The next day, Mr. Jones loaded his car to go home. He looked annoyed. July 4 fell on Wednesday, and Mr. Jones had to drive all day to work in Massachusetts for one day, and then return to the beach house again. He asked if I wanted to work in a flower bed for his wife. I'm over, said YES. Mrs. Jones went out to kiss him goodbye. Strange, but I felt a sense of superiority when I saw how she kisses her husband with her lips, which just a week before were wrapped around my penis.

I undressed, leaving only the shorts, and began to dig a flower bed when he left. Tristan was walking with Mary. Less than five minutes had passed since Mr. Jones had driven away from the house, and Mrs. Jones had gone to the pool in the most frank bikini I had ever seen. It was white, and the cups were so small that they barely covered her nipples. If she went to a beach in such a bikini, she would be arrested.

She must have wanted to make sure that I work well, because all the time while I was digging up a flower bed, I looked at my chest.

When I finished, Mrs. Jones jumped into the pool. She climbed out beside me, and my tongue dropped to the floor. The bikini was completely transparent from moisture. So close I have not seen her naked. She arched her back and shook her breasts as she began to shake off the water from her long blond hair. I had an erection immediately.

“My God,” she said when she saw my erection. “We will take care of this monster, right?”

I went to her house. She fell into my arms as soon as we were safe from prying eyes. We kissed passionately.

Mrs. Jones pulled back, and her bikini fell to the floor. "Chad, you are a naughty boy."

“I did not untie him, Mrs. Jones. I swear, ”I said, looking at her incredible body, which for the first time was completely naked in front of me. There were no more teasing flashes under the bikini and underwear.

“It's okay,” she said, obviously enjoying my fear of her body.

She knelt down and pulled my shorts down, immediately kissing my dick as soon as he was free. We were interrupted by a phone call.

She got a little angry, but still got up to answer. “What?” She said to the speaker. Her eyes fell on me again, and she said, “He's not there,” then she hung up. “Someone wanted Tristan,” she said, returning to me.

Mrs. Jones’s mouth came back to my dick again, and soon she was jumping up and down. She almost brought me to orgasm before she got up and led me to the bedroom.

I lay on my back on the bed and Mrs. Jones lay down next to me and continued to suck my dick. I just lay on my back with a stupid smile on my face, and enjoyed the feelings. I looked around and stared at Mr. Jones's picture. For some reason, I giggled, presenting a weak member of the old fool. The way women reacted to my dick began to influence me, and I swore that I would behave more modestly. Next to the photo of Mr. Jones was another photo with Tristan, in which he was still quite a teenager and smiled at his devilish grin. I felt a pang of guilt, I remembered how he changed clothes, and the memory of his small penis again awakened in me a feeling of superiority and self-satisfaction.

Mrs. Jones took a break, stopping sucking my dick. Even I have never seen him so big and bloodshot. It was all purple and large veins stood out along its entire length. Fortunately, she distracted my thoughts from having to finish, putting my pussy in my mouth.

She sat on my face and I began to lick her and enjoy the sight of a narrow strip of pubic hair going to her heaving abdomen and her bouncing breasts when she squirmed in my tongue. She finished at about every fifth jump.

Mrs. Jones taught me a few new things that day. When she was sitting on my face, she turned around and suddenly I had a view of the crack between her buttocks and her pretty, small anus. Then I felt her lips again lay on my dick.

I liked this position, because we both could satisfy each other at the same time. Later, she told me that this position was called 69. Every time she moved her head, she pussy rubbed on my mouth. Mrs. Jones completely swallowed all my dick in her mouth, making a deep blowjob, which seemed to give her easier and easier than the more we do it.

A few minutes later I felt like my cock was discharged into her mouth. I mumbled in her pussy when finished. The way she led me to orgasm several times made the sensation of this orgasm even better. I finished with the whole bucket. I think the amount of my sperm surprised even Mrs. Jones. I know, because when she turned to me, my sperm covered her face and hair and she took a few more sips.

Mrs. Jones went to wash. When she returned, she said, “Chad, you must be tired of working with a shovel. Why don't you turn around and I will give you a massage. ”

The idea that a sexy naked woman would massage me again made my dick move. I could not say no.

I lay contented while Mrs. Jones massaged my back. She straddled my legs and lowered my back. She began to move her body further along my legs, massaging the muscles on my back, and making my way to my shoulders. I got up again when I felt her pubic hair tickle my buttocks.

“Roll over and I will massage your chest,” Mrs. Jones whispered in my ear.

She raised her body and I rolled over. I felt the pubic hair on my testicles, and her big breasts dangled right in front of my face. My dick jumped up with excitement. He rose above the navel when it hardened, and Mrs. Jones lifted my dick to massage my dice. She pulled away from them and went to my chest. When she did, her pussy slid over my balls to the base of my penis and on to the head. She was wet and seemed to radiate heat. She moaned when she massaged my pecs, sliding up and down the entire length of my shaft.

It turned out that it is very hard to think clearly when all the blood from the head goes down to the penis. I wanted to fuck this sexy woman more than anything I ever wanted in my life. Feeling from her warm pussy, rubbing about my dick, drove me crazy. I knew that if I did not put an end to it, now I would break one of the commandments of the Lord. “Mrs. Jones, please stop,” I groaned through gritted teeth.

“Just let me massage your neck and then I’ll stop,” she replied. I noticed that she was breathing heavily and how her nipples bulged.

I will never forget this moment until the end of my life. When she leaned over to massage my back, her pussy slid on the head of my cock and I felt how her lips swallowed her.

Her pussy was hot and wet, and squeezed my dick's head like a vice. A deep sense of satisfaction filled me. I tried to pull away, but she pressed herself against me, holding me down. “Mrs. Jones,” I exclaimed, “do we not commit adultery?”

“Only if you cum in me, Chad,” she said.

I opened my mouth to protest, but she stuffed one of her nipples into it. The teasing look of her nipples, which I had watched earlier, made me dream of them, and today I didn’t just look at them, I sucked them. Shut up and concentrate on her big breasts. I began to suck her nipples as she sucked my dick. My tongue teased the tips and licked its little rods.

Suddenly her nipples left my mouth, and Mrs. Jones arched her back. Her nails dug into my chest when she screamed from the orgasm. She shook and collapsed on me.