Love, haven't you grieve enough, Mirabel asked Nina's Dad. I'm tried of waiting for you to come through. We both knew you never loved her and that you only married her because of her family fortune.
You know Nina is a very smart girl, said Nina's Dad and I don't want her to find out about our affairs yet and the secret behind her mother's death.
He slid his arm back around her and kissed her.
While their tongues sensuously stroked each other, his free hand cupped her breast, gently massaging it with his palm pressed against her erect nipple.
He kissed his way downward in a trail; her lower lip, chin, upper throat, lower throat, finally reaching her breasts.
His tongue began deliciously tantalizing her nipples one at a time, circling them, flicking back and forth across them, and just plain licking them.
One of his hands slipped into her panties caressing her pussy, slipped between the lips, finding her clitoris and gently pressing down on it. She slumped back on the couch, moaning softly, virtually helpless under his ministrations.
She became even more aroused losing herself in the sensual delights she was experiencing.
He began kissing his way back up, retracing his earlier downward trail; cleavage, throat, chin, lips.
She pulled her arms back and slid them between them. Tugging at his belt, she unbuckled it, undid the front of his pants and yanked them open as far as she could.
Reaching in she clutched his erect cock, squeezing it tightly. Now it was his turn to lean back as she began moving her hand slowly up and down. She got her first real view of it.
Erect, strong, and clean looking, it sent a thrill through her. It was like some sort of magnet, attracting her, drawing her towards it. She shifted back on the couch, then wordlessly pushed on his hip, indicating for him to move over, to give her room. Once he did this, she turned sideways and bent down and kissed the object of her desire.
Once her lips touched the head, she couldn't stop. She began running her lips up and down the shaft, kissing and licking as she went, occasionally rubbing her cheek against it the way a cat does around something it likes. When she heard him groan, she knew it was time to get serious.
Where is Nina?, Mirabel asked bringing out all her eyes ball. Oh don't worry she went to her friend's place and she's not coming back any time soon, so we have all the nights to ourself, Nina's Dad said.
He started to undress (FINALLY!) and she helped him out of his shirt and undershirt. Undoing his pants again, she saw that his prick was up, not fully erect, but she knew there wasn't going to be any problem, they weren't done by any means.
He eased her back to the side of the bed and she sat down and kicked off her pumps. He sat down beside her and started to take off his shoes and socks. He raised himself up and pushed his pants and underwear down and she knew they were ready for business. Then he kind of swung around off the bed and onto his knees in front of her. She could guess what was about to happen next.
He put his hands on her hips and kissed her naval, the tip of his tongue tickling her exquisitely. Her stomach tightened as she tried to suppress a giggle. Then he started to pull down the waistband of her panties. She leaned back on her elbows and raised her hips so he could get them off her.
When they were down to her knees she settled back down and raised her legs. Once the underwear was gone, before she could lower her legs, he bent down, kissing her lightly on her bare inner thighs, then his tongue traced a path up to her waiting pussy.
He kissed each outer lip before slipping his tongue into the gap between them, where it moved upwards to her clitoris. When it made contact she inhaled in a short series of shallow, sudden, jerking gasps. She came down off her elbows and laid flat on her back, her hands now grabbing the bedsheets and clutching them tightly.
She laid there on her back, her knees pulled back as far as she could, breathing irregularly, being deliciously tortured by his tongue. While his tongue swirled and stroked her, he would periodically push a finger into her, wriggling it and moving in circular motions, then withdrawing it.
But all the time, either tongue or finger attended to her clitoris, driving her erotically forward. She could feel something build up inside her, something that needed a release and that release came in the form of a spine rattling, hip jerking, ass clinching, crushingly intense orgasm.
Her teeth clenched, she moaned like a wounded animal, before emitting a series of gasping sob-like groans as her lower torso seemed wracked with a wave of spasms. She reached down and grabbed one of his hands, pulled it upwards, grabbing it tightly against her belly.
It was almost as if she wanted him to share in this beautiful orgasm he'd created. She guess in moments like this we don't always make sense. If the night ended right there she would have been more than happy.
When it all began to subside, she was lying there limply, breathing heavily, momentarily in a state of exhaustion, still clutching his hand. She felt his hand moving in her grip, raised her head, and opened her eyes. He was standing in front of her, his cock was fully erect now, sticking out and up like the bowsprit on a sailing ship.
She knew the night wasn't over, the best was yet to come (or should I say cum?). She swung herself around on the bed and slid over to the center of the mattress. She held her arms out to him.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, running his hands over her breasts and then bent over and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue making all the more interesting. She slipped a hand over and began stroking his cock and balls. He responded by moving down to kiss her breasts.
The same tongue that had so adeptly worked on her clitoris was now doing the same for her nipples, pressuring them and flicking its way back and forth across them reawakening the fading orgasmic feelings that had just begun to fade. One of his hands was rubbing her pussy; She was ripe for the taking.
He moved into position, pausing for one last kiss. Then supporting himself on one elbow, holding his cock in one hand he directed towards the right spot. Feeling the head of his dick rubbing and probing her cunt sent a thrill through her. When it hit its mark, he moved his hips forward pushing his cock into her; she find penetration to be an exquisite feeling, and this one seemed even more so.
Once in, he slid his arms under her back, supporting himself on his elbows while embracing her. He began taking long, slow, easy thrusts. She raised her legs up and around him, crossing her ankles behind him.
She twisted her hips from side to side, meeting his every forward move with a grinding motion of her own, putting an ever changing pressure on her pussy and stress on her swollen clitoris. Her revived orgasm was resurging rapidly, building up in her, ready to break free.
As he continued drilling into her, she felt herself shiver then a kind of slithery, queasy feeling in her insides. Then there was a rush of indefinable ecstasy laced sensations as her second orgasm of the evening swept through her.
Her arms and legs tightened around him out of reflex as she threw her head back. She heard herself whine out something unintelligible but definitely profanity laden.
Nina came back home and as she was about going to her room, she heard noise coming from her Dad's room so she went check. Lo and behold it was her Dad and Mirabel (her mother's bestfriend).
Dad!!!, she screamed what's going on here?, Are you now fucking Mom's bestfriend?. Tears rolled down her cheek as she there disappointed in her Dad.