A Morning Tongue Bath

Peter insists on starting his wife’s day off right with some extra attention between her legs, all while she’s working.

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Before there were superstores and mega malls, Hardwick’s Market had been the only place where the citizens of Beaverton could buy all of their provisions, unless they were willing to travel an hour away. This changed in the 90s, but the market was able to maintain its loyal customers, supplying them with the necessities without having to leave town. Many just liked doing things as they always had, maintaining the status quo and supporting a local business. Others felt it more convenient to walk down the street rather than drive somewhere. And there were many who enjoyed the atmosphere of the long-lived general store that carried anything from eggs and milk to garden gnomes and toasters.

It had always been a family-owned place, Peter Hardwick being the fourth generation to take over the market. He and his wife Lucy kept the store open daily, largely by themselves, with minimal hired help. They may have been the reason why some of the townspeople remained loyal to this place — the warm greetings, attentive service, and the juicy gossip that the couple seemed to have on everyone in town. They were in their late 40s; their only daughter was away at college, and they were still unabashedly in love.

There weren’t many patrons in the store on a weekday morning, but the market was open and Lucy was behind the counter arranging the candy bars that resided there. Her low ponytail swung in time with her as she swayed to Blondie’s Dreaming playing on their old boombox. Her chin bopped along to the song as she mouthed the words along with Debbie Harry.

“There’s my sexy wife,” Peter wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck

“Same place as always.” Lucy reached up to scratch the back of Peter’s head. The feel of him against her always served to relax her, her shoulders slumping and head leaning back into his shoulder.

“You got out of bed so quickly this morning, I didn’t get a chance to start your day off right,” he spoke into her ear. She loved the closeness, the intimacy between them. It felt like something special that not every couple their age still had. She chuckled, imagining what he might have done had she stayed in bed longer.

“We had the dairy delivery first thing this morning. Someone had to be up to accept it.”

“Well, let me give you a little mid-morning boost now.” He kissed down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, while his hands slipped down lower. He rubbed them over her thighs, reaching between them, the fabric of her loose-fitting cotton skirt separating skin from skin.

“Mmm, that’s really nice, honey. But we’ve gotta have the store open. Someone might come in. We don’t have anyone here to keep an eye out.”

“We’ll keep the store open,” he spoke into her neck. “You stay right there, sweetheart.”

Peter sank down to the floor behind her and she felt him hiking up her skirt to reach underneath it. They were always affectionate with each other, but this seemed to be a bit more daring than usual.

“Baby, don’t get too settled in over there. I wouldn’t want you caught in the middle of things if someone were to walk in,” Lucy warned her husband. He didn’t have any intentions of stopping, it seemed.

His hands were on her thighs, spreading them open while his thumbs came dangerously close to her pussy. Lucy braced her hands on the edge of the counter to steady herself, her stance instinctively widening to let him in. She was a sucker for his touch — it was way too hard to resist him.

Peter’s touch was warm and firm over her panties, stroking her pussy. He knew what he was doing, he knew exactly what she liked. He pushed the crotch of her panties aside and let his fingers slip inside them, gliding through her wet folds. Lucy sighed, glancing at the door to check that no one was about to walk in. Everything that Peter was doing felt amazing and she didn’t want him to stop.

His fingers found their way inside, pushing into her channel and working their way in and out. She found herself gripping the edge of the counter a little harder because of how great that felt. Her eyes drooped closed momentarily as he finger-fucked her pussy. A wet sensation hit her senses and she realized that he had spread her ass cheeks open and was licking her tight rear hole.

That was certainly not the moment she wanted to hear the little bell ding over the front door of the shop. Lucy’s eyes flew open and she watched a customer disappear into the housewares aisle.

“Peter, stop!” She hissed down to him, trying to close her legs while he continued to work over her ass and pussy. “Someone just walked on!”

“Relax, it’s ok,” he spoke up to her from underneath her skirt. “No one will even know that I’m down here.” His lips moved right down to her dripping wet slit as soon as those words left his mouth. All Lucy could do was root her legs more firmly to avoid melting.