‘Are you ready?’ the voice questioned and I nodded enthusiastically. 

‘Fuck yes!’ I called out to the TV, too caught up in the lust to realise how silly I must sound. Blame the throbbing in my clit if you will.

‘A lot can be gained from taking things slowly,’ the disembodied voice intoned as delicate hands reached for the hem of the skirt and slowly inched it up over smooth, stocking clad thighs. I was drooling in anticipation as the fabric was bunched up and more flesh was revealed. ‘Sometimes teasing your lover can lead to more intense sex,’ I nodded knowing my wife was an expert tease. What made my pussy clench was the way the woman turned and presented her ass to the camera, her hands slid round to the back of her thighs and continued to slide her skirt up, revealing the tops of her garters and the creamy flesh above. Her hands continued to push upwards, slowly exposing her ass cheeks which she paused to knead and caress. This was accompanied by soft moans of pleasure and she took her time rubbing and exploring the soft flesh. I watched in utter arousal and fascination as she changed her stance, pushing her ass right out and exposing herself to the camera. I could clearly see the lips of her shaven pussy, glistening with moisture and remembered scents hit my pleasure center, my hips bucking in response.

‘Fuck, ‘ I joined in the moans coming from the speakers, I couldn’t resist gently running my fingers over my folds, increasing my arousal. ‘Oh god!’ her fingers slipped over her ass cheeks and began to rub at her tightly puckered asshole as she continued to squeeze and knead her buttocks, I rubbed my own as I mirrored her movements, no denying it was a hot spot and I was flooding as I watched. What would be even hotter would be Spencer’s tongue rimming me. Fuck! I was so wet.

‘Ladies, that’s a more advanced lesson,’ the voice chastised and I moaned in disappointment.This shit was hot. I wasn’t the only one to think so as the girl on screen groaned as she removed her hands completely, stood, stretched, her back muscles rippling, before she turned and walked over to the leather chair situated next to the desk. She settled her self in and I knew it was well and truly play-time. The camera still hadn’t showed the woman’s face but I thought that made it all the hotter as you could really use your imagination and not be put off by a girl not really your type. Of course you know I was imagining Spencer sat there, legs spread, pussy open with her skirt round her hips.