I’m sure she’ll like the show.”He choked on the water and Stacy laughed. Manly bun still in hand, she stuck her other down the front of his shorts to palm his mildly aroused snake. “Oh, don’t laugh. I’ve seen the way she looks at you. That nice old lady is a horny fuck.”She laughed again as she released him and wandered away. “Didn’t she just turn eighty?” Jared asked, nonplused.”What’s that got to do with anything?” Stacy called back from the next room.While she was watering the roses, he snapped the waistband of her tights. A few minutes later balgat escort while he wound the hose for her, she tickled the inside of his thigh, making his leg shake.He got in a good loud slap while she was digging the salmon out of the bottom-load freezer. Her hands were damp and ice cold when she caught up to him and ran them down his back. He yelped dramatically.He chased her around the kitchen island a few times but she wasn’t in the mood to be caught yet. He stared her down across the counter and reached back to turn on the faucet. Drawing like an old-west outlaw, he pulled the sprayer out and got her in the chest.Laughing and sputtering, she didn’t do much to get out of the way. When he cut off the spray, they both looked down at her wet t-shirt.Her hard nips had been visible all morning but now every detail and delicate swell of her breasts were visible and those hard little points were aimed right at him.Cackling madly, she turned and fled. Jared put the sprayer back in its metaphorical holster and adjusted his shorts. He was sorely tempted to run her down and just take her. Sorely, sorely tempted. He shifted his package again.But the day was just beginning and the young husband and wife had apparently found a new game to play. Cop and Dodge? Hands, Hands, Hands? Squeeze and Tease? Maybe they’d come up with a name for it. Or maybe not.*****At around two, Stacy was making the bed after doing the laundry. When she straightened and turned, Jared was elvankent escort in the doorway, watching her. His eyes were slow to rise from where they had been burning a hole in her upturned ass.”Looks like you’ve got me trapped,” she said playfully. But then her eyes spied the dramatic tent in his shorts. Her husband wasn’t just feeling playful. He looked ready to burst.”Oh,” she said quietly. The air crackled. Still at the doorway, Jared thrust his shorts off and kicked them to the side.When she saw her man’s beautiful cock in all its glory, throbbing thick and bobbing unerringly in her direction, the game ended.Her mouth went dry and her nipples tightened. He leered, able to actually see not just the points but her whole areola puff up under her shirt.Oh god. She knew in just a few seconds he’d be able to see a wet mark on her tights. Her pussy was slobbering.Definitely done with games and now that Jared’s focus had moved up to her perky B-cups, she slowly raised the hem of her shirt. Jared took hold of his rigid piece and just watched, waiting for the unveiling.She wanted to see his eye when her nipples appeared. No matter how many timed he’d seen them and ravaged them, her man never got enough of her perfect little palm-fulls.She got the reaction she was waiting for when her bunched-up shirt pulled her swell up for a moment and then released her modest bounty with the subtle, delicious little jiggle he loved.He gripped his cock tighter and just sighed, “Fuck.” She saw a glistening drop form at his slit.She swept her shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. The cool air and Jared’s torch-like gaze made her shiver.She slowly turned back around and bent over the bed again. She bent real low, laying her head down and arching her back. She made a show of taking tiny steps to widen her stance, setting her foot down in a little stomp each time.

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