I arrived at the mall just a little bit late, but then again so was S. I saw him running up the escalator and upon spying me in my white fur and black slacks he slowed to a fast walk. He kissed me on the cheek and we went shopping together. We visited many stores, my favorite was of course the stores in which fine lingerie and stockings were among the offerings. I came away with several bags. S made a comment that most of the things I bought were not suitable for wearing in public. With a blush in my cheek and a wink–I said I agree, they are for more private encounters.
S invited me back to his place and I briefly thought of my husband. I have always wanted to have a passionate love affair with a tall, debonair man. S was definitely that and then some. I didn’t have to think hard. I decided to go to his place knowing full well I would fuck him.
So when we arrived at his house, located in suburbia America, I was pleased to see that S is an avid reader. We were standing in his library where on the shelves literary classics and erotic combined to form a very interesting collection. I tapped my finger on a copy of “50 Shades of Gray” and I felt S slide up behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around me and told me he’d wanted to touch me ever since he saw me.
I spun around and my hungry mouth found his very accepting one. We toyed with each other’s tongues as we slowly disrobed among his book collection. Falling on my ass to a leather ottoman I started to inspect S’s wonderful cock. He put his hand on the top of my blond locks and I pressed my lips to his cockhead. He tasted great–not freshly showered, yet not stale. I enjoyed having him fuck my mouth the way I know it should be fucked. He enjoyed pulling my hair and having me stare up at him as his immense member slid between my lips. He came in my mouth and I saved every drop for him to lick and suck off of my very tongue–our very own snowball fight laced with nasty.
After about 15 minutes of the best head he’d ever had–he needed to fuck me. I was sopping wet–we by-passed cunninlingus for this time only. He slid that thick dick into my cunt and started to pound my mature, hairy pussy with it. It felt so good and my orgasms were nearly instantaneous. Just as I thought he would not be able to go on anymore his cock started to pump more semen into my wet cunt. He filled me full as we kissed. When I put my clothes back on, I felt his cum on the inside of my thigh. I thought of how my husband does our laundry–I smiled knowing these stains would find his fingertips as he tried to reckon the source.
I have to confess that just the other day I was in the utility room doing some ironing when the hornyness kicked in and I just had to take off my panties and lay down on the floor and start masturbation phone sex on my pussy! My husband was out of town again and we did not have sex the whole time he was at home so I was super horny! Not that it matters because he does not satisfy me anyways.
