Tag: Wife

I pull into the driveway just as my phone buzzes and lights up in my cup holder. “Who the hell is texting me at 130 at night,” I think to myself as the wheels stop and I put the car in park. I glance at my phone see a message from Meg thanking me for driving her home, with 3 dots at the bottom teasing me for more to come. I sit there thinking about how drunk she was after Joe’s retirement party, and how easy it would’ve been to get a kiss from her, or more.
The best way to describe her is a 32 year old MILF.
Her outfits are always the perfect mix of professionalism and sexy, and tonight was no exception. Her black skirt rested on her knees as she sat at the bar, green shirt tucked in tight at her hips, the right amount of cleavage showing to attract glances but not come off as slutty. Atleast that’s how it looked when the party started; by the end of the night her shirt was untucked and her pink belly button ring, from wilder time, peeked out everytime time she raised her arms.
“I was really drunk and you were a great guy. Thanks.” My phone wakes me back up to reality. “No prob. Have a goodnight,” I shoot back as I unbuckle me seatbelts. “You to” she replied with a winky face emoji. Then my night suddenly got better.
A picture of Meg suddenly appeared on my phone, and she had lost her green shirt and black skirt. There she was, standing in front of a mirror, her pale legs held together at her hips with red lace and string. Her fingertips slipping under the top her thong, a small wet spot forming over her slit. Her pink belly button giding my eyes up the screen, following her flat stomach to where more lace held in her perfectly sized breasts. Her nipples were barely covered as her tits begged to be released. Dark hair rested on her shoulders as her teeth bit into her lip.
“I will now,” I text her as I walk into the house. I lay down in bed next to my sleeping wife, give her a kiss and close my eyes for the night, the image of Meg in my dreams.
A few hours later, I wake up before my wife and look at my phone. Another pic from Meg. As I quietly walk into the bathroom, the image of Meg bending over in her bed flashes on my phone. Her red lace thong disappears between her toned ass, only to reappear at the bottom gap between her legs. A pair of handcuffs dangle from her bedpost and black vibrator rests next to legs. “Looks like you had a goodnight. Sucks that I’m married or I could’ve helped,” I text her. Almost instantly my phone lights up “Oh I did. And i dont care.”
Over the next week at work, Meg and I exchange glances and sexts. The teasing is getting unbearable as we dive into our sex lives and adventures. The following week, Meg walks into my office at the end of the day, and asks for a ride home cause her car is in the shop. I happily agree and we walk out to my suv. As we pull up to her apartment, I see her tan Honda parked out front. “I thought you said…” my voice trails off as Meg’s hand rests on my thigh. At some point during the drive, she undid the top 2 buttons on her shirt, her black bra clearly visible from my angle, silver necklace resting between her breasts. She looks at me and in the slightest voice whispers “I still dont care”.
Next thing I know, I’m pushed onto her bed and her hands are on my belt. Her eyes meet mine as her fingers grasp my pants and pull them down to my ankles. My dick aching to be released from my boxers, she slides her hand into the fly opening and I feel her cold fingers wrap around my member. My 6 inches are released from my boxers and admired by Meg. “Might be too big but I’ll try,” she challenges herself as I feel the tip of her tongue trace the bottom of my hard dick. Her cold fingers wrap around the base of my cock as the top half disappears inter her hot mouth. Her tongue swirls around my tip and I let out a gasp. She slowly takes in more of me as I grab her ponytail. An her lips are an inch from her fingers as I start thrusting into her. She gags as I slowly fuck her throat, her fingers now massaging my balls as her eyes start watering.
I finally release her hair and she released my throbbing cock. “I want to fill up a different hole” I tell her as she grins with excitment. She crawls over my body and pulls up her skirt. “No panties today,” she announces and hovers her glistening slit above my face. She lowers herself onto me and I finally get to taste what has been teasing me the past 2 weeks. I explore her with my tongue, tasting every drop of her wetness. My head disappears below her skirt as she leans forward. My hands squeeze her athletic ass and her grinding gets more intense. Loud moans leave her mouth as her thighs tighten around my head, wave after wave of orgasm taking over her.
I roll her over on her backs her tits go up and down with every breath.
“My turn,” I order her as I rip open the rest of her shirt. Her tits overflowing her black bra, pink navel ring teasing me. I get on top of her and can feel her hot, wet pussy radiating onto my dick. My hands pin her wrists to the bed as I slowly slide into her, a loud primal moan escapes her lips. “Fuck my harder than you fuck your wife.”
Hearing her challenge lights the flame in me as her legs wrap around my waist. I slowly slide out of her until only my tip is teasing her hole, then slam back into her. Her bed shakes and she yelps in pleasure as fuck her deeper and harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone. My balls slapping against her taint, her legs squeezing me in deeper, her moans getting louder. “Fill me up,” she begs me as I can feel her pussy getting tighter around my pulsing dick. Her begging pushes me over the edge as I fill her with my semen.
I pull out of her as my cum drips from her slit, mixing with her fluids. “You car should break down more often.”