We’re in your second-floor master bedroom. It’s a bright clear day outside, and the summer sun is almost overhead. Soon it’ll be very warm outside, but we’re more concerned with how hot it is inside the room.
You’re in a cotton robe, belt undone and the straps laying against your legs. The front is slightly open, enough to see the deep canyon of your cleavage, but not enough to see the fullness of your breasts or the pert nipples I love playing with so much.
The teasing top half is in sharp contrast with the naughty lower half, where the open robe continues and exposes the wiry hair of your bush nestled at the apex of your smooth thick thighs. This image, at once explicit and coy, confuses my brain. It crosses the signals between beautiful and sexual, sedate and wild, and it’s oh so enticing.
I’m wearing only a grin and a cock filling to half-hard.
We embrace. I push my hands between the robe and flesh on either side of your body, run my fingers around to your back and down to your ass as I pull you tightly into me. You let out a soft hiss as my cock strains against the tender flesh between your navel and pubis.
We kiss, wet, tongues parrying to explore the other’s mouth. Passionate. Invasive. Combative.
I move my left hand to your breast and squeeze with authority, our lips never parting. You moan into my mouth. Your left hand reaches down between us, pulls my testicles up against the bottom of my thickening shaft, rubs them to the left and right to let me know you’ll fight back, play our game of give and take.
A not-too-distant repetitive mechanical sound interrupts us. I pull my lips from yours. The garage door’s opening.
“He’s here.” Your words aren’t fearful or confused, but calm and methodical. “It’s time, baby.” With a last smirk I slip from you and into the walk-in closet, pausing for a moment to check myself out in the floor length mirror on the door. I thank myself for being such a sexy beast as the darkness envelops me. We become one, until only the white of my eye exists, peering out from the black through a tiny slit of open closet door.
“Hi honey,” you purr to him as he enters the bedroom, the sacred space of your marriage. “I see you got my message about coming home for lunch.”
“What’s the special occasion? I didn’t forget a birthday or something, did I?”
“I jmissed you, that’s all. I didn’t feel like doing anything today, so I started doing myself. Thought you might want to join in.”
The two of you embrace. Not like we did, with lust and passion, but the practiced and bland glomming together of old lovers who know their roles too well. The kissing’s sweet and shallow. The touching’s respectful, almost chaste. You spice things up by circling the two of you around until your back is pointed to me, and grab your robe as far down as you can manage. The two sides of the robe wrap around his lower back, but the real show is the bottom pulling up and over your rear, giving me a nice clear view of your prominent cheeks. I feel you smiling into his mouth.
“We don’t have much time,” I barely hear you whisper. It takes a moment for him to register, but then he starts pulling off his clothes, fumbling his way through slacks, thin black socks and other bits of office wear.
He hops on the bed, dick hard, tall, throbbing with pride that after all these years it and he could still inspire the little lady to spend all morning getting horny for him. I’ve got some bad news for you, buddy, that glistening wetness highlighting her pussy lips and dampening her lower pubes isn’t because of you.
The two of you are laying on the bed in the normal way, heads on pillows at the top. My vantage point looks towards the bottom corner, so I can just barely see your face on his chest. His is entirely cut off from view.
He’s rambling about his shitty office day. Tough bosses, something about taxes, maybe investments, maybe sales. Boring, boring shit. No wonder you need my cock so bad.
Your finger traces in improvised patterns around his chest, his stomach, his thighs. He’s still talking, but you’re paying as much attention as I am, staring directly at the dark line of the closet opening. You wink, lick your lips, blow me air kisses.
He pauses, concerned you aren’t paying attention. We weren’t, and we missed some inane question he asked. He’s clearly a few beats away from getting agitated, so to cut this off at the pass you shift your body around a half-turn.
He grunts as you climb on top and wriggle your pussy onto the top of his chest. Then you push back the last few inches and force his mouth onto your pussy. You roll your eyes and shake your head and mouth the words ‘sorry about that’ to me, but it’s cool. I’m just happy you finally got the motherfucker to shut up.
You take the cock of his head in your mouth and wet it good and right. Your eyes make contact with mine, and you refuse to break it, even as you slide your lips to the hilt and I see his ballsack hang from your lips like a swollen trembling bubble of strawberry gum.
You pull back to the tip, lick it, kiss it, tease it. The top half of his cock dissapears, reappears, dissapears again into your mouth. You move to the bottom, repeat the process over and over while he grunts into your cunt. It’s almost as you do with mine, but our blowjobs have more spit and much more me holding your head in place while I fuck your mouth and call you my good girl.
The look in your eyes tells me you’d love to be doing that right now. The electric pulse that shoots through the full hardness of my cock pinned against the door tells me we’ll be doing that later.
His balls are tightening and I can tell, even from this distance, that he’s close. You pull off his cock entirely and stare at me with an unimpressed expression for a few seconds before looking back at him buried somewhere within your crotch. You’re not close to close, and I imagine this is pretty much how it always goes. If it didn’t, I wouldn’t be hiding in his closet.
You pull away from his mouth, climb off, and sit on the bed. He seems a bit confused, but you lie and assure him he did a great job before patting the sheet in front of you. He seems more confused, and you explain to him in simple terms that you want cowgirl, but in a different spot than normal.
It takes him a few agonizingly long seconds to build the necessary mental picture, but he does eventually get it and lays down with the crown of his thinning hair pointed directly at me.
You climb on top again, and I catch a glimpse of my warm, wet pussy and its fine lips opening up before it lands on his lower stomach. Your hips move back, and you reach a hand down to pull his cock down and between your legs until its positioned correctly. I hear a squelch as you fully bring him in, and lick my lips as you ride in small bounces on his dick. I match your movements with my hands, pulling myself off.
Your eyes lock onto mine again and you bring your hands up, run them through your hair, hold it up and let a few strands gently fall from your fingers to land gracefully about your neck and shoulders. Your breasts are prominent, pushed forward, as though it were possible for you to close the gap between us and feel my hands hold them in place while you ride me.
You’re clearly thinking of me, grinding on my cock, imagining my abs and chest and face below you. The rhythm and intensity of your movements increase as you feel truly desired, wanted, able to let loose, be a dirty little slut, like a woman should. Seeing you, the real, free person that you are with me, turns me on even more, and I jerk faster to keep in time with you.
He notices the change, and asks what you’re doing.
“I’m looking in the mirror, honey,…to improve my technique. I read about it online.” Satisfied, he closes his eyes and goes back to delaying his orgasm. Unsatisfied, you come up with a new plan.
You grab his hands and urge him towards your body. He follows your lead and sits up, buries his head in your tits as you wrap your arms tightly around his upper back, pinning him to you. Now we can stare at each other uninterrupted. I hear a muffled sound from within your cleavage.
“You’re so good,” he murmurs.
“So are you,” you reply, before mouthing to me ‘you’re better.’ I smile and open the door just enough for you to see me mouth back ‘you’re the best,’ before I quietly swing it back. The look on your face moves from shock at my brazen act to a flirty playful lip bite to a final full and sexy smile.
“You’re so hot,” the murmur again.
“You’re hotter, baby.” No mouthing this time. You’re saying it out loud, but looking at me. “You’re so fucking hot. I want to fuck you all the time.” I watch your hips begin to pound hard, accelerating your husband to his finish.
“I love you.” One last murmur.
“I love you,” you reply to me. “I love how you feel in me. I love what you do to me. I love you, baby. I love you.”
I whisper it back to you from within the darkness.
His moans grow and get longer each time. He’s getting close, close enough to feel his balls tighten flat and the cum fill up his cock. I turn my head. I don’t want to watch him cum inside my woman.
At the last moment you hop off and push him back, followed by giving him several long strokes until he erupts spurts of jizz up and onto his stomach and groin. He’s happy, obviously, to cum, but also confused, obviously, about the ending.
“I just took a shower, honey, I didn’t want to have to take another.”
“Oh,” he replies, before another louder one comes out as he realizes what time it is. He scrambles off the bed, falls down several times as he wipes the cum with a towel in one hand and replaces his clothes with the other. You slowly get off the bed and stand beside him, the dutiful wife waiting patiently for him to finish.
“Have a good rest of your day, honey,” you cheerfully say.
“Not so much. I gotta work late. Big meeting with some execs. Probably a couple of hours.”
“Damn, that sucks.” Your tone is appropriately sympathetic, as is the hug you give him. The look on your face as you wink at me over his shoulder tells a different story.
He pulls away and heads not towards the bedroom door but towards the closet door. My closet door, that my hard cock is right behind. Oh shit. You try and grab him, hold him back, stop him, anything, but he pulls away and grabs the handle.
“Big meeting needs the Power Tie,” he says as he swings the door open and turns on the light. I see him up close, a mere yard away as I hide behind his hung up work clothes. His little round tie rack is mere inches from my face. If he looks to his left at all, we are fucked. In the not fun way.
Luckily you’re quick on your feet and ask him several distracting questions about the meeting. He doesn’t turn towards me. Also luckily, I’m not a porn star, so my prominent though quickly fading erection doesn’t disturb his clothes. He grabs the tie and leaves, and I exhale a long slow breath as he kisses you and makes his way down to the garage.
As the garage door whirrs to life far away I come out to see you standing next to the bed.
“That was close,” you say.
“Too close.” And then to answer you’re unasked question, I add, “I hid behind his clothes.”
“I only want real men cumming in me.” I’m not sure if this the answer to my unasked question, or a cryptic insult of my hiding from him. As I see your naked body turn away towards the bed and my cock springs again into fullness over your beautiful ass, I decide I don’t really care.
I come up behind and grab your shoulders. Manhandle you down to the floor, roughly. Use my legs to push yours apart, hear your pained little gasp as the carpet burns your knees. I move up against your butt and ram my cock into your wet cunt. My wet cunt. My pussy to use as I want.
“I love you,” you say. I don’t reply.
Instead I pound you hard. Slap your cheeks with my stomach. Feel my balls tag your cunt with each forceful stroke. I take you. I punish your cunt for wasting so much time with that fucking loser.
I go faster. Harder. I ram you so good you have to put your hand up to keep your face from pressing into the side of the bed. You leak out one long moan that rises and falls in pitch, but never quite stops. Your legs are shaking. Mine are gaining steam, pumping so fast you stop moving and just take it, like a good girl, like a slut desperate to get filled with a real man’s cream.
You reach between your legs and rub your clit. You’re already so close it doesn’t take long before I feel your lower body seize up and your cunt tighten like a vise on my cock. Your pussy lets loose in spasmic waves of orgasmic glory and I finish myself off by fucking through them, feeling the fluid pour out of my cock and fill up your thirsty insides.
“I love you too.”
You get up to go take a shower. I get up to lay on the bed. We meet for a moment and kiss.
“Looks like we have some extra time today,” you say, before adding, “Come up with some fun ideas to fill the time.” You begin walking away, and that ass is too lovely to leave alone. I give it one big slap, momentarily popping you into the air, before I lay on the sheets, watching your reddening butt cheek move away.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll think of something.”
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