Crossdressing (Ryoji/Kotoko) part 3/3
Ryoji pulled Kotoko closer and kissed her. He slid his hands over her back to the clasp of her brassiere. Once loosened, she shrugged the bra off. She nibbled her husband’s neck and licked her way over his collar bones.
Ryoji caressed Kotoko’s breasts as her palm swept under his blouse, moving slowly over his stomach and chest. Her other hand ventured up his skirt. She tickled her fingers over his outer thigh, then grabbed his ass.
Their mouths met over and over in heated kisses, tongues tangling.
Ryoji yanked Kotoko’s panties down past her hips. As her underwear slid to the floor, he took hold of her and fondled her rear end.
Satisfied with groping her husband under his silk top, Kotoko slipped her hand between his legs, causing his skirt to rise even higher.
Ryoji moaned when she wrapped her grip around his cock. His own touch roamed over her naked flesh; her back, her belly, her thighs – everywhere he could reach.
Kotoko kissed him with renewed verve and held him against the wall with her body. She grabbed the hem of his mini-skirt and wrenched the garment up over his hips, then pushed onto his erection and began moving back and forth. Her heat and slickness made him groan with pleasure. He nipped at her shoulders while she squeezed his ass.
They were both panting, limbs grinding, mouths devouring each other.
Kotoko sped up her rocking. She entwined her fingers in her husband’s hair and pulled it so his head tilted back. She sucked on his Adam’s apple while her other hand reached out to brace herself. She took him deeper inside, her pace quickening until she was humping him into the wall.
Ryoji gasped. His fingers dug hard into her hips, the heels of his shoes scraped into the floor, his ankles straining against the straps.
He couldn’t keep from thrusting in response to Kotoko’s movements. She moaned and tugged harder at his hair. The increased friction was hitting her just right.
“Kotoko, oh, Kotoko,” Ryoji repeated her name, the urgency of the word increasing as he got closer to release.
Both their breath was ragged in between moans and grunts.
Kotoko was trembling, her own orgasm getting near. She reached behind Ryoji and yanked the back of his skirt so his ass was completely exposed. She pushed a finger inside him. He was already teetering on the edge; the slightest pressure was all it took.
Ryoji yelled his wife’s name and pumped even more frantically into her as he came.
Kotoko’s fingers twisted in and grabbed Ryoji’s hair; she cried out as she reached her own climax.
They slid to the floor, clinging to each other as their breathing began to slow to normal.
Ryoji held Kotoko, gently stroking her back as she nuzzled into his neck.
“I think I’ll buy you a garter belt and stockings next time.” Kotoko murmured contentedly.