You wake up, momentarily disoriented, briefly unsure it is in fact Saturday and there’s no need to rush to get ready for work. You review the day’s tasks in your mind; some laundry, stop by Home Depot, fix the bathroom faucet, clean out the gutters. And then play with the kids and all that small children entail. Maybe grab a beer with a buddy tonight, catch the game. If the wife doesn’t object too much. A full day, lots to do. Time to get going. A quick shower and dressed. Now for coffee.
As you’re fixing your first cup of the day, wife reminds you she’s taking kiddos to Jumping Jacks this morning for play date. They’ll be gone about two hours before it’s time for lunch and naps. You regroup, head to Home Depot first so that you can tackle home projects unimpeded by little people. They’re heading out as you pull into the driveway. By the way, she says, neighbor stopped by this morning – her husband is out of town and she asked if you could come by and help her with moving some stuff into the attic. She told her you’d be happy to. And off they go.
Damn, you think. I don’t have time for this. But…you head next door so you can at least tick something off the list. Front door is open to catch the warm spring breeze through screen door. You knock, but no answer. You can hear a radio playing, so you let yourself in, calling out so as not to startle her. Still no answer. You follow the sound of the music, and find yourself outside the master suite. Now you hear water running – damn, she’s in the shower. You back away slowly as you hear the water go off. You decide to wait in the kitchen and call out to her again after a minute to let her know you’re there.
She comes around the corner in nothing but a towel, which surprises you, but whatever. She’s always been kinda hot, but quiet. Doesn’t speak up much. Defers to her husband a lot when they’re out socially. Looks kinda cute with her wet hair and bath sheet tucked around her. She apologizes and asks you to wait, tells you she’ll be right back. As she turns and walks away, you realize she must have known you’d be heading over as soon as you got home. Your imagination is now piqued…did she plan for you to catch her in the shower? Is she coming on to you in her quiet, demure way? Hmmm. That’s kinda hot. You’ve got a semi going even. You tell yourself to get a grip.
More time passes than you would have expected. You decide to head back towards the bedroom, calling out as you go that you’ll come back later when she’s ready. As you reach the doorway, you realize she’s just standing there in front of her mirror, wearing nothing but the briefest, barest cream lace panties…holy fuck! You’re staring at her with your mouth hanging open. She’s staring at you in the mirror. She makes no move to cover herself, just stares back at you for maybe 10 seconds before she lowers her eyes, looking down, not saying a word. The tension in the room escalates a hundredfold. She seems to be waiting for something. The pieces fall into place in your mind…she’s waiting for you to take the lead, tell her what to do, make her do…whatever. You approach her from behind, wrap your arms around her to restrain her arms, run your lips along her shoulder, nuzzle her ear and neck. Her eyes are closed, her breathing quickens. There’s a lovely flush spreading across her cheeks and over her bare chest. You turn her around, hold her arms behind her back with one hand, wrap your fingers in her wet hair with the other. You pull her hair, forcing her head back and down, and cover her mouth with yours, forcing her mouth open and roughly exploring her with your tongue. She’s so responsive, so different from the last time you shared anything like this with the wife. You draw her snug against you, your cock straining against your jeans and pressing against her. You haven’t been this hard in months.
Your hands move to her breasts, thumbing the nipples, making them harden and stand at attention, squeezing and pulling them taut. You let your hand travel downward, sliding under the edge of those pretty panties, seeking that sweet pussy you can only imagine. Parting those lips, roughly plunging a finger in. Fuck, she’s so wet.
You speak, the only words you plan to exchange. You tell her to take off those fucking panties and, as you watch yourselves in the mirror, she complies. You release your cock from your jeans, leaving them on. You bend her forward and grab her hips, pulling that sweet ass towards you as you bury yourself balls deep in her warm wet slit. She moans gently as you split her. You begin to thrust in and out, slowly at first, and she matches you thrust for thrust, pushing back on your cock over and over. Your pace quickens; before you know it you are pounding her like there’s no tomorrow and her soft cries are spurring you on. You reach around and finger her clit as you rail, and those soft cries turn to little screams. You thrust deeply…once, twice, and a third time, burying your cock in her as you feel shock waves running through her. Her orgasm sends you over the edge and you spurt deep in her, emptying yourself.
She looks up at you with a small smile in the mirror as you withdraw and straighten yourself. She rises and puts those panties back on, and then the clothes you can see she’s laid out on the bed. You know you’ll be leaking out of her for a long time and somehow, that’s hotter than you could have imagined.
She walks back to the kitchen with you and you ask about the stuff she needed moved, but she tells you it can wait. You realize the family will be home soon and you haven’t gotten a thing done yet. So, you mention all the stuff on your plate today and head for the door. You turn as you’re headed out, say thanks because you don’t know what else to say, and head next door, shaking your head. Who’d have thought?
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