Clara (35) and my (39) sexy Advent calendar adventures continued. I was totally addled that I was probably going to get laid by my wife for 25 days straight and this wasn’t even my actual Christmas present. Last nights Advent-ure had us fucking around the kitchen until the wee hours of the morning as we furiously baked cupcakes for our neighborhoods annual fundraising drive. We passed out on the couch mostly naked together, our kitchen smelling like a bake shop and a sex dungeon.
As I awoke, my eyes traced Clara’s naked body, still vaguely covered in my flour handprints on her hips, tits and neck.
She stirred as well as my hand absentmindedly traced her body over her breasts. She looked up at me sleepily and smiled her hand drifting to my cock, clearly remembering as I was the messy fun of the night before.
“Mmmm, you really enjoyed baking cupcakes, huh?” She purred softly. “Mmhmm” I growled back at her. “Me too” came the sleepy response as she closed her eyes and continued stroking my self-rising shaft.
Once she had gotten my cock erect, Clara turned herself into the little spoon on our couch, laying on her left side. At first I thought she was going back to sleep but she took my hand, put it on my cock, and placed it between her legs. “Put it in me” she whispered as she spread her ass apart with her right hand giving me easy access.
“Baby you’re not very wet.” I asked not wanting to hurt her. “Please…” she exhaled in a breathy voice, almost begging, “Just go slow, I’ll be okay.” I could feel the heat of her spread pussy and I guided my cock to the entrance. The head warmed with her wetness, and I pushed slowly. Working my way in and out slowly, Clara also pressed her hips back and forth against me and before long I was back inside my wife’s tight slit, gently rocking our hips against each other. Feeling her get progressively wetter as her body responded naturally to being entered alleviated my fears and we both sighed as I bottomed out in her.
She moved my hand to her breasts and she wrapped hers back around my hips, pulling me into her.
“What time is it?” She asked as being filled with cock started to finally wake her up. “9:45, are we going to church today?” Came my response as I returned my attention to the softly sweet scent her hair in front of my face. “Mmm not until we’re done here,” came her reply.
My arms snaked around her and pulled her close, squeezing a soft breast with one and pressing her pelvis against me with the other. Her hands pulled my face to hers from behind and she squeezed me with her pelvis as we kissed passionately, our lips locked as I pulsed cum inside her.
We held each other tenderly in the moment, but a primal passion stirred later when, during a worship associate’s story at church, Clara leaned over and whispered, “I can feel your cum in my panties.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zo7vp5/adventurous_calendar_part_3_lazy_morning_sex_mf
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