[MF] Sex for lunch

Here is a quick little sexcapade I’d like to share with all of you. I hope some find it hot. I certainly did.

It was a crummy day outside, raining and grey. My job is physical, outside work but on that day, the rest of my crew and I were looking for excuses to be inside and dry. I had the work truck to myself which is rare, and I happened to be working close to my own neighborhood.

Lunch was getting close and I decided to take it at home so I sent a text to my wife in the off chance she would be home when I swung by. I didn’t receive an answer by the time noon rolled around so I figured she was out and busy.

I pulled into our driveway and happily spotted her car still parked in our driveway.
I made a quick dash through the rain for the front door and dove inside before I could get too wet.

“Hi hon” I yelled as I struggled to shed my boots and jacket.

“Hi, I’m in the kitchen…” my wife, Julie, responded. “and I got your text.” I made my way into our small kitchen. She greeted me in her apron holding out a mug of hot coffee. “I Thought you might need a warm up… and motivation, babe..”

I thanked her, reached for the mug and then did a double-take as I realized the apron was all she was wearing. I instinctively set the cup down and slid my hands to her sides then down to her perfect hips, drawing her to my chest. She had a sexy little smirk as our lips met. I moved my hands to grope her lovely handfuls of ass as our tongues danced. The top of her head fit just under my chin as she planted a kiss at the base of my neck while I squeezed her flesh.

After a moment she took charge, pulled away and forcefully pushed me into a chair. With a devilish look She bent down and undid my belt and opened my fly. I lifted my hips to aid her in wrestling my pants and boxers to my ankles. My dick sprang free already hard and ready to go.

My heart was pounding in the unexpected excitement. My wife confidently taking charge of our short lunch hour together. “Wait here” Julie said. She turned to fetch the mug of coffee. I admired her backside as she reached and grabbed it, pivoting back and handing it to me. “Here. I want you to enjoy it while it’s hot.” she said.

I took a gulp as she dropped her head into my lap. I felt her warm, wet lips envelope my shaft and Her tongue swirl around the head of my cock. She began moving her head up and down my length, making messy slurping sounds as she sucked on my rod.. I took another sip of coffee simultaneously lacing my fingers through her hair to guide her as she worked my penis in her mouth. “Yeah baby…” I sighed. I was in heaven.

Watching her head bobbing in my lap was almost more than I could stand and I could feel the familiar tingle deep within my loins.

After a minute, my wife came up for air, leaving my groin drenched in saliva. She looked me in the eyes as she stood up and moved closer so she was standing above and straddling me in the chair. She took the mug from my hands and took a sip for herself.

I placed my hands on her hips as she seductively gyrated under my grip. Setting the mug down on the table, she slowly lowered herself just above my lap. She held my gaze hers as she reached between her legs and took ahold of my tool. in one, smooth motion, Julie impaled herself on me, enveloping my throbbing cock.

“Uhhhh!!” We both gasped in pleasure as she paused for a second, legs wide open with her full weight on me, my rod buried deep inside her hot depths. My wife set her hands on my shoulders and began moving to a rhythm, pumping up and down in my lap. I gripped her waist and pumped back to meet her downward thrusts.

She fucked against me hard for a minute or so, our bodies smacking audibly from her thrusting. Soon, her legs began to quiver and before long she was bearing down and grinding back an forth hard in my lap. She scrunched her eyes closed, the rhythm of her bucking became erratic as she tensed her body, squeezing me tight with her thighs.
She let out a series of gasps as she orgasmed. Her vagina clenched tightly around my shaft in pulsed as she came.

My climax was not far away either.
I moved my hands under her butt and stood, holding her tightly against my pelvis. She hugged against my chest, clinging to me like a koala as I pivoted and swept a spot clear on our oak table. I set her down, my dick still buried. She faced me, spreading her legs to my sides with her heels on the edge of our table. I braced my arms at her sides as she locked her hands behind my neck for upright support. She then scooched her ass to the edge to for maximum penetration.

I immediately began drilling forcefully into my wife’s sopping cunt, my balls smacking her ass almost painfully. Our mouths met in a sloppy, tongue twisting embrace. Carnal grunts echoed from us with each impact as I screwed Julie. I squeezed my arms hard to her sides as I felt my head become light, my body tensing, preparing for the impending orgasm.
I pumped a few last, powerful thrusts before blowing my load deep into my hot wife’s love canal. My cock pulsed as jets of cum flooded her depths. She released her hold around my neck and lay back panting, legs still spread. I bent forward, breathing hard as well. We kissed passionately for a few moments. My penis softened and slid out as I broke our embrace and stood, our mix of juices oozed from Julie’s slot and ran down her crack. “Thanks for feeding me for your lunch break love!” My wife joked.

“I’m happy to any time!” I answered.
She pressed a BLT into my hands as I finished off the coffee and pulled up my pants. She saw me to the door where we kissed and I got one last grope of her juicy ass before I dashed back out into the rain.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ai3w0b/mf_sex_for_lunch