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It was time to get ready to go to work, and just like every other day it started with breakfast and a shower. As I walked into the bathroom of my suburban home, I went to get a towel. That’s when I noticed a pair of pink lacy panties on the floor.
I thought that’s strange, but maybe my wife Jenna dropped them by accident. Probably when she was putting the laundry away.
I went to pick the underwear up, and as I did, I discovered a paper inside. It was a note from my wife.
It read:
A special dance for you tonight
Your cock will stand up at the sight
I won’t take no, what if’s, or BUTTS
Soon, I will be your biggest _ _ _ t.
The note was sealed with the imprint of a lipstick kiss.
Colour me intrigued. This is not like my wife, although she is beautiful, and let’s just say built for the bedroom. Oh, who am I kidding, she’s built for sex. Five foot four, short black hair and curves in all the right places. T and A, with hips that sway seductively when she walks. A walking wet dream. But when it came to sex, her appetite was more waifish then voracious. Even if this behaviour was out of the ordinary for my wife, I was excited.
According to my wife, I too was fun to look at. At an even six feet, with red hair and the temperament to match. Jenna is always telling me she loves my blue eyes. I keep in good shape playing all types of sports and going to the gym three times a week. This shows in my muscular build. My arms are well defined as well as my rock hard abs.
My excitement was felt in the shower, as I edged my eight inch cock to a massive orgasm. Only to be ruined by the sound of a dog barking. Oh shit, I said, I left the dog outside. Not only that, I’m going to be late for work. So I hopped out of the shower, towelled off my body, and oversensitive twitching dick. This would have to wait.
As I got to work I was caught up in work stuff, my thoughts about the dance planned for this evening slowly slipping from my mind. But whenever I was about to forget, my wife would send me a friendly reminder.
It was my first break when I got a text from her.
It read:
A special dance for you tonight.
A shiny outfit very tight
A few surprises up my sleeve
And one that’s buried very DEEP.
I nearly spit out my drink when I read the last part.
What the hell is she talking about? As I got up to go back to work, I had to take my lunch tray to hide my raging erection. The work day wore on. I was on my last break when I received another text from Jenna.
It read:
I’m escort bursa looking forward to our dance
For this routine you need no pants
When you come home go get showered
Then wait upstairs to be devoured.
These rhymes although kind of silly, were still making me really horny. This dance, Jenna planned was all I could think about now. My mind is dancing with thoughts of you, and the stirring in my pants is palpable too. I’m like, “Oh no, I’m rhyming now as well.”
A couple hours later work was finished, and I was heading home. Even though I was tired, my mind couldn’t focus on anything else, but the note and her texts. I arrived home, showered, then headed upstairs to the master bedroom to wait for my wife.
As I entered the room, I found another note and a blindfold laid out on a chair set up in the middle of the room.
The note read:
I hope you’re sitting, ready to begin
For tonight is all about carnal sin
Use this blindfold to hide your handsome eyes
Then wait at the chair for this slut’s surprise
I could hear her getting ready in the other room. My imagination was running wild, and my cock was too. A short time later I heard my wife walk into the room.
I felt her getting closer as the smell of perfume intensified. Next I felt her lean in as her tits smothered my face. She said “peekaboo” or in this case peekaboob as she slid my blindfold down. Jenna was looking sexy as hell, or heaven depending which way you want to look at it. Her black hair was in pigtails, just begging to be pulled from behind. Her lips were painted a sexy silver colour.
For the first part of her outfit she wore a push up bra. My wife doesn’t just have big tits, she has perfect 38 F tits. I’m not sure what the F stands for, but I’m pretty sure it is fantastic. The black latex bra showed her breasts off magnificently. Even as they threatened to escape from their shiny latex covering.
To complete the look, she wore a black wetlook skirt which was scandalously short. The skirt was failing badly in hiding the latex thong she wore underneath. But what it didn’t fail at was framing her sublime ass. Man did it look good!
My wife walked up to me, and said in a teasing tone, “It’s time for your special dance, sir.”
She proceeded to play some Latin music. I don’t know what the hell it was called, but I liked it, because she liked it. And boy, she really liked it!
She started to slowly tease me siting down on my lap, provocatively brushing her booty on my cock to the rhythm bursa escort of the music. She then stuck her luscious tits in my face. My wife was getting lost in the music, and I was getting lost in her heaving chest.
She looked at me seductively and said, “Sir, would you like to lick my tits?” But before I could do as she asked, my wife while sitting on my lap took her perfect breast out of the bra and up to her mouth, where she teased it gently with her tongue. As she licked her oversensitive nipple it felt electric, as volts of pleasure coursed through her sexed up body.
She was putting on an arousing show.
Jenna said, “Do you love my tits, sir?”
I nodded mesmerized at the sight of my wife’s now moist breasts in front of me. She rubbed my chest and abs, as she made her way down my body. On her knees she looked up at me with her hazel eyes. She then took her tongue and mimicked licking my cock which was centimetres away. Never breaking eye contact the whole entire time.
Next she got up, turned around with her back to me, and started grinding on me slowly again. Her nice curvy ass driving my stiff hard cock down, and not into her now dripping wet pussy. It felt so good, and it looked so good.
The temptress proceeded to lift up her skirt a bit showing more ass cleavage. I could make out something with colour peeking out underneath the thong, but I wasn’t sure what. She then reached to touch the floor with her hands like a stripper would. In doing so my dream dancer stuck her perfect big ass right in my stunned face. Something was sparkling under the thong. It was at that time that I noticed that she was hiding a jewelled butt plug.
She looked back at me, and said, “Do you like it, sir? I have been wearing it all day, and it feels so good DEEP in my hole.” I nodded.
She moved her thong to the side, and took out the jeweled pink plug buried in her ass. The plug was rather large.
I was frozen in shock. And even if I could have said something, I didn’t get to.
My wife told me to open my mouth, so I did. She stuck the plug inside. I eagerly sucked her ass juices from the silvery base. It tasted so good.
As I reveled in the taste, she said innocently, “Do you like the way my ass tastes, sir?”
She directed me to take the plug and put it back in her hole. Then she asked me to remove it, and place it in her mouth.
As the plug parted her silver lips, she said, “You were right, sir, my ass tastes great.”
I was ready to bust a nut at what was transpiring before me. Jenna then told me to put the blindfold back on. About twenty seconds later, she said, “Ok, you can open them bursa merkez escort bayan now.”
Laying before me was my wife with her ass wiggling high in the air, and attached to it was a note. I reached down to gently remove the taped note, as she continued to wiggle and suck on the plug.
It read:
Hubby, I hope you like the present view
Now take your cock you know well what to do
Your wait’s been long, you have dealt with my sass
Tonight, I’m yours so you can have my ass
This note was an anal invitation which I gladly accepted.
Turning her head she looked back to me and said, “I loved having my ass filled all day, but I want the real thing.”
“Hubby,” she said playfully, “I feel empty now. Can you take your hard cock and put it where the plug was?”
I’m like, “Yep, I can do that.” Happy to help, I threw her on the bed and again admired the unreal view from behind. Then I grabbed my wife’s hips, and took my throbbing cock and eased it in slowly. Her ass was already very accommodating from the plug.
I fucked her butt slowly at first, before pushing in a little more. My anal avenger was on the verge of a massive orgasm, while she continued to rub her dripping wet clit. Deeper and deeper my cock went, until I was all the way in.
She started moaning loudly. She was screaming, “Fuck my tight ass.”
I also heard, “Yeah, big boy, fuck me hard, I’m your naughty slut. Use me, use my ass.” Her bedroom banter was filling my ears, while I filled her ass.
I continued my anal assault before she came uncontrollably. As she shook possessed by pleasure, I was now ready to unload.
My wife positioned me over her face looking at me pleadingly as if my cum was a tasty treat. I was ready to explode, and explode I did, all over her mouth, her face and glistening tits.
This night was wonderfully strange, and it was about to get even stranger.
Jenna then wiped up the cum and started licking and sucking on it. She was slurping it all up like a wanton slut, whose very survival depended on it. After slurping it all up, my wife then sucked on her fingers and said teasingly, “All that dancing made this dirty girl thirsty.”
I was shocked, and said, “What’s gotten into you? You’re not my wife.”
Jenna then slapped me hard in the face, and sternfully said, “Tonight I’m not your wife, I’m your fuck toy. Your naughty, busty butt slut.” I was in shock at what I was hearing.
Instead of closing up shop, Jenna took my deflating cock, and started licking it up and down, as if it were a dripping popsicle.
Next she got down on all fours again, pushing her ass up in the air. My wife turned around looking at me lustfully, and said, “I’m ready for round two, big boy, so come hit this ass again like a champ.”
I looked down at her gaping hole. It was all the motivation I needed, as my dick sprang back to life.
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