I stood there, stunned. My heartbeat bursting my eardrums, and my pyjama pants doing nothing to hold the stiffness of my cock. I needed to go inside before I exploded in them. I docked the smoked spliff and squeezed the head of my penis to get him down as I picked up the empty beer bottle and made my way back inside myself.
No more than fifteen minutes had passed since I went outside, but it had certainly been eventful. I gingerly closed the kitchen door behind me, I didn’t want to wake anyone with a slamming door.
“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” I froze. A rabbit in headlights again, caught once more. “I told you she was a little slut, didn’t I?” Bethany was leaning back propped against the kitchen worktop in her pyjama shorts, matching top and a black silk gown draped over her shoulders hung open. The most obvious thing she worn was an angry scowl. “She’s always been a little fucking hoe, thinking she can flutter her eyelids, give it the doe eyes and neglected damsel card and have my man eating out of the palm of her hand again” She pouted now. Bethany stayed propped against the counter, her heavy breaths causing her chest to heave, and she stared at me. “The window is open. I heard everything. I heard he faux shock at being ‘accidentally’ startled. I heard the sob-story, the whole woe-is-me-I’m-so-hot-how-could-I-possibly-be-neglected, the maybe my hunky neighbour will fuck my slutty ass with his big fat cock tale.” She panted. I crossed the kitchen in three big strides to position myself right in front of her and placed the empty bottle behind her, sliding my arms around waist. I lifted her chin to look at her face and smiled down at her.
“Oh, you were right,” I growled as I nuzzled into her ear, “She’s definitely a slut.” I kissed the side of her neck. “And she definitely wants this hunky older man to give her slutty arse a good seeing to,” I slid my hands around her and gripped my wife’s plentiful arse to punctuate the words. Then I lifted Beth cleanly up to sit on the worktop and push myself tight to her body. Her long legs wrapped around my waist as she turned her head up and away, but only presented the long line of her sinuous neck to my lips as out hips met. My hard cock pushed through the cotton against her covered groin. I gripped both of her wrists and brought them together behind her back, the silk gown dropping off one shoulder. “But I have my own needy little slut, right, here.” I purposefully ground my hips forward causing her to mewl. “I really don’t have need of another. Especially when this one is so well trained already.” My free hand worked up her back and through her hair. Taking a firm handful and pulling her head back to give me access to the to the other side of her neck. I kissed down her neck and throat, punctuating each soft peck with a slow forceful grind of my pelvis into her.
“And what makes you, think, that I want you?” She was almost breathless.
I gripped her wrists tighter, and slowly traced my hand from her hair, down her throat, over the collar bone and gently across the soft mounds of her chest. The rock-hard nipples grazing beneath my palms, causing a shudder. I teased the peaks of her boobs with my fingertips, first one then the other.
“Because you, are mine.” I kissed her firmly on the mouth, tongue softly flicking her lips and meeting her own, as I tugged gently on one nipple. “And I’m yours.” Tugging the other slightly harder. I broke the kiss to pull away slightly, allowing me a view of the heaving breasts as I skilfully flicked open the top button on her pyjama top, then the next, watching carefully as the fabric to revealed more of the full mounds, inch by inch. With the buttons fully undone, I gripped the shirt by the lapels and tugged them apart, and down off her shoulders to her elbows. Trapping her arms behind her again. I quickly moved my head between her soft flesh, kissing, licking, and sucking as she squirmed on the counter, head thrown back.
“Yes, you drug fuelled pervert, yes” She panted towards the ceiling, “But you think she’s hot though, don’t you? Admit it!” She spat out at me as I gripped her nipple in my lips and swirled my tongue around the crinkly skin
“Of course, I think she’s hot!” I spat back close to her face, my hand flew up to grip her throat and chin, pushing her head up ad I kissed and gentle nibbled her neck with my teeth. “But she’s not as hot as you. You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of. And you have much better tits,” I squeezed the soft breast and she moaned.
I stood suddenly, still holding under her chin, and guided her from the worktop counter to stand on the floor, sliding her body down myself as she went. I moved toward the kitchen table in the middle of the room, her arms still held by the partially removed clothing, and her huge tits bouncing freely. I moved behind her, and pulled her close, gripping her to my chest tight. Her arms pinned between us.
“She doesn’t hold a candle to you darling, you’re the woman I chose to marry,” I kissed her mouth as she turned towards me, my hands sliding down the exposed front and down into the shorts. My hand moved further cupping her hot shaved sex and sliding easily between the soft lips. I worked her clitoris gently, but firmly, feeling her slippery wetness spread quickly and coating my hand as I played her with the well-practiced skill of an expert cello player. I groaned in her ear as she wriggled against me.
“Oh my god, I’m so wet for you…” My fingers entered her cunt, slowly but persistently, she was now pulled hard to my chest with my arm across her chest, hand full of tit and my other arm pulling her hips towards me, working my fingers in and out, stroking her clit as the passed, just the way she liked. Her knees started to buckle under her, as her mewls became moans, and groans and her breathing became ragged. I held her up as a flood of shuddering wetness coated my palm and the inside of the shorts. I held her up, but now shoved her flushed body forward, hips against the table, making her bend. I pushed her face down onto the cold surface of the oak dining table by her neck, my other hand roughly tugging the shorts down, freeing her.
I stood and nudged her feet apart with mine, the shorts pulled tight around her ankles. I paused, admiring her supplicant form, ready for the taking. Her pale white cheeks, the wide soft hips, the delicate scent of her sex. Her twitching cunt glistened, and I licked my lips. I had to taste her. I dropped to my knees and dove in, working my tongue between her soaked folds, finding her stiff little clitoris, and devouring her from behind. My hands gripped her hips, holding her firm against the edge of the table, her moans muffled under her outstretched arms. I explored her body further, hands roaming freely, taking in all of her delicious curves, while driving my tongue over and over her most sensitive spots. I couldn’t wait any longer, stood quickly, freed my cock from its flimsy prison and presented it to her behind. Grinding slowly between the cheeks, across the puckered twitching arsehole, once, then twice, she swayed enticingly below me. She would give me everything I wanted. I knew this. But first I wanted to give her what she wanted. I pulled my hips back further, so my cock dropped lower, and between her folds. Nuzzling deep against the streaming wetness. I spanked her bared cheek. The crack filling the room, followed by her moan.
“There’s no way she could take a spanking like my good girl,” Again, across the other cheek, “nobody could, nobody writhes as much as you do either. You’re so hot.” Two quick stinging spanks all the while my cock teasing her entrance. I could feel her push back to capture me.
“Oh, fuck give your good girl that cock,” Beth demanded into the tabletop. I usually liked to make her beg, for her to show me just how desperate she was to be filled, but tonight wasn’t about that. I wanted her to know how much I desired her.
I edged forward, the head of my cock parting her lips, and relentlessly moving inside. I stopped about halfway, backed up, allowing her to become accustomed, then forward deep, all the way in. My pelvis gently touching her soft cushioned cheeks.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” I grunted thrusting again, and again, picking up speed as I felt her accommodate me. “you’re gripping me so much; I’m going to fill your pussy.” I kicked the shorts free from her ankles and lifted her leg, resting her knee on the table, this opened her hips wider, stretched her, making it easier to fill her, over and over, deeper and deeper.
“Yes, harder! Fuck your slut harder!” She almost screamed as the pace increased again “Oh God yes, don’t stop, never stop! Please cum inside me, give me your load, I’m your dirty whore, tell me, tell me am I better than her!” She cried out louder and louder, the slap of flesh on flesh filling the room. This is what she craved, every time. She needed to know she was the best at what she did, wanted to be the most desired, and deserved the accolades. She was the best, she was the only woman I ever needed. And she fucking loved being degraded as she earned her finish.
“You’re my dirty whore, look at you; begging for my cock!” I could feel her insides clench, harder and harder as she came under me, and I bellowed, “You’re the best slut! Cum on my cock for me!” With a roar, I came, hard, hot spurt after hot spurt, deep into her. She screamed out, thrashed under me as I powered on, I wouldn’t stop now, I rode wave after wave until I twitched and lay on her sweaty back, both spent and panting hard. Both sated. Both knowing we belonged to one another.
My cock slowly softened inside her as I stood slowly, running my fingers down her spine, watching the shudder travel through her twitching limbs. As I tucked myself back into my pants, I watched the thick load slowly slip out, splat on the floor and down her thigh. I helped her stand, turned her to me and kissed her. A deep loving kiss. We broke off and I helped her clean up and redress. Slowly buttoning the top for her, unable to avoid brushing her over-sensitive nipples and making her twitch. I smiled, broad and fulfilled, as I lifted the shiny black gown back onto her shoulders. I pulled her close for a massive hug while we collected our breath.
“That was incredible Baby girl, I love how horny you get when you’re all jealous.” She playfully swatted my arm.
“Yer it was, I was amazing, as ever. And I love how an old man like you thinks they have a sniff of a chance with a little trollop of a girl like her.”
“Hey, be kind, she’s just lonely, she just wants some company. I was just trying to make the girl feel nice about herself. Would you like a cup of tea?”
“Oh yes please, that’ll be lovely. And whatever you drug addled pervert, you forget I know you!” She swatted my arm with a grin once more. “And I’m the only girl you’re allowed to make feel nice!”
I flicked the kettle on to boil while I watched her wiggle her arse on the way to the bathroom and reached to the back of the cupboard for the novelty mug that I had bought as something of a joke when we had first been dating. World’s No.1 Slut. It’ll always be true.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12blq7r/that_beautiful_summers_evening_m42f27f35_part_2