1. Honey We're Home


    Date: 7/26/2017, Categories: Anal, Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: wallen999, Rating: 92, Source: xHamster

    She called me, like she always did when her husband wasn’t around. I didn’t mind being the other guy; she had the body of a goddess and it wasn’t going to be my broken home. We met at the gym when she caught me staring at her ass during a stretching routine. A little harmless flirting and a few run-ins later and I was making house calls every other week to ‘stretch her out’. This time was no different. She lowered her voice to a sultry tone and talked about how much she needed me, craved me right then. 15 minutes later and I was ringing her doorbell. She arrived at the door wearing a black silky nighty. She usually dressed the part of a late 30’s neglected house wife, as if this was some cheesy movie, but I certainly didn’t mind. Her legs were as toned as an athlete, tan and smooth. The killer stilettos made her calves stand tight under the silky fringe. Her curvy hips cocked to the side with one hand perched. Her flawless abs were just fit enough to not look intimidating, but she was certainly fit. She still had soft pliable breasts that without any work done still perked up. My eyes found them barely covered, a simple boosting bra underneath and her nipples peaked ever so slightly out the top, tinted by the shear robe. Her long brown hair was a mess and hung to the side of her face that sported the all too familiar smirk of indecency. Her high cheek bones and pursed lips instantly brought memories to my mind of times when I had smeared them with my love juices. I smiled ...
    at that. “Do come in,” she said casually. I walked into the lavish house, always amazed that these rich bastards had all a man could want, even a trophy wife, yet he was never home to enjoy them. We walked towards the living room that split the bedroom from the rest of the house. We usually sipped some wine and fooled around on the couches when there was time for it before slipping off to the bed. Sometimes we didn’t even make it that far and I would fuck her across nearly every piece of furniture in the room. ‘I think we missed the arm chair in the corner last round,’ I thought to myself. “Don’t worry about my husband,” she said as we rounded the corner. I was about to utter “I never have,” when the room came into view, and I saw a man seated in the back corner. “He knows what we have been doing and he is ok with it.” I stopped dead in my tracks, eying the man seated in our neglected arm chair, sipping a glass of wine in a business suit. His jacket lay folded over the arm next to him. “I said don’t worry!” she insisted as she returned to me frozen in my steps. “He has always known. He actually likes it,” she said turning to grin at the man who held the glass of wine up but said nothing. “He is no threat to you or any of that, he is just here to watch.” “WATCH?” I nearly shouted, “are you CRAZY?” “Come now, this can’t be that big a shock. What about all those times you work me up by whispering about us getting caught, all the while undressing me?” “That’s because I never ...
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