[m] [f] Hot Quickie Creampie In A New Fuckchair

Back in 2004, my husband and I had only been together a few months, and we’d probably fucked around 250 times (really) in those short 90 days. (There was even one day, his birthday, that we fucked 6 times. Boy, I was sore.) Neither of us had much experience prior to getting together, but our encounters were intense and exploratory, sometimes short and sometimes hours’ long, and we were learning from each other. In the dorms, we usually woke up every morning, gently spoon-fucking, just to feel each other, and he’d unload into me after a few minutes of us trying not to wake up my roommate and her bf.

We’d only been apart a few days for Thanksgiving break, but when we came to my mom’s house, early the morning after Thanksgiving, I greeted him in one of his shirts and, after an awkward greeting from my mom, we proceeded to my room for a vigorous, but quiet “welcome back” quickie.

That afternoon the hubby and I went to my sister’s townhouse, as we were all going out drinking later that night. My sister went upstairs to shower, leaving me and the boy-toy downstairs, pretty much daring us to fuck somewhere in the living room, but I’d already decided on the breakfast nook.

He was sitting in an old, comfy green chair, relaxing, and I didn’t want him going anywhere.

“She’s gone up to shower,” I said, moving towards him, kissing him on the forehead. I turned around, presenting my round ass in his face, covered only by a thin green skirt and a tiny thong, which could easily be moved to the side.

I sat on him, rubbing my ass against the bulge in his khakis. He kissed the back of my neck, smelled my hair and nibbled on my ear. I felt him stiffen and, after a few more grinds, I stood up, turning my head to watch his face as I hiked up my skirt.

He unzipped his pants, his swollen cock standing straight up, waiting for my warm and wet pussy. I moved my itsy bitsy thong to the other side of my pussy lips and moved his cock all the way inside of me as I sat down, moaning from the full feeling of him being balls deep.

I braced myself, my hands on each arm of the chair. I told him not to move; I wanted to do all the work. I faced away from him, moving up and down on his cock. I knew hed love my ass bouncing in his face.

His hands were under my skirt, firmly placed on my ass. His fingers pressed harder into my pale flesh as I rode him harder. It wasn’t normal to not see his face; we’d grown fond of cowgirl, as he could suck on my tits while I ground my clit into him to drive myself toward orgasm. In this situation, however, I could only feel his hands and his cock, and not being able to do all the normal things to each other was a huge turn-on for me.

I was slick with my own juices and his precum. I felt his hands tighten, his cock plunging deeper as he came. I slowed my rhythm and moved now only to milk him of the last of his cum.

I heard my sister’s footsteps upstairs; she was done with her shower. I dismounted from his glistening cock, kissed him on the cheek, and ran off to the bathroom to take care of the creampie that was already running down my leg.

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