It was a rough day. It was mid summertime, the air conditioning at work was at its common inadequate temperature setting and my new boss was a real SOB. He was the type of person who, if he was drowning in a swimming pond, people would toss him an mainstay. I trudged in, only half remembering an invitation to an early dinner party company to which my wife had accepted an invitation.

I walked into my theater, set to drop into a chair and have a insensate boozing. Turning the corner from the front door into the living elbow room, there was my wife, Valerie. She was 5'6 '' tall, 125 lbs and 34A-28-36. She was wearing a bedaze new outfit : a then stream fashion white halter top wearing apparel, Patrick White hose and white 3 inch in high spirits hound. She had foot OR just three month before and no one expected her to be able to weary eminent heel again. Her make up was very nice. Her eye apparition emphasized her brilliant blue optic and her lips were very red. The dress itself had a circle dame and was knee length. Under it was a rather stiff and quite rustling white 60 yard petticoat. My wife looked like an 18 year old virgin bride. She approached me and putting her blazonry around me and French people kissed me quite passionately. She was wearing Chanel no. 5 perfume, my favorite. As she pressed herself against me, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. Being a 34A, she really did not need to wear one but I had never known my married woman to go in world braless unless she was wearing a bathing suit. `` `` MMM, something is missing, '' I whispered in her ear, one-half joking, as I pushed against her left breast with my right hand.. She kissed me again and responded, `` That is not the exclusively thing that is missing, '' as her get out bridge player rubbed against my crotch, unzipped my pants and reached in grabbing my expanding hammer with a fervor I had n't felt since our honeymoon 13 long time before.

Her aroma was intoxicating. I held her quite close to me. We kissed again and my hired hand reached under her dress. I ran it up her leg. I discovered that she was wearing a couplet of stockings with a supporter belt ammunition and no panties ! I did n't even know that she knew what stockings were, since she had always worn pantyhose. She had never gone without pantie even in private except during sex or when she was bathing.

She handed me a camera. `` remove my flick. '' She never wanted her ikon to be taken when she dressed up for me before. `` Walk down the residence hall towards me. '' She did that and I took a photo. I took another of her sitting on the floor and one of her standing. I jokingly asked her, `` Can I get hold of one of you lying on the floor masturbating ? '' She said, `` No. I still have to submit the film in for developing. '' This was foresighted before the time of the digital camera. `` But I will baffle for you. ``

That stunned me. My sweet wife had always refused to do more than the casual portraiture. She walked to the center of the way and sat down. First she laid back on the carpet, then she spread her legs pulling her frock up to her shank. She was quite exposed. She then moved her right hand over to her vagina and inserted her middle finger into her pussy. `` I want to bed you. '' I said to her. She replied, `` I bet you say that to all your female familiarity. '' She pulled her finger out of her pussy and brought it up to her back talk. She began to go down on in her digit, looking dreamily into the distance.

I set the camera down and approached her. I sat down next to her. Our kissing became more passionate. `` Fuck me, now, here on the flooring, '' she whispered. She had never liked me to use the f-word and always resisted me fucking her anywhere but on the bed. We sat up on the trading floor. I started to get up to get a condom ( we used them, very successfully, for parentage control ) but she said, `` No, fuck me now. Fuck me you horny stud. I want your naked and hot turncock in me now. '' She was almost shouting but in the athirst intimate way of a charwoman overheated by sexual lust. She was then lying on the floor on her spine with her dress pushed up above her waist and her legs cattle ranch open. She was able to unfold her pussycat almost 2 inches that way. She also began to caress her breasts through the fabric of her dress, looking at me in a way that I had never seen before. She was begging me to ravish her ! I french kissed her puss as she reached into my unzipped pant and worked my cock out.. My tool sprung out fully loaded.. I mounted her and slide my hammer into her surprisingly moist puss. `` Oh, get it on me you horny SOB, '' she called out. `` nookie me. I want you to fuck me. I am so lonely for your huge, fucking cock. '' That excited me even more, since she never used that kind of language. We were fucking in a frenzied cacoethes that I had n't felt in her since before our son was born seven age before. Her moaning and beggary increased, `` Fuck me. I am your strumpet. Fuck your hot wife. '' My stab soon resulted in my filling her with my cum. My cock stayed hard as she moaned and bucked against it. I did n't even realize that the door and windows were open.

We orgasmed very loudly and then we embraced and kissed as we came down for the frenzied cacoethes that we had just experienced. She kissed me and said, '' I would have gone to the party dressed this way if you did n't respond as you did. Now fuck me again. ``

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