"Nooooooh," Marcella breathed. But she didn't seek to restrain Joe as he held her skirt and slip rumpled above her waist with one hand while he patted her panty-clad bottom with the other.
His hand glided to the elastic band at the top of her fancy briefs and one finger curled around it. Joe began slowly pulling his wife's panties down.
"Naughty!" she said, her voice thick from liquor, and twisted away from him. Her skirt and slip dropped to conceal her ass and thighs.
"After all these years, Marcella, you're still a tease!" Joe complained, but not angrily.
"How about you – still trying to grab a cheap feel?" she retorted. "And pulling down my pants while we're dancing – shame on you!"
Beth wondered why they had to make such a fuss over balling. Why couldn't they just get naked and do it?
They stopped dancing to pick up their drinks. Joe guided his wife to the sofa.
"I suppose you're going to try to make me right here," Marcella said, "like you did last week."
"You liked it, didn't you?" Joe slipped his arm around her.
"As I recall you were kind of rough that time."
"Only because you wouldn't do something I wanted you to do."
"Now, Joe…!" Marcella's tone was mildly threatening.
"I know," he said with a sigh, and his tone acquired a tinge of bitterness as he added, "Nasty, nasty."
"You never used to be obsessed with that," Marcella said, unwilling even to put the forbidden subject into words. "It must be true about men that the older they get, the dirtier their minds get."
"You don't seem to think it's dirty when I do certain things with you," Joe retorted.
"Did I ever ask you to?" she shot back.
"Oh, Marcella, let's not fight." He kissed her.
Their embrace became more heated, and Joe took the glass from her hand and set it down. He kissed her around the neck. Marcella squirmed against him.
His hand glided down her front and along a thigh to the hem of her skirt. He began slowly pushing her skirt and slip up toward her lap. The entire length of her stockings was exposed and the garters that cinched their tops. Joe pushed her skirt along her garter straps, baring her full, bare thighs.
Their daughter watched with increasing interest. She leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands, her elbows propped on her knees.
Her daddy's hand played around her mother's panties. His fingers worked their way between her soft thighs, forcing her legs apart. He petted Marcella pussy through her clinging black briefs.
Beth became more excited. She imagined that her daddy's hand was touching her between the legs, toying with her baby cunt.
Marcella moaned softly and writhed with obvious pleasure as Joe caressed her intimately. His other hand crept to her back and lowered the zipper on her dress. He lay the garment forward, baring the overloaded cups of her black, strapless bra.
The love play between them seemed to be going much as it had the last time Beth had watched. She wondered whether it would turn out the same way, with her mother refusing to suck her daddy's cock, as she had refused before, and with him getting mad and being rough with her.
Beth couldn't understand why her mother wouldn't do what her daddy wanted. Sucking a cock was fun. Didn't her mommy know that?
Joe unfastened Marcella's brassiere and took it away. Her large breasts relaxed in luscious fullness. Joe took one in each hand.
"Ooooh, bay-beeeeee," Marcella purred.
Joe rolled her titties against each other. He slapped them together, and Beth could hear the fleshy sounds. He lifted one as high as it would go and bent to lick the protruding, ruddy nipple while he kept squeezing and wiggling the other on his other hand.
Marcella's hand moved to his lap.
Yes, it was going the same way as before, Beth noted. But would it end the same?
She hoped not, for Daddy's sake – and for Mommy's sake, too. It was funny, she thought, that she knew more about having fun than her parents did, who had been married for years.
Joe slid his wife's dress down past her hips and off, her half-slip going with it. This left her in panties, garters, and stockings.
Joe bent to lick her soft upper thighs. He kissed closer and closer to the lacy edge of her panties.
Marcella's hand moved to his lap again, but she only caressed him through his trousers. She didn't unzip his fly, as she had done the last time Beth had watched.
She must be afraid of Daddy's prick! the twelve-year-old thought.
Joe stood in front of the couch. Watching his aroused wife, who looked charmingly wanton with her tits bare and a lock of red hair falling across her cheeks, he slowly removed his clothes.
She watched him, as well. She finished the liquor in the glass, as if she felt she needed the courage that it offered.
When Joe lowered his shorts, his prick hung forward – not soft, but not yet rigid.
Beth knew what would make her daddy stiff. Why didn't Mommy do it? she wondered.
Joe lay his wife over onto the couch so that she was stretched out, the full length of it. He knelt next to the couch and began kissing up and down Marcella's body as if he were eating a buffet lunch right off the serving table. He tugged at her nipples while his hands wobbled her responsive breasts. He licked along the top elastic of her panties, nudging the band down far enough so that he could slip his tongue into her crinkled little belly button.
His hand stroked her thighs, his fingers gliding underneath her garter straps and snapping them gently against her smooth flesh. He caressed up and down across the tops of her tightly cinched stockings.
Marcella stirred beneath his caresses, obviously turning on strongly. By the time Joe stretched the top elastic of her panties downward, causing the garment to slide out from under her bottom, she was more than ready for whatever he had in mind.
Joe lay her panties aside, and for a second time Beth, still seated high on the stairs, got a view of her mother's dark, hairy cunt. The girl was intensely fascinated, now that her parents' lovemaking had reached an advanced stage. The only trouble with it was, Beth thought, her father was doing everything while her mother just lay there.
What's wrong with Mommy? she wondered.
Joe lifted his wife's near leg, hooking it over his shoulder as he bent to the inviting feast between her thighs. He licked her hairy cunt-lips, titillating his palate and his olfactory sense. Gradually his insistent tongue wiggled into Marcella's slit.
She gasped and tightened the curl of her leg around the back of her husband's head as he licked up and down her slippery sexual furrow. His tongue tantalizingly stroked her clit, then glided lower on her slit to the mouth of her vagina.
Marcella writhed. She began using her hands to pull her husband's head more firmly against her, to try to get him to fuck her with his wet, wiggly tongue.
His nose was pressed against the top of her pussy as his tongue sank into her clasping hole, which seemed to have been greased with melted butter. He breathed in the rich scent of her arousal. His tongue reported the special tang he liked.
He licked generously up and down her meaty cunt, spending more time with her clit, then dipping into her hole again. He clasped her clit between his lips and sucked on it.
Marcella hips lurched. She cried out.
Suddenly Joe sprang to his feet and mounted his wife – but in a way he had never done before: he straddled her head while facing her feet. As he bend into the humid V of her thighs, Marcella stared up in alarm at his hairy balls and his stiffly extended prick.
Joe lowered his crotch slightly so that his balls came to rest astride Marcella's nose.
That was enough for her.
She began to push frantically against him, tossing her head from side to side and making anguished sounds from behind closed lips. She was trying desperately not to breathe, lest she catch a further whiff of his nasty cock and balls.