Pat was always trying to make her wear sexier and more revealing clothes. In the laundry, Harry picked her up by the waist and put her on the washing machine. Sucking on his tongue, she moaned when she felt the hard lump in his pants rub into the cleft of her cunt.
For his thirty fifth birthday party she had finally acquiesced. "Quickly," she said, "before someone discovers us." She leaned back on the machine and raised her hips to allow him to pull her panties off.
He came right up to her, took her drink from her hand and pressed against her until her back was against the kitchen wall. She found her hips were moving in time to the finger running the length of her slit. Suddenly Harry's hands moved very rapidly and he held up her bra for her to see. Harry sped up the pace when she kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth.
Leaning on her he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. Kathy moaned into his mouth as her orgasm hit, racking her body with its intensity.
She hated it when Pat did that but this seemed to be different and she allowed it with little struggle. Finally gaining control of herself, she pushed the softly probing hand away and broke off the kiss. But she could still feel where the finger had touched her. As soon as they had finished, they heard someone moving around in the kitchen.