Horny Wife

The neckline gets lower and lower, revealing the beginnings of her delicate globes. She pulls the blouse out of the hem of her skirt and opens it very slowly as she looks into the man’s face. He beams with delight as her nipples are revealed piece by piece. They are already stiff and quite red from excitement and the friction against the blouse fabric. Conny slowly lets the blouse slide down her arms and drop to the floor.

“Come on, have another drink!” the man asks my wife, as if he already knows that Conny can’t hold much alcohol. As he clinks glasses, he clearly enjoys the proximity of her shapely tits. After the two of them have put their glasses back on the table, the gentleman politely asks “May I take the rest now?” and places his hands on her hips without waiting for Conny’s answer. He correctly interprets no resistance as consent and slides his hands down her skirt until they rest on the bare skin of her thighs.

He openly stares at the stiff nipples right in front of his eyes. Coming from below, his hands now slide under Conny’s short skirt to her plump ass cheeks. He devotedly caresses and lightly kneads them. Meanwhile, he presses his face between Conny’s tender mounds. He savors this first physical contact for a few minutes before sitting back a little and taking out his hands. His gaze is now focused on my wife’s tummy and his fingers carefully slide under the hem of her skirt, which is only formed by an elastic band.

He enjoys pushing the skirt down centimeter by centimeter and watching as Conny’s shorn tummy and finally her bulging labia are revealed. As the skirt now hangs between her knees, he grabs her ass cheeks again and presses his mouth onto Conny’s tummy, kissing her. So now my wife is standing stark naked in front of a completely strange but charming gentleman. “Shall I help you out of your clothes now?” she asks to end the stifling silence.

Without answering, he stands up and undoes his belt. Conny steps towards him and reaches for his waistband. In her excitement, she not only pulls his suit trousers down to his knees, but also his white briefs. A semi-rigid cock, surprisingly large for the owner’s age, jumps out at her in wild bushes. With one grip and a few up and down movements, it grows in size. Now what? My wife doesn’t actually like taking the cock in her mouth, but what alternative does she have here?

She gently pushes her cavalier back onto the armchair and kneels between his legs. A brief, tentative lick of the frenulum and she puts her lips over the exposed dark purple glans. She licks and sucks on the now handsome cock until the man places both his hands on the back of her head and pushes his manhood deep into my wife’s throat. After a few deep thrusts, Conny gasps for air and frees herself.

“You’re doing really well,” he says appreciatively as he massages his own cock. She excuses herself for a moment to recharge her batteries in the bathroom. Quite aroused but already sweaty, she thinks about what to do next. Is she ready for another blowjob, where she finally gets his cum load in her mouth? What does her patron expect and how far does she want to go? Undecided, she enters the room, where the man is now sitting on the edge of the bed without his pants.

His hard-on sticks up threateningly. “Would you sit with me now?” he asks my wife questioningly. In her momentary confusion, however, she understands the words differently: she climbs onto the edge of the bed with her knees and sits down on the inviting pole with her legs apart. That suits the man just fine. He grabs Conny’s hips with both hands and gently guides her down. Slowly, the foreign cock disappears into her hot hole until it stops.

Her lover drops back onto the bed and Conny takes over the direction. While she drives him forward at a wild gallop, he skillfully and intensively works the beautiful bells dangling right in front of his nose. After a very short time, they both reach their destination together. My wife retreats back to the bathroom to rinse the copious amounts of cum out of her pussy and get dressed “correctly” again. Back in the room, the stranger is already waiting for her with outstretched arms.

“Come here, my girl, you’re fantastic. It was wonderful with you. But I need some time to myself now. I’m sure you’ll find your way back down on your own. ” With a kiss on his cheek, my wife says goodbye and pockets the “pocket money”, which has now grown to €200. Taking a deep breath, she meets me in the corridor. “And how was it?” I ask her. “Well, he was very charming and it was very different, but very cool! And it was worth it too: it paid for the clothes,” she says, grinning broadly.

We take the elevator down together. There we go our separate ways: I head for a free seat at one of the tables while Conny heads for the bar. There she is greeted by two younger guys who free up a bar stool between them and invite her to join them. The two of them have obviously already had a drink. In her lovely outfit and still aroused state, Conny can’t say “no”.