I sat there on the couch, my aching head leaned back against the rest and my eyes closed. I’d

I sat there on the couch, my aching head leaned back against the rest and my eyes closed. I’d just had a very long and stressful day. One that I didn’t feel like talking about. I had been looking forward to finally getting home, to sitting on this couch, and letting the misery of the day fall from my shoulders. All I wanted at the moment was just to sit there in the blessed silence of the evening and let the world melt away as the aspirin worked its merry way through my weary body. Setting my iced bourbon, or rather the empty glass that once held my iced bourbon, down on the coffee table I lay back for a quick nap before dinner was placed on the table. And yes, ladies. I did use a coaster.So completely knocked out was I that I didn’t even hear my wife enter the room. Instead I simply felt the weight of her sliding into my lap. It was a carefully perfected maneuver on her part. Isabelle knew exactly how to sit, leasing her head along my shoulder with her soft lips pressing gently along my neck, so that I would automatically wrap one hand around her waist as the other would find it’s way between her warm  thighs. Catlike, she nuzzled her head into my neck, inhaling my scent and sighing with contentment as she exhaled. She felt my body relax almost instantly, just as I felt her melting gently into my arms. We had that effect on each other. The kind that brought us comfort just by being close.My hand began to caress her bare thigh, my fingertips gliding over her smooth skin. Back and forth, lifting her skirt gently up along her hips by centimetres. Taking my time. Enjoying her softness. She returned the feeling, moaning and purring into my ear. Isabelle knew what that would do to me, easing my troubled mind and arousing me simultaneously. We stayed like that for a while. Easing into each other. Letting the time pass in each other’s arms as the world and all its pressures drifted away unnoticed. Soon enough, she found my hand trailing upwards. Her legs widened as my questing fingers found her sex. Isabelle wasn’t wearing any panties. She never did when we were alone at home. I had established that little rule early in our relationship and like the good little girl she was she was happy to obey it. My fingers brushed lightly along her soft fur. She dug her fingers into my hair, holding me tighter as I teased along her pussy-lips, my fingers traveling in those slow lazy circles she loved so very much. Her shiver, her whimpering response was all that I needed to know that she wanted more.I slid one finger between her tender folds, discovering her moistness. Goosebumps spread across her arms and legs as I explored her gently. Isabelle was already so wet that I could feel her juices trailing along my fingertips, evoking an instant response from my hardening shaft. She buried her face into my neck, flushed with embarrassment at the way her body yearned for mine, and moaned softly against my cheek.  With her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders I let my fingers play, allowing them to worship her in their own erotic way. Knowing exactly how my goddess liked to be touched, and where.After a few moments, I felt her thighs quivering around my hand, squeezing it between them as her pussy simply dripped with her juices. Her body trembled with need as her hands toyed with the buttons of my shirt. Her timid fingers skimmed along the leather of my belt, her nails gracefully tracing the bare skin of my muscled stomach. Her bright green eyes turned up to mine, her gaze lying somewhere between lustful heat and fervent plea. She always needed a little encouragement to go after what she wanted. My little girl never failing to ask my permission before taking what was always and forever her own. In answer I  pushed a second finger into her heat and pressed in deep and steady. After all these years together she was still tight as hell and I could feel her walls spreading along my fingers as I began to fuck her with a slow and steady rhythm, my kisses trailing along the soft felt collar she wore about her neck.“Oh, fuck.”, she gasped against my ear as she pulled herself even closer to me, her firm breasts pressed against my chest’; her nipples already diamond hard. I rubbed my palm against her clit and let my fingers continue to work their magic inside her pussy. Isabelle’s lips seized on my own and her hands drove into my trousers, tearing away the belt and  wrapping my cock in her firm grasp. A low growl escaped my mouth and her moan swallowed it. Our tongues did a sensual, slow dance in each other’s mouths between the heady sounds of pleasure that escaped our throats. We found ourselves in a blissful yet tormenting state. Embracing on the couch. Kissing fiercely. Hands pleasuring each with slow thrusts and strokes matching in rhythm. The heat between us rising. Pushing each other to the edge. Feeling. Tasting. Touching. And yet never having enough. Suddenly her mouth released my own and she looked up, staring into my eyes.“I’m gonna cum”, she whispered past trembling lips, and felt my cock strengthen instantly in her hand. My pre-cum was already leaking across her fingers in streams and she knew I was not far behind, “Cum with me?”, she whimpered in her need. “Please, Vincent. Cum for me.”I took her hair in both fists as I brought her face to mine,“You know what I want, don’t you my hot fucking slut? You know where my seed belongs. Don’t you? ”Without another word she straddled me, bringing her skirt up along her waist as she took me between her thighs.  She had a look in her eyes like she wanted to devour me whole as she lifted herself above my throbbing cock  and slid down along the shaft. I groaned as her molten hot pussy squeezed  itself tightly around me. My wife’s pussy was soft and velvety, hot and tight, and even the thought of it could give me a raging hard-on that would last throughout the day. Isabelle moaned along with me as she began to rise and fall along my shaft, her breasts shaking gently in her blouse as she bounced up and down, gradually building up her pace until she was fucking me wildly. “You like this?” she said, her words coming amid panting breaths, “You like fucking this tight little pussy with that big, hard cock of yours?" "Fuck yes,” I growled, sweat beading on my forehead. “I love feeling your pussy. I love making you fucking moan. I want to fuck my cum straight into that hot cunt of yours all damned night!." My wife could always arouse me, make me stronger, hotter, hungrier than any woman I had ever known. Soon I couldn’t help myself, and I began to fuck Isabelle right back, thrusting my cock up hard to meet her riding fuck. As she felt, heard,both of our orgasms approaching her bouncing became faster, more manic, more hurried. My hands shot around her wait to grip to grip the meat of her ass, trying in vain to control the five-force hurricane of our sex. And God, it was incredible. "Oh Fuuuuck…” she moaned, her arms hugging my head tight to her breasts as she slammed herself down along my length like a woman gone mad, “I’m gonna cum. Fuck me! Fuck me!! Fuck meeeeee….!" I obliged, sucking in air through gritted teeth, fucking her as hard as I could. ”Isabelle,“ I gasped. "I’m getting close. That hot cunt of yours is making me cum!”"Cum with me! Fill up my pussy with your cum. I want to feel you fucking it deep in my cunt!” she screamed and begged.I tried to fuck her even harder, though being merely human there was only so much I could do. But my efforts paid off. Her moans crescendo-ed into a scream of ecstasy and I felt her explode on my cock, her juices soaking me as her pussy squeezed tight around the base. It was too much for me to handle. I moaned, gripped her ass for dear life, and came, firing my hot cum inside her as her pussy miked every drop from me. My wife sighed and slumped forward onto my chest and lay there for a while, her heaving breaths matching my own as she shivered in my arms. Our mouths met simply to keep ourselves grounded in reality. Moans and growls of ecstasy filled the air as our bodies released their passion upon themselves.She rested her head against my forehead while we gasped and struggled to catch our breath. Her hands slid down to the base of my cock, slowly stroking the last of my cum up into her already flooded pussy. I found myself lifting my hips up into her grasp, eager to give her the last drop of cum I had left in my balls. Afterwards we sat there, quiet and still, sharing that intimate moment between ourselves.We snuggled closer as our hearts quieted and our breathing slowed, coming back under control. Without a word spoken between us, we both headed upstairs to the bathroom to shower before dinner. The tensions of my day had been long forgotten now, and all that was left was the love I felt for this woman who knew me so very well. My goddess. My girl. My perfect, beautiful slut. My wife. -- source link

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