Turning the tables
One weekend, the kids weren't home, the day was beautiful
and without obligations. My wife was near the sink when
I came up behind her, embraced her shapely waist and kissed
her on the side of her neck. She surprised me by lifting my
hands to her breasts and directing them to softly squeeze
them. She usually doesn't respond so quickly to such
an advance, preferring to be seduced. But she leaned back
against me and let me fondle her, first through her crushed
velvet shirt (her favorite cloth) and then I slowly traced
her firm stomach with my fingertips and glided up under
her bra.
Her nipples were already erect in expectation to my touch,
and she kissed me hard when I lifted her shirt and exposed
them to the warm air. I let one hand slide down her belly her
belly again, and teased her pant line. Still leaning back
against me she groped for my crotch, and felt the inevitable
bulge disforming my zipper. She rubbed and grabbed me through
my pants, heightening my arousal. "God, I need to
be fucked!" she breathed heavily in my ear.
At this point, she turned around abruptly, pushing me back
slighty as she dove to release the clasp of my belt and and
pants, jerking them down to allow her full access to my hard-on
and balls. "Jesus, you're always ready for me,
aren't you?" she exclaimed in lewd merriment.
"Baby, you have no idea how much you turn me on!"
I chortled back at her.
She got down on her knees and took my balls in one hand while
guiding my cock into her wet mouth with the other. She sucked
and licked my dick with uncommon urgency. I managed to lean
over slightly, pull her shirt off and remove her bra. All
the while she barely missed a beat. She concentrated on
the head, causing me to gasp and jerk. I felt like my wife
was devouring me, trying to satiate her hunger. She suddenly
got up, and there was a feral look in her eye. "Come
with me!" she commanded as she took my arm and led me
to the adjoining bathroom.
She stopped in front of the sink and leaned forward slightly.
Her long black hair fell across her shoulders and played
across the top of her lushious breasts. Leaning like that
raised her ass, one of the parts of her body that I love the
most. Seeing her tits in the mirror and following the sensuous
curves of her bare back and waist down to the shapeliness
of her ass made me even harder and bigger, which I didn't
think possible at that point.
I kissed her back and she wiggled her wonderous ass while
I pulled her pants down. Now fully free of all garmets, she
spread her legs wide and let me explore her pussy with my
fingers. She was already slick and humid, and started to
push her hips in rhythm with my finger thrusts. "Where's
that big cock of yours, baby, c'mon, I want to feel it,
where is it?!?" she rasped. She grabbed and pulled
my shaft as I rubbed her protruding clit. I couldn't
think of the last time my wife had been so full of raw lust
and need. She wasn't grabbing me to keep me stimulated,
but rather was pulling me into her waiting vagina from behind.
She placed the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy,
and pushed back to make sure it was well seated. "Fuck
me, now, fuck me!"
I gripped her waist, pulling her ass a bit tight with my palms,
then slowly and very deliberately started to push my length
into her. She gasped loudly, pushing back in response.
As wet as she was, she had to back off until the head of my cock
was again at her openning, and the we both slowly pressed
into each other until I was jammed into her to the hilt, raising
her onto her toes, and yelping at the sensation. This extended
force caused us both to pant and our legs shivered. I felt
like I was growing larger inside her, and held back my urge
to drive into her without abandon. I sensed she wanted something
different, and I was going to let her lead.
My wife started to gyrate her hips slowly, relishing the
sudden impalement and fullness within her. I complied,
letting the gyrations be the main movement and not thrusting.
It became a laviscious dance, and I reached one hand forward
to finger her clitoris again. She threw her head back and
forth, lightly whipping my chest with her hair and making
all sorts of sounds of mounting pleasure as we increased
the speed of our combined movement.
In one smooth motion she slowed, and gently pushed me back
and down until I slid out of her. She groaned lightly, and
relaxed her legs for a moment. I knew she wasn't finished,
and turned her around. Her legs were still wide in expectation
of further penetration, but I knelt and pressed my face
into her deep musk and started to lick her pussy hungrily.
As much as she hummed with pleasure, she had other things
in mind. "Come, lie down over there!" she directed,
pushing my head back.
I lay flat on my back on the carpet of the den, bathed in the
sunlight of the facing window, not caring if the neighbors
could see through. My cock stood brazenly, demanding her
attention. Like some predatary animal, my wife dropped
down and crawled on her hands an knees over to my prostrate
body. As she approached, she lowered her head and tongued
me, starting at my swollen balls, along the length of my
shaft, teasing the head of my penis, and then gently sucking
on my nipples. It was my turn to gasp at the sensation, and
she quickly covered my mouth with hers to suppress my loud
vocalization. She looked in my eyes for a moment, and a wicked
grin flitted across her face. Wordlessly, she crouched
back until she was directly over my groin, and she reached
down to adjust my cock to be pointing straight up at her cunt.
She grunted as she lowered herself down, reacquainting
her insides with my size until I was again buried to the hilt.
This time she remained crouched, and started to pivot her
torso back and forth, realizing the entire length of my
cock with each swing.
I first looked at her face, and her eyes were closed and she
licked her lips and panted. Then I looked down to gaze at
her flat belly, imagining how deep I was within her, watching
her movements. I was entranced for a moment and then thunderstruck.
"Baby, are you fucking me?!" I exclaimed. Her
eyes openned, startled, but they were glazed, and her mouth
openned as she started to pant heavily. In response to my
question, she started to drive herself relentlessly onto
my cock, thrusting and twisting in same way as I would if
I were atop her. "Yes, baby, you can fuck me for a change.
C'mon, baby, go! Go ahead and fuck me!" I told
her. I was immersed with the feeling of her doing me, of having
some inkling of what she must feel like, of having our roles
reversed. Giving her the freedom to pursue this role reversal
released something in my wife, as she crushed herself onto
me with abandon.
In the frenzy, we became disengaged, and my wife's
pelvis continued to thrust, but she groaned at the interruption.
She threw herself on the ground, raised her knees and openned
her legs wide. She reached openly with her arms, and yelled,
"Oh God, finish me off! Please, fuck me, and finish
me off!"
Now, I held nothing back, and became the rutting beast myself.
I raised myself above her, and without the aide of any hands,
plowed directly into her gaping cunt. She cried out, lashed
her arms around my back, and used her feet to pull my lower
body into her more deeply. I started to alternate between
grinding and thrusting, and my wife's legs rose to
encircle my waist. I slid my hand's under her lovely
ass, and grabbed her cheeks to accentuate my grind. When
thrusting, I lifted her, momentarily suspending her impaled
on me, only to land and bury myself into her again.
We were locked in wide kisses, and kissed and nibbled her
neck, until my wife's body began to shudder and shake
uncontrollably. Her eyes were shut, her head rolled from
side to side, and she moaned , mewed, and cried unintelligibly.
Her whole body tensed and bucked as she came, and I thrust
and buried myself, lifting her as her back arched. She yelled,
and I felt my sperm erupt into her. I was aware of it starting
in the bottom of my balls and rushing inside the length of
my cock, before exploding into her pussy.
We were both transfixed and suspended in time, both of us
cumming in waves, neither of us moving but still being driven
into each other, barely able to breathe. We finally both
crashed to the floor (although it was only an inch away),
exhaling loudly and gulping for air. My wife's vagina
coaxed and milked more of my semen from my loins, which seems
to be boundless. She worked with a rhythm and pressure I'd
only experienced before with a different woman, and this
was so pleasureable that it kept me rigid inside her. I gyrated
and thrust lightly, emptying myself of my ejaculation,
and blending my seed with her juices. "Oh, God! Let
me catch my breath first! I've got no friction, I'm
so full. Baby, how much did you cum?!?" she said between
breaths.
I reached for a box of tissues, ready to capture the spillage
of our sex. We sat up and gently cleaned each other, caressing
and kissing.
"Honey, you blew my mind by fucking me like that!"
I told her. She grinned, took my hand and led me upstairs
to shower together, and we fucked again.
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