My wife and I recently opened up our relationship to spice things up a bit. Usually we try to bring someone into bed with both of us, but we occasionally go solo, turning Tinder into a friendly competition. When she left for a girls’ night out on the town, I decided to set a date with one of my matches, Anne. A mid 40’s divorced professional, Anne is brunette, buxom, and bespectacled, fulfilling every guy’s fantasy of a hot teacher or librarian.
We decide to finally meet at a hole-in-the-wall dive bar in town, settling in a small booth meant just for two. Her pleasantly plump figure fills her tight blouse, dangling necklace engulfed by her generous cleavage. Our fingers entwine as we flirt, continuing our conversation from our texts. A fifteen to twenty year age gap only heightens the tension as Anne leans forward, soft glossy lips planting a wet kiss. I pull her around to my side of the tiny booth, settling her in half in my lap – her taut ass rubbing against my growing erection.
My tongue flicks into her mouth, savoring her taste as we kiss, soft moans swallowed by the pop music swelling in the bar. My hand runs up and down her thigh, caressing the soft skin as I slide my way up her skirt. Expecting soft cloth, my fingers instead find her wet labia and pubic hair. Emboldened by my touch, Anne begins to grind against my fingers before stopping and asking about taking things to my place. Filled with lust, we pay for our drinks and thumb my phone for an Uber.
Back at my apartment, we stumble into the darkness, hands fondling and groping wildly as we head to the bedroom. Flipping a light on, the silhouette of my wife’s sleeping figure causes Anne’s breath to catch. Passed out from a night of heavy sleeping, my wife’s chest rises and falls, undisturbed from the intrusion. Shutting the light off and closing the door quietly, I lead Anne by the hand to the kitchen.
Unsure whether this would spell a premature end to the night, I spin to face Anne, mouth half open to whisper. In a graceful move, she kneels and begins to unbuckle my belt. My hand runs through her hair as she pulls my jeans and boxers down in one motion, my cock springing free. Gently, she takes the tip in her warm, wet mouth. Bobbing up and down on the quickly growing cock, her hair begins to cover her beautiful face, obstructing my view of her tits and mouth working my cock. I gather her long brown hair and pull it into a ponytail, alternating between pushing down and pulling gently. Her slurps are quiet but rhythmic as the heat begins to swell in my loins.
The wave of pleasure begins to crest as I pull back from her small mouth, not wanting to cum too quickly. Gently, I lift her onto the counter, spreading her legs as I hike up her skirt. The slightly hairy vulva that greets me causes a twitch in my cock, as if being beckoned home. Resisting the urge to bury my cock immediately, I bend down and begin to kiss and lave Anne’s inner thighs, working my way slowly towards her crotch.
My fingers massage and fondle her legs and stomach as my teasing gets Anne hotter and hotter. Running her hand through my short brown hair, she pulls my face into her warm wetness. My practiced tongue begins to run wild, first drawing shapes, and then beginning to work through the alphabet. Her soft groans tell me I’m scratching the right itch as Anne unbuttons her blouse and undoes the front clasp, her large breasts swinging freely. Her free hand begins to pinch and grope at her left breast, eyes half closed and head rolled back in ecstasy. Her thighs flex and tighten as she cums, rewarding me with grool dripping slowly down my chin.
Whispering her desire of being filled with my semen, I shake my head, remembering the ground rules of using protection. Pulling a condom out, I tear open the packaging and hand it to Anne, already kneeling to give my cock one last teasing kiss before unrolling the rubber over the length of my manhood. As she straightens I lift her back onto the counter and begin to push my tip between her throbbing labia. The head is squeezed tightly as I begin to work my way in, inch-by-inch. Every ridge of her soft pussy feels glorious as my cock is massaged as I begin to thrust.
Pulling her legs around me and locking her arms behind my neck, I lift Anne as I straighten, her pussy impaled on my engorged cock. Turning slowly, I press her against the cold stainless steel fridge and begin to pound away, her entire weight pinned between it and my muscular body. My cock throbs with every motion, the heat of our bodies entwined as we fuck. Her ass slams against the appliance with each thrust as her pussy clenches from her orgasm. She cries out, a lengthy “uh… uh…. UH…” escaping her lips. With the last uttering of her moan, I climax, throbbing cock releasing the pent up cum.
Setting her down, she gives me a wry smile, asking if we can fuck in my bed next time.
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