Lunchtime Experience


Blowjob, Cheating, Masturbation, Wife
He sat in his chair staring at the TV. He had no idea what was on, some hoops biz. His brain was still thinking about the day. Unbelievable really.

'' You 've been quite this night. Everything okay ? '' his wife asked.

He was pulled out of his trance. `` Yes, everything is delicately. ``

'' Okay, just making sure. ``

He went back to his thoughts.

--

Today he went to his preferred sandwich shop. It was called the Cheese'n'Feed. rule day just like any former. As he got in line, he was behind a offspring adult female. She was wearing a sundress and even though he could not see her human face, he knew she was attractive.

He was a faithful man, never even thought of cheating on his wife. He was happy with her. He could n't imagine being with anyone else. They had married as virgins and only been with each other. They did n't make fantasies. Never done anything crazy, and with their 22nd anniversary coming up, there was no reason to break the mold now. However, he did n't evanesce up a chance to appreciate the dish of God 's creation.

The first thing he noticed was her legs. He looked towards the soil as he walked and as he came to the line to order, he saw branch. Beautiful, silky smooth legs. They were a golden brownness and firm. The legs were cut off by a sun wearing apparel at mid-thigh. The frock was slightly high in the cover due to a protruding rear. He shook his question.

'' Damn at the construction of that '' he thought.

He got to the figurehead of the seam and ordered. Moved down, received his intellectual nourishment and then found a table near the middle of the room. After filling his drink, he sat down, looked up, and she was sitting a booth across from him. Her cubicle was turned plumb line to his vision and he could see into her booth. Now he could see almost up to her hip of her properly leg.

'' red cent '' he thought and looked away. Within seconds his eye drifted back.

Her grimace was just as beautiful as her body. She was on her phone texting. Occasionally she would stop moving her thumbs, apparently reading, and would smile. He looked away again. Trying not to stare.

--

'' well you are excited ''

He was pulled from his thoughts, momentarily confused. `` Huh ''. He looked down. His shorts had a tent in them. He blushed guiltily. Looked up at his wife. She was very pretty. She was shortstop and over the years become a picayune plump.

'' What you thinking about over there ? '' she asked sexily.

'' Uh, um, I was thinking about, um you. '' He stammered.

She smiled. `` I 'm sorry it 's been a spell, but I think I can ingest care of that tonight '' She walked over and kissed him. He kissed back guiltily, but it felt good.

As they kissed his mind started to wonder back to the woman.

--

She sat there in the John Wilkes Booth, texting someone, picking at her food. Then she bit one side of her bottom lip. It was the aphrodisiac feeling he 'd ever seen. His pecker started to get uncomfortable in his pants. He immediately became guilty. He 'd never looked at any woman but his wife quite like this. With such longing.

Then discreetly, the woman put one script in her lap, on top of the little bit of dress left to address her lap. She then pressed her dress down. He could see her handwriting slowly moving. His dick stood up, and he began to squirm in his chair. Her eyes were closed and her chest lifting in high spirits with her breaths. He looked away again, turned on, embarrassed, guilty and many other emotions filling him that he could not identify.

--

'' Wow, this is the hardest you 've been in a long meter. '' His married woman said. Her handwriting were in his shorts. The guilt rose, but it also felt so dear. His wife pulled the rubber band waist striation of his short pants down. `` Wow, you are extremely delirious. ``

His wife knelt between his wooden leg and took him in her lip. He laid his head back and closed his optic. His mind went back to the cleaning lady.

--

This time when he looked up, the fair sex was looking around. They made eye contact. Her beauty held him for just a second then he looked away. Those optic. Even though it was n't for him, the desire in them drove him wild. She looked at her phone and smiled big and turned red. Her hand went back on her lap. This prison term it bypassed the frock and went between her legs. He wondered if she was wearing any panties. She still tried to text with the other helping hand. His hand went to his crotch and pressed against his growing dick. He could n't help but stare.

The cleaning woman 's paw started moving faster. Her thorax heaved higher. Her neck opening turned red. She was licking her lips and biting her brim. Her eyes closed and her breathing spell came out stiff though her olfactory organ. He started rubbing against the front of his pants.

--

He pulled his wife 's head off his peter. `` I want to get behind you '' he said.

'' Oh ... okay '' she responded. His wife stood and turned towards the bedroom. He grabbed his wife, pulled her sweat pants down and said `` right here '' as he pulled her to the floor.

His wife obeyed even though this was out of the ordinary. She got on all fours. He positioned himself behind her, then pushed his wife 's head to the floor, lifting her ass. He grabbed her hip and in in one thrust buried himself in her. His married woman yelled, half in botheration half in pleasance. She tried to say something but he was already pumping in and out of her as fast as his pelvis could move. He loved his married woman. He loved her meaty waist. He had never had a problem with it before. But right now he longed for that slender waist and thick ass of the adult female in the cafe.

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The cleaning woman was really working her finger now. Her straits dropped to the mesa. Her dark haircloth falling around her face. Her bridge player released the speech sound, reached under her and squeezed her white meat. Then her head shaft up, her oculus opened, he mouth opened to yell but no sound came out. Her deal still on her breast and between her legs. The detrition started to slack. She was out of breath. She removed her hand from between her legs. It was wet. That answered his interrogative sentence about panties. She looked around. They made eye contact. He could sense his mouth was open and he knew he was staring but he could n't contain. Her eyes were amazing. She blushed and scooted out of the booth. He could n't see her pussy clearly but he could see her thighs were glistening. As she tried to place upright her legs almost gave out and she had to bewitch herself. She left the sandwich shop.

--

Thrusting in his wife and mentation of the woman gave him the severely orgasm he had ever experienced. He emptied twice the sum normally, with a lot more noise, and a lot More military group. He collapsed on her wife panting.

'' That was amazing. I do n't know what got into you but I loved it. '' she said. `` The best in a recollective clip. Let 's do that again soon. ``

'' I would love to '' he replied guiltily .
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