1. Joy of joys


    Date: 9/5/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: JWren, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    Eric knew he was in for a special forty-fifth birthday treat as soon as he walked through the door. That morning, his wife Joy had presented him with card at the breakfast table and said, “I’m cooking up something tonight as a birthday treat. So, please, don’t be late home. No stopping for drinks with your cronies.” After a long day at the office, punctuated with a couple of lunchtime celebration drinks, it was six thirty pm when Eric placed his briefcase on the hall table. He could hear the radio playing in the kitchen and so walked to the back of the house. He opened the door to the kitchen just in time to see his wife bending over to place something in the oven. Eric’s mouth gaped open. Joy, a forty-two year old blonde with a gym-toned body, wore the flimsiest of wrap-around mini-skirts and a matching bra top. A pair of low-heeled mules completed this stunning sight. Bending from the waist, the muscles in Joy’s long, toned legs were stretched and the skirt’s scalloped hem had risen up her firm buttocks, like a curtain at the theatre. On show now, though, was her glorious, shaved pussy. Eric smiled and said, “Good evening to you, too.” “Whoa,” said Joy, straightening up and turning to look over her shoulder. “You shook me there, Eric. I never heard you come in.” Eric walked towards his wife, a huge grin on his face. “No knickers on, eh?” he said, putting his hands on Joy’s hips and leaning to kiss her pink lips. Their mouths meshed firmly but briefly before Joy pulled ...
    away and said, “It’s one of your birthday treats but you weren’t supposed to find out until after dinner. Now it’s ruined.” “Don’t think so, Joy, whatever you’re cooking smells delicious.” She smiled. “You know I’m not talking about dinner, stupid. I’ve a good mind to go upstairs now and put on some panties. That’ll teach you to sneak up on me and spoil the surprise.” Eric looked suitable chastised and put his hands together in a pleading fashion. “Please don’t do that. I love the way you’re almost dressed. Wow, that’s some outfit.” “Like it?” “Sure do,” he said and ran a forefinger down his wife’s chest and between her suntanned globes. “The bronze colour suits you.” Then he chortled. “It’s my birthday but you’re the one almost wearing a birthday suit.” “Yeah, that’s as maybe, but you need to get out of your suit and shower pretty damn quick. This casserole will be served in thirty minutes. So, old man, get to it.” She spun him around and slapped his backside to send him on his way. *** Meal over, Eric prepared to pour himself a brandy and Joy said, “Make it a small one. I have plans for you.” “You do... I’m intrigued,” he said, tipping a small measure into his snifter. “I think you’ll also be delighted,” said Joy and held out a hand. “Come with me.” “Yes mistress,” he said. They linked hands and Joy led the way out of the dining room and up the stairs to their bedroom where Joy commanded, “Take all your clothes off, Eric.” “Ah-ha, I see where we’re going with this,” he said, ...
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