I met her along my running route. We didn’t exchange a word the first month. It took us time to gravitate to each other, but eventually we settled into a Tuesday morning run for three glorious blocks.
Heather pulled her dirty-blonde hair into a high and tight ponytail. Following close behind I reveled in the sight of her hourglass frame elegantly striding in tandem with my long gait of my muscled lithe body.
I noticed Heather shed clothing. Every week, she wore less and less. One day, she turned out of the suburban side streets in a tight cross strap back sports bra and form-hugging booty shorts. I stumbled on a crack in the sidewalk as her heart-shaped ass bounced past me along the main drag. She looked back and smiled. I was instantly hard. I struggled to catch up, but she dipped back into side streets, racing away and into my dreams.
That night I fucked my wife with Heather racing through my mind. My dick throbbed with the thought of wrapping my hands around Heather’s supple hips. Trina is a thick girl with wide hips and tiny tits. I love spanking her fat ass as she sucks my cock.
I woke her in the middle of the night stroking her clit as she slept on her side. Her long brown hair pooling on her pillow like a Greek Goddess. She moaned as I stroked her labia. She was dry. Determined, I pushed into her pussy with two fingers. She gasped. I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Trina moved her hips in a steady motion. I slipped my dick in. The bulbous head pushed in with a pop. Trina, struggling with my girth, grabbed her pillow. She was still a bit too dry. I could tell she was too tired for sex. I didn’t want to hurt her so I pulled out. Without looking at me she said, “Go ahead and finish.”
I rolled her gently onto her stomach, spread her meaty legs, and pushed my dick into her moist pussy as I straddled her from behind. She clutched the pillow as I pumped her gently, my wide dick filling every inch of her pussy. I could see in my mind’s eye Heather’s sweaty tits bouncing in that tight sports bra. Oh God, those straps! I got excited and started pounding Trina. Suddenly her pussy flooded with juices. “Jesus,” she moaned. Her breathing was heavy. Emboldened I grabbed a fist full of curly locks, yanking her head away from the pillow. “Oh fuck me!” She whispered. The bed creaked at my savage thrusts. The head board knocked hard against the wall with a slam. Trina twisted around. “Shhh,” she says with a finger pressed against thin lips. “You’re gonna wake the kids.”
She slid off the bed and assumed doggy style. As I pushed in, she tensed, “Don’t forget a condom.” I crossed over to the dresser and stretched on protection. My dick was still hard as a rock, but I felt the moment fading. I inserted into her now dry pussy. To loosen her up, I stuck my thumb in her puckered ass. Her back tightened. She pushed me away. “Not tonight, sweetie.” I closed my eyes to concentrate on Heather – her curvaceous body with the soft edges of a Yakshi statue carved from sandstone. I grabbed Trina’s doughy hips. Slowly the image faded. I pulled out. Trina flopped on the bed. “Did you finish?” I nodded. “Do you want me to suck you off?” I could see her eyes droop with sleep. I tucked her in and folded in next to her. I drifted into a deep sleep with the anticipation of next Tuesday.
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