Mark didn’t have to say anything, he knew what he wanted. He moved forward and wrapped his leg around her waist and pressed himself against her. He planted his lips on hers and allowed his tongue to move between them, feeling hers brush eagerly against it. He let out a slight moan as he felt her hand grip his backside and squeeze. After a moment she pulled back and began to kiss softly down his neck, eliciting another moan of pleasure from his lips as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the feeling.
He felt Krista rough hands move up underneath his shirt, and she paused.
“Mark,” she said softly, “are you not wearing a bra?” She asked. Mark sat back and coyly lifted his shirt to reveal his bare breasts. Kristas eyes looked they were about to pop out of her skull, then her expression shifted into a more hungry one. She brought her hand back up and rested it on his breast, brushing her thumb lightly against his nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through his body.
“You’re such a tease!” She growled happily. Suddenly she moved her hands and grabbed him under the arms, lifting him up onto his knees.
“Woah!” Mark gasped, surprised by her strength, “what are you…ohhhh” he sentence was cut short as he felt her lips clamp down over one his nipples, sucking it into her mouth slightly. He felt her tongue dancing over it, and he threw his head back moaning as she moved between each breast, kissing his skin lightly as she did.
Mark could feel his temperature rising, as crotch grew more and more damp with each of her ministrations. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and pushed her back.
“You didn’t like that?” Krista asked looking a little worried.
“Oh I did,” Mark smiled, “but why should I have all the fun” he added as he started to turn around, his panty encased rear now facing his wife. She hooked a finger in the waistband and pulled.
“What possessed you to wear these?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as Mark looked back over his shoulder towards her.
“Maybe I just wanted to dress sexy for my wife… or is it my husband now?” Mark replied with a sultry grin, “do you want me to take them off?” He added slyly. He didn’t even wait for her response as he reached back and peeled then down over his legs, exposing Kristas former pussy to her. He dropped his panties to the floor, then spun around and slid his hand up the front of her jeans. He could feel the hardness of her cock straining again the material. He grabbed hold of the waistband, and deftly popped the button open. Krista, sensing where this was going placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you sure?” She asked gently. Mark paused and looked up at her. He could feel the weight of his breasts hanging from his chest, and the cool air against his completely naked body.
Her question made him think for a moment, was he really about to do what he has in mind.
