The earthen green nylons tasted extra delectable in Caitlyn’s mouth. As a first time lover, but still a girl, she knew that her wet tongue would send shivers down Mistress Winter’s spine.
While her husband was at work, she stayed home mostly alone. Every other day she complained to him about her loneliness and every other time he snapped back at her about his job and how, he had to work.
She had to do something too. It was coded into her feral allure.
Another shout, another waining declaration of authority impassively deflected in the name of indifference if anything and she did her best to rub two sticks together in hopes of igniting the flame that had initially set their brazen hearts aflutter so many years ago but, this was now and as he began to physically resemble a father, her father, the expectations began to rise making the both of them less appealing to each other despite the effect this tiny form of unattainable passion seemed to have.
And with that thought she felt the release of his loins fill her insides as she did her duty as a woman and carefully tucked herself to bed.
‘That’s right he’s working the graveyard shift tonight,’ she thought, resisting the temptation to think sarcastically about it.
What a relief to hear that he had left. To be alone, she could finally breathe. The last thing she wanted was to think that she had lived this long just to perfect the art of fucking her husband.
Barely into her thirties she looked good. And not ‘cougar’ good either. Her shape was not for wear and had I any sense, I would have raped her at every opportunity I had. She was pretty, often wore a one-piece and moved in such a way as give the impression of effortless locomotion. The black-and-white stripe she wore was the best one in her arsenal. A spaghetti-strapped piece that fell in the right places and held in the others. Base as I was, I was especially attracted to the way the roundness of her body gave way to the depths of her torso; which was only amplified by the push and pull or tug a war of a cheap dress that still managed to be casual in some ways but somehow sexy in others. So there is no lack of regret when I say that the force of which I had my way with h3r was the most pleasurable experience of my time with her.
I can remember clearly her desperate sounding gasps. No pleas, just a gulp of ambiguity and a turn of the head to escape my ravishing hands. She was supposed to run away from me and I was supposed to chase her.
Why bother to block the door. My hand cupped in the inner waste was enough to hold her into position. I could have had her right there ass facing me and panty-less rear exposed when she turned around and kissed me right on the lips.
Some rape that turned out to be.
Slowly she knelt down and found my cock in her mouth. Without using any hands she let my dick feel the retraction and made a murmuring rhythmic hiccup as she anticipated the full release I imagine she had been expecting.
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