My wife comes home early to find me naked and jerking off on our bed. I open my eyes when she clears her throat and am surprised that she tells me to go on; she wants to watch.
Meekly, I lick my palm and begin again, quickly restoring my hardness as she traces her fingers around her heavy breasts. I’m surprised to see her lift her sundress to expose her panties, which she slides down her ample thighs. Her right hand lifts and reaches beneath her dress to slide a finger into her now-bare hairy pussy. She slides it along the lips, shows me her wetness, and then comes striding toward me.
Without a word, she climbs onto the bed, lifts her dress and then plants her warm, wet nether lips directly on my face, dropping the skirt around my head, so I am alone with the sweet scent and taste of her dripping cunt.
Facing my feet, I can feel her shift and reach for my now-forgotten cock that is pointing toward the ceiling fan. She has captured some of her own wetness to allow her small, wool hands to slide up and down my cock, slow, then fast, then painfully slow. “Lick my pussy until I come or I stop and leave right now”, she says. It is easy to comply.
In the darkness below her dress, my tongue is tracing over her lips; into her soaking snatch. She’s usually wet, but her cunt is soaking my face as I feel her inner muscles quiver and hear her breath quicken toward her (first?) orgasm.
Still blinded in my pussy-scented playground under her dress, I jump when I hear her say, ”Come in! He’s not going anywhere and we’re just getting started. I’ve only cum once.” Who the hell is she talking to?!
I can’t see, but she turns around, now facing the headboard, my cock waving wildly free. The Cialis is working and it remains hard, but is abandoned, free, and unkept… until I feel a hand, larger and warmer than hers, but still feminine soft, grab my cock. My wife is now grinding her pussy into my face, sliding up to let me enter her cleaned asshole with my tongue and finger, while the stranger is pumping my cock, stopping only to suck the head and thick shaft into her throat.
Inexorably, I move toward my own orgasm, driven by the dual pleasures of my sweet wife sitting on, no: riding, my face and the unknown woman pumping me toward releasing my cum.
Wait, wasn’t she picking up her sister at the airport? Any further thought is lost as my wife’s cunt throbs with a second orgasm, her voice calling out her pleasure, while my own cock is now being pumped wet and free from the stranger’s mouth, luridly exposed in the room. I feel the cum rising, then thrust my hips up to let fly the cum . The first spurt lands on my wife’s dress, still draped around my head. The second hits my naked stomach. The rest are swallowed by the kind stranger who sheaths my wet bare cock in her warm mouth until I begin to soften, still in the dark warmth of my wife’s shrouded cunt.
My wife comes home early to find me naked and jerking off on our bed. I open my eyes when she clears her throat and am surprised that she tells me to go on; she wants to watch.
Meekly, I lick my palm and begin again, quickly restoring my hardness as she traces her fingers around her heavy breasts. I’m surprised to see her lift her sundress to expose her panties, which she slides down her ample thighs. Her right hand lifts and reaches beneath her dress to slide a finger into her now-bare hairy pussy. She slides it along the lips, shows me her wetness, and then comes striding toward me.
Without a word, she climbs onto the bed, lifts her dress and then plants her warm, wet nether lips directly on my face, dropping the skirt around my head, so I am alone with the sweet scent and taste of her dripping cunt.
Facing my feet, I can feel her shift and reach for my now-forgotten cock that is pointing toward the ceiling fan. She has captured some of her own wetness to allow her small, wool hands to slide up and down my cock, slow, then fast, then painfully slow. “Lick my pussy until I come or I stop and leave right now”, she says. It is easy to comply.
In the darkness below her dress, my tongue is tracing over her lips; into her soaking snatch. She’s usually wet, but her cunt is soaking my face as I feel her inner muscles quiver and hear her breath quicken toward her (first?) orgasm.
Still blinded in my pussy-scented playground under her dress, I jump when I hear her say, ”Come in! He’s not going anywhere and we’re just getting started. I’ve only cum once.” Who the hell is she talking to?!
I can’t see, but she turns around, now facing the headboard, my cock waving wildly free. The Cialis is working and it remains hard, but is abandoned, free, and unkept… until I feel a hand, larger and warmer than hers, but still feminine soft, grab my cock. My wife is now grinding her pussy into my face, sliding up to let me enter her cleaned asshole with my tongue and finger, while the stranger is pumping my cock, stopping only to suck the head and thick shaft into her throat.
Inexorably, I move toward my own orgasm, driven by the dual pleasures of my sweet wife sitting on, no: riding, my face and the unknown woman pumping me toward releasing my cum.
Wait, wasn’t she picking up her sister at the airport? Any further thought is lost as my wife’s cunt throbs with a second orgasm, her voice calling out her pleasure, while my own cock is now being pumped wet and free from the stranger’s mouth, luridly exposed in the room. I feel the cum rising, then thrust my hips up to let fly the cum . The first spurt lands on my wife’s dress, still draped around my head. The second hits my naked stomach. The rest are swallowed by the kind stranger who sheaths my wet bare cock in her warm mouth until I begin to soften, still in the dark warmth of my wife’s shrouded cunt.
