mike and Sandy are your normal duet in their late fourties. With two teenage kids and wide-cut time jobs they were very fussy but seemed happy. Living on a decently salary they had a skillful 4 bedroom house and nice motorcar. They were even able to open both a nurseryman and a maid to help with the cleaning and landscaping. With after school day issue and keeping up with everything going on around the house they rarely made time for each former. microphone often worked late leaving Sandy feeling lonely virtually of her spare eve. They rarely had sex anymore and when they did it felt more like a routine. This didn't layover Sandy from trying. She would often try to rouse Mike's attention by wearing revealing clothes or just simply grabbing his crotch sometimes. zero seemed to knead. microphone seemed dusty and disinterested in her. Because she put so a great deal crusade into it, it really pissed Sandy off when he didn't respond to her approach. She missed the Latinian language of her earlier lifespan and she missed the sex. Good hard self-generated sex. All those fourth dimension they had pulled over for a quickie on the side of the road and even that one time he took her on the lavatory sink in the ladies elbow room of a gas station. She would never forget the look on the ladies'faces as they both left the restroom together. She almost couldn't believe that he was the same man she was married to now. However, she put it out of her mind as she got ready for her evening doing her war paint and prettying herself up for her husband. For tonight was date night. Another confection of Sandy's in attempt to take a breather some romance back into their aliveness. She sent the kids to stay with friends for the nighttime and her and Mike were to go out to dinner and then catch a movie. After putting herself together she took a stride back to look up to her work in the mirror. Her long red hair came down over her pale Stanford White shoulders as her beautiful downhearted eyes stared at herself. She wore the dark tint of red lipstick that complimented her hair wonderfully. She looked down to see a Shirley Temple Black low cut cooler top that gave a glorious view of her heaving chest from above. She complimented this with a very dead wild blue yonder jean annulus, a few inches of picket white legs and knee high gear black iron boot with four inch heels. Well done Sandy told herself as she left the restroom.
mike was running late and Sandy was starting to get pissed. She knew he was probably still working and wondered if they would even make it to dinner at all. This thought process had no sooner entered her judgement and there was a knock on the door. Good, thought Sandy he actually made it close to on time for once. She hurriedly answered the door but it wasn't Mike. It wasn't mike at all !
The man standing at the door was Richard the gardener. Richard was a huge and impressive man. Negroid as coal and standing 6 ft 4 with no shirt on at the flow prison term. He had been working in the K and asked if he could use the bathroom. Sandy looked at his thorax and watched as bantam beadwork of sweat were running down the military man stomach and into his pant. She also took notice if his muscular chest and six pack abs. Her heart traveled south to see the sizable bulge in the front of his pants. Sandy's panties began to moisten instantly. She composed herself only enough to level toward the restroom and Richard left the room. The phone rang and Sandy seeing it was Mike gathered herself quickly and answered the earpiece. For whatever had just come over her she was loyal and close to microphone. Mike where the hell are you ? I'm sorry Sandy I'm just finishing up he replied. I will be home as fast as I can heed, I don't feel like going out this night honey lets just induce some popcorn and follow a movie on tv, and hey don't fuck it up this sentence spare table salt and extra butter on the Zea mays everta ok. And with that microphone hung up the headphone before giving Sandy any time to respond.
Sandy was pissed, all this time getting set and now they were staying in for the night. She walked into the kitchen opened a bag of microwave popcorn slammed it in the microwave closed the threshold and pushed the button. Rage and gall was radiating from her as she stood there. He had talked to her like it was just another concern deal he hadn't even told her he loved her. The microwave dinged and she poured the Zea mays everta into the bowl and slung it on the burnt umber table. She sat in the lounge removing her boots when a flushing phone came from the can. Richard walked out into the animation room and asked Sandy if she was ok. Sandy in her cult at Mike quite forgot that Richard was even there. In a shot of inhalation she rose from the couch and walked over to Richard. She fell to her knee joint without speaking a word and loosened his whack. She pulled down his bloomers and removed his boxershorts to unveil the most magnificent cock she had ever seen. She took him in her helping hand to scrutinise it. It was still quite soft but filled her hand completely. It was delightfully warm to the touch and it began to puff up. This mans dick was slightly bigger than her married man and was still half soft. She leaned it closer and planted her soft wet buss on the head with those ruby red sass of hers. Sandy's panties were so damp she could find her juices flowing into them. She could see a pocket-sized trickle leaking from that bulbous head of his. She stuck out her glossa to retrieve it. It tasted of fret and urine. She loved it. He smelled of sawdust and the outdoors. Something she could never smell of her situation scope husband. She opened her lips extensive and took his articulated lorry hard rod into her lip. She took it all at first but as he continued to grow she knew that would no longer be possible in a few mo. She sucked him feverishly using as often expectoration as she could muster. When Richards cock was fully set up she removed it just long enough to take in it's full phase of the moon beauty and size. When her eyes were full she returned those deep red red lips back on his throbbing cock and sucked him as deeply as she could. Her mouth was producing plentiful amounts of spit as she began coughing and choking on him. He was threatening the entryway of her throat and his cock was only half way in. She loved it and she hated Mike and she was going to hate suck Richards dick until he came in her mouth. She pulled off of him and began licking his balls. She loved the taste. The saltiness and the sweat and the musk of him drove her wild. She once again tried to swallow him solid but she could only manage one-half. That would just have to do she intend. With her oral fissure full she looked up at the clock on the wall. It had already been thirty minutes since she talked to her husband. She kicked it into overdrive. She sucked hard on the behemoth shaft still releasing as a lot spit as she could muster. She was attempting to cease him quickly but function of her wished her married man could walk in right now. She wanted him to witness the scene. The duskiness of his cock disappearing into the paleness of her cutis. The black tool disappearing into those ruby red lips. Sandy wrapped her hands around Ivor Armstrong Richards ass pulling him into her face as he started to moan. She felt his nous clotheshorse to the max and felt the overflow of hot creamy cum gushing into her mouth. She held him into her mouth until he was finished. As Richard withdrew his stopcock they heard a car wrench into the driveway. Richard quickly pulled on his wearing apparel and told Sandy he would return tomorrow to polish off his work. As he left Sandy quickly grabbed the Zea mays everta bowl and spat the entire depicted object of Richards shipment into the popcorn. She then mixed up the Zea mays everta and ran to the public toilet to draw up herself. When she returned she found her husband placing a DVD in the DVD player. They sat down on the cast together and microphone reached in and grabbed a handful of popcorn, placed it into his lip and ate it. Mike and Sandy watched their moving-picture show and Sandy watched as mike ate the entire bowlful of popcorn himself. Sandy wanted him to expire on it. She wanted to see him cough and gag as she had coughed and gagged on that colossus cock minutes before his reaching. After the motion-picture show sandy asked, did you enjoy the popcorn dearest ? Plenty of salinity, plenitude of butter ? mike replied yes, glad to see you didn't piece of ass it up this time. Sandy replied with a smirk, That's good honey I'm going up for a bathtub. Good night. As sandy lay in the hot piddle she sent two fingers deep into her throbbing cunt. Remembering I. A. Richards rooster trench into her throat and knowing his cum was thick into her husband stomach sent her over the edge in second gear .