1. Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 9: Passion Renewed


    Date: 1/14/2016, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Mature, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    with Pamela -- he'd had some doubts when the Darla tryst was revealed. He wondered if Pamela had suddenly become a lesbian -- he'd read about this happening to other women when they reached middle age and the k**s were gone. But the reunion he'd had with his wife and the mindblowing sex they'd shared, well, whatever doubts he might have had, small though they were, had been banished. As hot as his sessions with Melissa and Darla had been there was nothing that compared to the connection he had with Pamela, his one, true, love. Not that Melissa and Darla hadn't been wonderful companions in bed, and the threeway with Darla and Pamela was wonderfully exciting, but the depth of feeling and passion that he had with Pamela was not to be duplicated with anyone else. And the best part was he knew she felt the same way. And, so, Sean went through his day with a smile and an occasional off key whistle. His secretary gave him a few knowing looks but wisely didn't ask any probing questions. By the time he got home, he was thinking about his wife's breasts and imagining his cock squeezed between them. "Hello, darling," Pamela greeted him as he stepped into the kitchen from the garage. "Mmmmm..." Sean said as he kissed his wife, "something smells good." "Are you talking about my perfume, or what's in the oven?" "I'd like to be in your oven, darling," Sean said, pressing his body against Pamela's. "Go on," she said laughing and pushing him away. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. ...
    Go open the wine and I'll get the rest of the meal sorted." "OH!" she gasped as he slapped her fanny when she turned to go back to the stove. "That hurt," she said in mock seriousness rubbing her backside. Inside though, she exalted in the attention and the warmth of the blow had gone straight to her groin. She knew her panties were damp. She was able to pull her focus back onto the finishing touches to her special meal, one of Sean's favorites, a form of Swiss Steak (without the tomatoes) that her mother had taught her to make and that Sean always loved. Mashed potatoes, fresh broccoli (lightly steamed), gravy, and some hard crusted French rolls completed the menu. By the time she had finished placing everything on the table, Sean had opened the wine and poured them each a glass and had poured them each a glass of ice water as well. Pamela lit candles on the table which was covered with a lovely table cloth (matching napkins as well). Sean, catching her mood, pulled her chair out for her and helped her to the table before taking his own place at the other end. Placing his napkin on his lap he opened the tureen and confirmed what his olfactory apparatus had already told him. "Mmmmm...my favorite. And candles, a table cloth, cloth napkins, good china? What's the occasion?" "Just felt like celebrating, darling. I think these last few weeks have rejuvenated us both -- I know I feel like a new bride again -- and I just felt like pampering you a little." Sean got up and leaned down ...
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