Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Heroine’s Husband with Her Now IX
“Stay there, honey, be patient now.” she smiled. “I think you’re getting your husband all hot and bothered. And we haven’t even started yet. So where were we?”

Ruring brought her hand up to Maris’s face, parted her lips and pushed her finger inside Maris’s mouth. Maris began sucking, greedily. Ruring kept her other hand on Maris’s nipple, squeezing it sharply, as she pushed her finger in and out of Maris’s mouth.

“That’s right,” Ruring encouraged her, “Get it nice and slick for me.’

Maris sucked harder, faster, as Ruring kept her eye on Lucan, needing to keep him focused, contained.

“And, hey,” Ruring called over to him. “We haven’t talked about this amazing…cunt.”

Ruring removed her finger from Maris’s mouth and lifted the hem of her chemise, exposing her thong. Maris was so turned on, she was already soaking wet, the thin fabric doing little to hide the signs of her arousal. Ruring slid her wet finger under the thong and pressed hard onto Maris’s clit, a small cry emanating from Maris’s throat as Ruring began to masturbate her.

“Jeez…” Lucan whistled, squirming in his seat.

He was not really breathing, but suddenly his lungs forced a massive breath down inside him. Although fully clothed, his shorts were tightening impossibly around his cock. He needed release.

“Is this doing it for you, Lucan?” Ruring asked. “It’s doing it for your wife, I can feel it. She’s hot, Lucan, and she’s wet, she’s so fucking wet right now.”

Ruring bent her knees slightly and Maris cried out again as Ruring pushed her finger deep up inside her.

“Oh she’s nice and tight, Lucan, baby.” Ruring whispered. “I can imagine how this tight, little cunt feels around your big, hard cock.”

Maris bucked as she felt Ruring slide another finger into her.

“Yeah, oh yeah, Lucan,” Ruring went on, “She is pouring all over me, she is soaking wet, she loves me fucking her with my fingers. Are you liking it, too?”

“Yes, yes I am…” Lucan gasped, his fingers reaching into his shorts.

“No!” Ruring shouted, “Not yet.”

Lucan obeyed, his cock physically hurting him now, so desperate was it to spring free.

“I’ve been thinking about you both attacking me, all week.” Ruring said, as she pushed her fingers further into Maris. “Did you masturbate about me? Did both of you cum, thinking about me? Huh? I know I did. I fucked myself so hard just thinking about the both of you.”

She leaned into Maris, pulling her body back towards her, hooking her pussy up with her fingers, almost lifting Maris from her feet. Lucan watched his wife’s face, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her partially exposed breasts heaving upon her chest and her legs trembling with desire as Ruring worked her.

“Do you know what else I thought about?” Ruring went on, her mouth inches from Maris’s ear. “I thought about those perfect, luscious lips going down on me. Licking…my…pussy. Sucking…my…cunt! Because I know you’ve never done it, but I know you want to, I know you want to do it so bad, with me. I know you want to eat my pussy, Maris baby, I know how much you want my cunt in your face. So tell me, what are we going to call it, Maris? My plump, pink pussy? My hot, wet cunt? Tell me…”

Maris’s legs were shaking, twitching, her head pushed back against Ruring. She was rising up in her shoes, opening her legs as wide as they would go to give Ruring full access, but then Ruring suddenly removed her damp fingers and began running her hands across Maris’s body instead, feeling every curve, every valley, every crevice of her hot, wet skin. Then Ruring grabbed the chemise and pulled it roughly over Maris’s head, shaking her momentarily from her reverie.

“You want to eat my pussy, don’t you Maris?” Ruring whispered, as Maris stared at her, almost trance-like. “You want my cunt on your face, you want me to cum all over you.”

Lucan continued to watch as his wife stood in front of him in just her thong and skimpy heels. Her pussy was glistening, her nipples like bullets standing hard and stiff upon her chest as Ruring remained behind her, pinching and teasing her.

Then she quickly spun Maris around to face her, giving Lucan a front row view of his wife’s magnificent, tight ass. Ruring kissed Maris fully on the neck, near lips but not on lips, and Maris also moved her wanted more, pulling her hands down the back of Ruring’s robe.

“Lucan, your wife’s a little wet,” Ruring said, as Maris continued to rain kisses upon her face, and neck. “I think she’d be more comfortable naked, don’t you?”

Ruring took a step back from Maris as Lucan reached out and pulled his wife’s ass towards him and slid the thong over her cheeks and down her legs. Stepping out of it, Maris bent down a little, pushing her ass into Lucan’s face. He responded by showering her butt in kisses and grabbing handfuls of flesh, maneuvering himself so he could get at her asshole with his tongue. He could smell how turned on she was, she was pure sex right at that moment, as he buried his face in her ass and searched out her hole with his mouth.

Ruring also knew how turned on Maris was. She began slowly removing her robe, holding Maris’s gaze in hers, never breaking eye contact for a second. As the robe fell to the floor, Ruring unhooked her bra in then stepped closer to Maris and placed Maris’s fingers in the elastic of her boy shorts.

“Help me out of these, baby?” she asked, demurely.

Bending down even further, Maris quickly slid down Ruring’s shorts and began kissing the inside of her bare thighs. Behind her, Lucan was probing Maris’s asshole with his tongue. Ruring reached down, held Maris’s head in her hands and stroked her hair, before stepping back and gently pulling Maris to her feet.

With no words needed, Ruring led Maris the few steps back into the bedroom and lay back on the bed, opening her arms and legs wide. Maris climbed onto the bed and fell on top of Ruring, as Lucan appeared in the doorway, already naked, his hand gripped around his cock as he watched his wife and Ruring get it on right in front of him.