wifeswickedlust: The first time I saw her I knew I had to have her. I had just moved to town and w
wifeswickedlust: The first time I saw her I knew I had to have her. I had just moved to town and was trying to start up my real estate business. A guy told me I should go to church to meet the locals, not a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all! The first Sunday I went I was amazed at the bevy of beautiful women. Sure, they were all happily married housewives, most with kids. But, damn, there are some real lookers living in this hick town. One in particular caught my eye. She didn’t have a movie star’s beauty, or even a model’s cool good looks. But my cock lurched the first time I laid eyes on her and I realized I wanted to lay more than just eyes on sultry looking housewife. She was probably in her mid-twenties and had a couple of kids, but that only added to her allure. I always thought that a woman who had given birth developed a wonderful full-body appearance. From enhanced breasts and delightfully rounded curves to a soft, sensual air of a real woman lurking within a soccer-mom body. Her husband seemed to be a bit of a prick and I could tell that he didn’t like me one bit. But I wasn’t looking for a friend. I just wanted to fuck his wife. Something in her blue eyes seemed to hold a promise of incredible sensuality just waiting to be set free. And I’m just the bastard to do it. Nothing about her said she was looking to cheat, in fact she seemed the model of a devoted wife and loving mom. She is elegant and beautiful and didn’t at all look like she fooled around. But the more I watched her the more I sensed a hot feral beast lurking within. I bided my time and on the third Sunday of my church attendance I found my opening. Hubby and the kids were off somewhere and she was sitting by herself on a little brick wall outside the church. She looked deep in thought and I wondered if it had anything to do with the sin of forbidden sexual fruit that the preacher had given in his sermon that day. As I watched her from across the churchyard, I could see that she noticed me but was pretending not to. Then, to my delight, she moved around and positioned her dress to give me a peek at her stocking-clad legs and wisp of pink panties. Hot damn! She was teasing me while pretending not to notice that I was watching her. I felt my cock lurch in my pants as I gazed at her hidden charms. I enjoyed the show for a while then, while she was pointedly looking away, I walked up to her and said: “Hi.” She acted startled when she looked up at me as I introduced myself. She smiled at me as we shook hands in greeting and I could feel the soft, warm touch of her flesh. I held her hand a few seconds longer than a normal greeting and she didn’t pull it away. She said something about waiting for her husband and children so I sat next to her and we chatted about the weather and I told her about my business venture. Her name is Sally and her voice is like a coir of angels. I was immediately smitten and I’m sure she noticed. While we bantered back and forth I was able to get her phone number and give her mine under the guise of continuing our chatting over coffee sometime. Just in time too, because her husband came over to reclaim his wife from me. He didn’t even offer to shake my hand. Prick. I was pleasantly surprised when I received a call from Sally the next day offering to have coffee with me. I suggested the coffee shop at my residence hotel in town and she hesitated slightly, but agreed. My cock started to come alive while we were speaking and when hung up I re-positioned it in my pants, gave it a little squeeze and said, “We may be in for some fun today, little buddy.” When Sally bounced into the coffee shop a little while later I was tickled pink to see her and I let it show. She was wearing a similar lightweight polka dot dress as Sunday, only today she was not wearing nylons and her breasts were bouncing delightfully. She was wearing a gardenia in her hair and she looked absolutely beautiful. She smiled when I told her so. I spent the next half-hour over coffee enduring her bubbly chatter about her hubby and kids, but I made sure she thought I was hanging on every word and totally fascinated by her life. When I teasingly redirected our conversation to her sex life, she grew a little quieter, but soon got reanimated and asked about mine. I sensed that Sally might be wondering if something was missing from her sheltered existence. I told her that I couldn’t possibly talk about my sex life in a coffee shop and suggested we move into the cocktail lounge. She glanced around as if wondering if she was doing something wrong, but apparently deciding it was just some sexy banter between new friends, she agreed. I placed my hand at the small of her back as we went from the bright coffee shop to the darkly-lit cocktail lounge. I really enjoyed the sensual movement of her hips as we walked to the lounge and the warmth of her soft skin under her lightweight dress. I led her to a dark booth in the back and ordered gin and tonics for us. After the first two Sally relaxed and began touching my arm as she laughed at my jokes. After the next two she allowed my hands to teasingly caress her legs and boobs. Her skin radiated a soft, sensual glow that I loved. She stopped talking about her husband and pressed her body more tightly to mine as we played sensual games while being squeezed tight in the dark booth. My hand was resting on her bare leg just under her dress when she leaned forward as she reacted to one of my stories. Her movement caused my hand to ride up her soft inner-thigh to her panties. They were wet. She did not resist when I took her hand and led her out of the lounge and up to my room. She was tipsy as she swayed against me on the way, but not too drunk to not realize what was going to happen next. We didn’t speak as I ushered her into my room and closed the door behind us. Her look was plaintive and almost pleading when I pulled her into me and kissed her, softly at first, then more ardently as she melted into my embrace. Her lips tasted like gin as I devoured her mouth with mine. As our tongues intertwined, I felt her gasp as if she was presenting me with an amazing gift. She was. And I was more than ready to take it. I pulled her back from me as I looked into her eyes and began loosening her clothes. My god, she is beautiful. Every fiber of my body screamed to possess her. There was no more pretext as I let her dress slip down her body, then I released her lacy bra to allow her stand before me half-naked. I reached out to caress her milky breasts and I gave her nipples a tender pinch. Sally’s eyes were wide open and staring into mine in wonder. She mewed softly as a kitten and moved her left hand up to mine and I noticed her glance at her wedding ring. But before she could stop me, or think about anything further, I put my mouth to her bare breasts and covered them with kisses and nibbles. I moved my other hand around her waist and let my fingers drift along the panty line at her ass. She was using both of her hands to hold mine at her breast and my free hand freely caressed her bottom then to her belly and down to her damp pussy. When my searching fingers found their way into her panties and into the warm opening of her womb she moaned aloud and dropped her arms in submission. I could sense her fleeting thoughts of her husband melt away. I smiled inwardly as a thought entered my mind… “Fuck You, Charlie. I’m taking your prized possession. Today I will own your wife.” Of course I did not say it out loud, but the thought gave me much pleasure. Sally was standing before me as I stripped her naked. She kept her eyes open as if she didn’t want to miss a single thing happening to her, or because she was shocked and amazed at herself for wanting it to happen. I took my time and savored the sight and feel of this goddess in front of me. I rolled her pink panties over her hips and down her legs. She put her hand on my shoulder to keep her balance as I had her step out of them and my face was even with her lower belly. Her trimmed pubic hair was the color of wheat and the scent of her love juice was of warm honey. I tasted her with my lips and tongue. My body was on fire with my need to possess her completely, but I forced myself to slow down my urgency. When I stripped my clothes off, her eyes widened even more and her body flushed a bright pink. She tentatively reached out to touch my erect cock and I pulled her full length against me. Naked flesh to naked flesh. I don’t know how Sally felt but my blood was boiling in my veins. This wasn’t going to be a quick ‘slam-bam, thank-you, maam’ experience. I was going to fuck this devastatingly beautiful woman long and hard. I might never get the chance again. And I wanted to give this sweet, innocent housewife something to remember. It was cute the way she looked at me when I sat her on the edge of the bed and pulled out my cock ring. She didn’t know what it was or what is was for. When I told her it would keep me hard no matter how many times I would cum or how long we fucked, her head nodded in slow-dawning understanding. She giggled as she licked my shaft and helped get the ring on with her mouth and tongue. I smiled when she told me that she never does this to her husband, but was clearly enjoying it. At last! The ring was in place and the time for consummation had come. But Sally didn’t seem to want to stop. I let her suck my cock for a while longer before entwining my hands in her hair and pulling her up. Her lips and tongue felt magical on my cock but I didn’t want my first orgasm to come too soon. Our petting and caressing foreplay had us both moaning and groaning with lust and passion. We both had a film of perspiration covering our bodies, making our flesh slippery and sensitive. Sally’s love juices were flowing to make the path to paradise smooth and welcoming. As I lay Sally back and her legs up, my cock was like a wild stallion charging to the home stretch. When the bulbous head of my throbbing spear entered the folds of her cuntal passage, I couldn’t hold my hips from lurching forward and entering her completely. The shaft of my cock was fully engulfed in the warm, velvet glove of her womb. The sensation was incredible! I lay still atop of her for several heartbeats, savoring the intense thrill of the moment. Almost of their own accord my hips began rocking into her. Her legs wrapped around my waist and, as if we were doing some kind of fevered jungle dance, her hips began rocking in unison with mine. The blood rushing through my head almost blocked out the sound of her mewing and my groaning as we increased tempo to reach our peak. I felt Sally gasp as she clenched her cunt around my invading spear and we came together in an explosion of lust and fireworks. It lasted a long time and I could feel the wave after wave of orgasmic relief she was experiencing. My cock ring did its job and I remained steel-hard for hours. We would lay entwined after each episode, gasping for air and waiting for our heart-rates to slow to normal. Then we would do it again. The afternoon was spent sampling different positions and bringing each other to a plateau higher and higher than the one before. Sometime we laughed, sometime we screamed like wild animals and sometime we just lay, connected while savoring each other’s bodies. Sometime the only sound in the room was of our wet bodies slapping together and the mutual moaning of our unimaginable joy. Eventually our lust subsided and we realized our afternoon must come to an end. We laughed and played in the shower as we soaped each other all over. Sally went to her knees and used her mouth to remove the cock ring from my still erect dick. The slippery sensation of the warm soapy water stirred us again and we fucked one more time in the rain from the faucet. I have no idea how many times we came that day, but we did again before finishing our shower. I lay across my sex-rumpled bed and watched Sally as she dried her hair and re-applied her makeup. I was so spent I could hardly move and I had a bemused thought of why great sex exhausts a man but seems to invigorate a woman? Yet another sweet mystery of life I guess. Now dressed and made up for her other life, Sally gave me a goodbye kiss before heading for the door. As she was leaving, I blew her another kiss and said: “See you in church.” -- source link