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over a year ago

Mr Wine was stood at the upstairs window looking out across the street. He could see Paul and Sarah’s house directly from the landing window, and he could see his naughty girlfriend already over there, sat on the big leather chesterfield and Paul stood near the fireplace talking to her. He knew what Kink had done at the BBQ because he’d seen it all from the conservatory, he’d seen Paul bend her over and fuck her. Mr Wine told Kink if she wanted him she could, and he had no issue with this, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Sarah since then either.

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over a year ago

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Mr Wine was stood at the upstairs window looking out across the street. He could see Paul and Sarah’s house directly from the landing window, and he could see his naughty girlfriend already over there, sat on the big leather chesterfield and Paul stood near the fireplace talking to her. He knew what Kink had done at the BBQ because he’d seen it all from the conservatory, he’d seen Paul bend her over and fuck her. Mr Wine told Kink if she wanted him she could, and he had no issue with this, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Sarah since then either.

They’d spent the morning in the kitchen, she was so forward and confident, telling him all about her travels and past. Sarah and Paul had been married for 15 years, but they’d not slowed down or got boring. Far from it. Sarah had worked in a busy auctioneers as a younger woman, and knew how to hold her own. She didn’t take kindly to men who didn’t speak their mind, and she valued directness and honesty most of all. Before Paul, she’d had a string of relationships, never feeling they quite matched up to her and her abilities, but then they’d met and she knew he was going to be the one. Paul had just set up on his own when they met, he’d worked in accountancy and was bored senseless, but he saw a gap in the market for people who had small businesses on the side of a main career, and jumped at the chance to develop this. He’d been pleased with his new office and premises, feeling like he’d really made it, and he thought something antique on display with give out the right message to potential clients. He’d met Sarah that afternoon in the auction house, he’d been browsing, totally clueless when she’d approached him, asking if she could help in any way. The first thing he noticed was her perfume, she still wore the same one now, and it always took him back to their first encounter. It was a light, floral scent – Anais Anais – and it had been a Christmas staple every year since. The familiarity didn’t make it any less sexy though, he still thought about his wife as she was then, and if anything she’d just got better and better. The more he learnt about her over the years together, the more he loved her and the more she turned him on. Learning about all the things that went on inside her head and what she was thinking really did it for him and he was always secretly pleased with himself he had such a naughty, slutty wife. Sarah loved to tease him about when they met. She’d caught him browsing some of the rarest collectables in the back room, where the price tag was 100,000 plus, and gently coaxed him towards a different cabinet, where most of the items were under 1000. She was good at her job, and she knew a potential purchaser a mile off. It wasn’t always about designer labels and swish clothes, class and style wasn’t something you could necessarily buy, but she could tell by how someone viewed the items they sold, the questions they asked. Anyone asking immediately about price was an instant write off, they weren’t interested in the history, the actual piece on sale. You didn’t need to buy the most expensive things to be classy either. The worst were the men who tried to charm her while they browsed, as if that had any impact on the sale in the end. The items were rare, she knew her history and could sell well, but that type of customer wasn’t. She’d been offered dinner for a guaranteed sale, a night on a yacht if she knocked the price down, the same requests each time. She had a good rapport with most of her customers, and she’d travelled the world with some of the items, selling them abroad, visiting some amazing places. But the showroom was where she made most of the money. Paul was stood still, he was looking at a painting they’d just had imported from Germany, but it was a bit macabre and probably not the vibe he wanted in the office. Sarah had gone over to him, asked him if she could help, did he know what he was looking for. Paul was honest, he said he’d not got a clue, but he was grateful for her help and he would like to invest in something. She warmed to him immediately, the honesty was appealing, he wasn’t a bull shitter but he was actually looking to buy, so she knew the sale was in the bag. They chatted and browsed, he told her about his business and she told him about the history of the pieces out on display. He loved listening to her talk about them so passionately, she was mesmerising with her knowledge and he was captivated listening to all the information she knew. There was an ancient Chinese sex doll which he’d never seen before, two dolls bound together to symbolise unity and longevity, and a passionate love life – they’d laughed a lot looking at that, Paul joking it might not be the right talking point for the business, Sarah suggesting it might be depending on who the client was…

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Mr Wine was stood at the upstairs window looking out across the street. He could see Paul and Sarah’s house directly from the landing window, and he could see his naughty girlfriend already over there, sat on the big leather chesterfield and Paul stood near the fireplace talking to her. He knew what Kink had done at the BBQ because he’d seen it all from the conservatory, he’d seen Paul bend her over and fuck her. Mr Wine told Kink if she wanted him she could, and he had no issue with this, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Sarah since then either.

They’d spent the morning in the kitchen, she was so forward and confident, telling him all about her travels and past. Sarah and Paul had been married for 15 years, but they’d not slowed down or got boring. Far from it. Sarah had worked in a busy auctioneers as a younger woman, and knew how to hold her own. She didn’t take kindly to men who didn’t speak their mind, and she valued directness and honesty most of all. Before Paul, she’d had a string of relationships, never feeling they quite matched up to her and her abilities, but then they’d met and she knew he was going to be the one. Paul had just set up on his own when they met, he’d worked in accountancy and was bored senseless, but he saw a gap in the market for people who had small businesses on the side of a main career, and jumped at the chance to develop this. He’d been pleased with his new office and premises, feeling like he’d really made it, and he thought something antique on display with give out the right message to potential clients. He’d met Sarah that afternoon in the auction house, he’d been browsing, totally clueless when she’d approached him, asking if she could help in any way. The first thing he noticed was her perfume, she still wore the same one now, and it always took him back to their first encounter. It was a light, floral scent – Anais Anais – and it had been a Christmas staple every year since. The familiarity didn’t make it any less sexy though, he still thought about his wife as she was then, and if anything she’d just got better and better. The more he learnt about her over the years together, the more he loved her and the more she turned him on. Learning about all the things that went on inside her head and what she was thinking really did it for him and he was always secretly pleased with himself he had such a naughty, slutty wife. Sarah loved to tease him about when they met. She’d caught him browsing some of the rarest collectables in the back room, where the price tag was 100,000 plus, and gently coaxed him towards a different cabinet, where most of the items were under 1000. She was good at her job, and she knew a potential purchaser a mile off. It wasn’t always about designer labels and swish clothes, class and style wasn’t something you could necessarily buy, but she could tell by how someone viewed the items they sold, the questions they asked. Anyone asking immediately about price was an instant write off, they weren’t interested in the history, the actual piece on sale. You didn’t need to buy the most expensive things to be classy either. The worst were the men who tried to charm her while they browsed, as if that had any impact on the sale in the end. The items were rare, she knew her history and could sell well, but that type of customer wasn’t. She’d been offered dinner for a guaranteed sale, a night on a yacht if she knocked the price down, the same requests each time. She had a good rapport with most of her customers, and she’d travelled the world with some of the items, selling them abroad, visiting some amazing places. But the showroom was where she made most of the money. Paul was stood still, he was looking at a painting they’d just had imported from Germany, but it was a bit macabre and probably not the vibe he wanted in the office. Sarah had gone over to him, asked him if she could help, did he know what he was looking for. Paul was honest, he said he’d not got a clue, but he was grateful for her help and he would like to invest in something. She warmed to him immediately, the honesty was appealing, he wasn’t a bull shitter but he was actually looking to buy, so she knew the sale was in the bag. They chatted and browsed, he told her about his business and she told him about the history of the pieces out on display. He loved listening to her talk about them so passionately, she was mesmerising with her knowledge and he was captivated listening to all the information she knew. There was an ancient Chinese sex doll which he’d never seen before, two dolls bound together to symbolise unity and longevity, and a passionate love life – they’d laughed a lot looking at that, Paul joking it might not be the right talking point for the business, Sarah suggesting it might be depending on who the client was…

Sarah hadn’t imagined she’d ask him out, but it was getting late and she was on closing. She was enjoying his company and he was clearly not sure what to buy anyway, so she suggested they went for a drink round the corner unless he wanted to come back another day. He didn’t hesitate, he’d loved calling in, he’d never known antiques could be so exciting and he certainly hadn’t expected to get a date (never mind a wife!) that afternoon. The bar was crowded and busy, Paul put Sarah in front of him and moved her carefully towards the bar. He’d fancied her mind first, but her figure was just unbelievable, and he knew if she was face to face with the barman they’d get the drinks in faster. She had amazing tits that he couldn’t help but notice, even now they were older and the kids had left, he still got rock hard over them and loved her riding him with them in his face and his mouth all over them. She was a babe then, and she was a totally hot wife now. He knew the barman had noticed her as well, her wrap dress had loosened and he could see the pink bra she had on underneath showing her cleavage, her necklace just dangled forward as she leant across to see what was in the lower fridges, and the bar man hadn’t looked away once. Sarah knew then what power she could hold over men, but she’d never really utilised it until now, her and Paul opening up their marriage and meeting other people had really broadened their world and although she thought she was well travelled and experienced, it was nothing to what she experienced than when she was with him. That night was their first together. They’d stayed in the bar for a while, found a quiet corner, had a few drinks. She’d taken her heels off, he’d undone his shirt a bit, they’d chatted and laughed, and then Paul joked she should come and see his office sometime. She disappeared, then came back with a un-popped prosecco bottle in her bag, told him to get the glasses off the table and sneak them into his jacket pocket. Paul was surprised by this woman; a history buff with a sexy body and a quick wit, telling him to steal from the bar. He didn’t have time to think, she had his hand and they were already half way down the street walking fast, someone shouted, probably not to them, but they started running anyway. Paul didn’t even know if she’d paid for the prosecco, but it didn’t matter now – they’d got away and he had the keys in his hand.

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

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Mr Wine was stood at the upstairs window looking out across the street. He could see Paul and Sarah’s house directly from the landing window, and he could see his naughty girlfriend already over there, sat on the big leather chesterfield and Paul stood near the fireplace talking to her. He knew what Kink had done at the BBQ because he’d seen it all from the conservatory, he’d seen Paul bend her over and fuck her. Mr Wine told Kink if she wanted him she could, and he had no issue with this, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Sarah since then either.

They’d spent the morning in the kitchen, she was so forward and confident, telling him all about her travels and past. Sarah and Paul had been married for 15 years, but they’d not slowed down or got boring. Far from it. Sarah had worked in a busy auctioneers as a younger woman, and knew how to hold her own. She didn’t take kindly to men who didn’t speak their mind, and she valued directness and honesty most of all. Before Paul, she’d had a string of relationships, never feeling they quite matched up to her and her abilities, but then they’d met and she knew he was going to be the one. Paul had just set up on his own when they met, he’d worked in accountancy and was bored senseless, but he saw a gap in the market for people who had small businesses on the side of a main career, and jumped at the chance to develop this. He’d been pleased with his new office and premises, feeling like he’d really made it, and he thought something antique on display with give out the right message to potential clients. He’d met Sarah that afternoon in the auction house, he’d been browsing, totally clueless when she’d approached him, asking if she could help in any way. The first thing he noticed was her perfume, she still wore the same one now, and it always took him back to their first encounter. It was a light, floral scent – Anais Anais – and it had been a Christmas staple every year since. The familiarity didn’t make it any less sexy though, he still thought about his wife as she was then, and if anything she’d just got better and better. The more he learnt about her over the years together, the more he loved her and the more she turned him on. Learning about all the things that went on inside her head and what she was thinking really did it for him and he was always secretly pleased with himself he had such a naughty, slutty wife. Sarah loved to tease him about when they met. She’d caught him browsing some of the rarest collectables in the back room, where the price tag was 100,000 plus, and gently coaxed him towards a different cabinet, where most of the items were under 1000. She was good at her job, and she knew a potential purchaser a mile off. It wasn’t always about designer labels and swish clothes, class and style wasn’t something you could necessarily buy, but she could tell by how someone viewed the items they sold, the questions they asked. Anyone asking immediately about price was an instant write off, they weren’t interested in the history, the actual piece on sale. You didn’t need to buy the most expensive things to be classy either. The worst were the men who tried to charm her while they browsed, as if that had any impact on the sale in the end. The items were rare, she knew her history and could sell well, but that type of customer wasn’t. She’d been offered dinner for a guaranteed sale, a night on a yacht if she knocked the price down, the same requests each time. She had a good rapport with most of her customers, and she’d travelled the world with some of the items, selling them abroad, visiting some amazing places. But the showroom was where she made most of the money. Paul was stood still, he was looking at a painting they’d just had imported from Germany, but it was a bit macabre and probably not the vibe he wanted in the office. Sarah had gone over to him, asked him if she could help, did he know what he was looking for. Paul was honest, he said he’d not got a clue, but he was grateful for her help and he would like to invest in something. She warmed to him immediately, the honesty was appealing, he wasn’t a bull shitter but he was actually looking to buy, so she knew the sale was in the bag. They chatted and browsed, he told her about his business and she told him about the history of the pieces out on display. He loved listening to her talk about them so passionately, she was mesmerising with her knowledge and he was captivated listening to all the information she knew. There was an ancient Chinese sex doll which he’d never seen before, two dolls bound together to symbolise unity and longevity, and a passionate love life – they’d laughed a lot looking at that, Paul joking it might not be the right talking point for the business, Sarah suggesting it might be depending on who the client was…

Sarah hadn’t imagined she’d ask him out, but it was getting late and she was on closing. She was enjoying his company and he was clearly not sure what to buy anyway, so she suggested they went for a drink round the corner unless he wanted to come back another day. He didn’t hesitate, he’d loved calling in, he’d never known antiques could be so exciting and he certainly hadn’t expected to get a date (never mind a wife!) that afternoon. The bar was crowded and busy, Paul put Sarah in front of him and moved her carefully towards the bar. He’d fancied her mind first, but her figure was just unbelievable, and he knew if she was face to face with the barman they’d get the drinks in faster. She had amazing tits that he couldn’t help but notice, even now they were older and the kids had left, he still got rock hard over them and loved her riding him with them in his face and his mouth all over them. She was a babe then, and she was a totally hot wife now. He knew the barman had noticed her as well, her wrap dress had loosened and he could see the pink bra she had on underneath showing her cleavage, her necklace just dangled forward as she leant across to see what was in the lower fridges, and the bar man hadn’t looked away once. Sarah knew then what power she could hold over men, but she’d never really utilised it until now, her and Paul opening up their marriage and meeting other people had really broadened their world and although she thought she was well travelled and experienced, it was nothing to what she experienced than when she was with him. That night was their first together. They’d stayed in the bar for a while, found a quiet corner, had a few drinks. She’d taken her heels off, he’d undone his shirt a bit, they’d chatted and laughed, and then Paul joked she should come and see his office sometime. She disappeared, then came back with a un-popped prosecco bottle in her bag, told him to get the glasses off the table and sneak them into his jacket pocket. Paul was surprised by this woman; a history buff with a sexy body and a quick wit, telling him to steal from the bar. He didn’t have time to think, she had his hand and they were already half way down the street walking fast, someone shouted, probably not to them, but they started running anyway. Paul didn’t even know if she’d paid for the prosecco, but it didn’t matter now – they’d got away and he had the keys in his hand.

Sarah waited til he unlocked the door, and they fell inside into the stair well, still holding hands. She laughed and so did he, but they weren’t sure why and he said it was the 1st floor. She took the stairs in front of him. The wrap dress looked amazing from the front, but he hadn’t really seen her from behind. It was a dark green, and with the waist tie fastened, her waist and curves were really accentuated. She had an amazing arse, and as she took the stairs in front of him, he was face to face with it. He was desperate to grab her round the middle, he could see the line of her tanga nearly being swallowed between her cheeks, and he wanted to use his tongue to pull it out and lick her all over. She was so sexy, it wasn’t just one thing, but she was a full package and ticked all his boxes. He opened the office door to reveal a large desk, a few chairs and a little sofa. There was a water cooler but apart from that it was pretty empty and he was glad – he’d never have gone out looking for antiques otherwise. Sarah got the bottle and popped the cork using her credit card. She was classy, but she was obviously a bit wild, he’d never seen a woman behave like this before. He’d seen a photo in the auction house of her on the Royal Sheikhs boat in Saudi Arabia, and here she was popping corks off cheap prosecco in his empty office. He couldn’t help find this appealing for some reason and he’d had a permanent smile on his face since she’d stood beside him in the auctioneers. They had a drink and she asked if she could see him in his big boss chair. She had a naughty smile and came over, leaning over the desk saying she’d dropped something so she was bent over right in front of him as a joke, tipsy flirting which they’d done all night. He pulled her back onto his knee and they finally kissed, the prosseco still on their lips, his tongue all over hers. She kissed gently but wasn’t scared to use her tongue in his mouth, and it flicked and wrapped round his. Sarah knew he was the kind of man for her, he hadn’t instigated this without knowing she was keen, and she was turned on more by the fact he had let her lead this rather than pushing for it. They kissed passionately, pulling back every so often to look at each other, and then Paul began to kiss her neck. He breathed in her perfume and felt his erection push in his suit trousers, she smelt like a real women, not just the daft girls he’d mucked about with before, and he knew he better make sure this was good for her. He nibbled her ear and felt her shiver a bit, he knew she liked it and it was turning her on. Sarah stood up slowly, still kissing, and pulled Paul up towards her. She sat on his desk facing him and wrapped her legs round him. They kissed more and he began to kiss her neck, at the same time unwrapping her side tie, and pulling her dress open. She had a bright pink cerise bra and little tanga thong on, pulled up high over her hips. Paul stepped back to take her dress down off her shoulders and undress her properly, and have a proper look obviously! She watched him look at her body, her long slender legs and thighs, past her belly button and up to her nice full breasts that sat lovely and round in her pretty pink bra. He could have cum just looking at her there and then, and he’d often had a good play under the desk thinking about this, even years later. She’d always been sexy to him, but it was the fact she knew she was that turned him, and other men on. Sex appeal wasn’t just about a body shape, but it was about the way a woman moved, spoke, laughed. Sarah had it all and his cock swelled while he took her all in. She moved forward and kissed him again, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. When she got to his belt, she pulled back slightly, biting her lip and then dropped down onto her knees. She looked up at him as she undid his belt and pulled his trousers down, to reveal his massive bugle in his tight black boxers. Sarah loved seeing a cock when it was ripe and ready like this, and without meaning to, licked her lips. She slipped her thumbs into his boxers and rolled them down, allowing his dick to expand fully and escape the restriction it had being stuck under Pauls clothes. Wow, he was impressive. She usually didn’t say, but she was impressed, and Paul could tell as well. She began licking the tip of his cock, using her long pink tongue flicking over it, circling the tip and sucking it. He liked seeing her pink lips on him and she kissed his cock up and down to the base, before licking his balls slowly, still always looking up at him. He saw her sexy back and round bum gently moving as she sucked him up and down and he enjoyed feeling the warmness of her mouth and the back of her throat. He could feel his cock rubbing on it each time she pushed down on him, and Paul couldn’t help it, but held the back of her head and pushed her mouth down onto his big cock, making sure she got it all in as deep as she could. Sarah loved sucking on Pauls cock, she’d never felt one in her mouth so juicy before and she liked the feel of it. She sucked and licked him for a while, she was in her element playing with him. Her hands reached up and she kneeled back, moving her hands up and down his lengthy cock, smiling up at him. “You look beautiful” Paul said to her, “But I want to see you all now” as he pulled her up and sat her back on the desk. He kissed her and laid her down slowly on to the cold wood, making sure she had enough room. Paul sat on his big chair and pulled it closer to the desk so he was level with her pussy. She wrapped her legs round his neck and he quickly slipped her tanga off, which was soaked through. He pulled her close and buried his head into her, letting her beautiful little cunt dribble out its wet juice, before he licked it up. She moaned on the desk and he heard her say “Oh Paul” as he slowly sucked her clit and used his tongue on the sides of her legs. He loved eating Sarah so much, she was so turned on after sucking on his cock with how wet she was, he could barely contain himself. He pushed one finger first, slowly into her and she gasped a little bit, not expecting something other than his tongue. His finger slowly circled round inside her, feeling for all her secret spots and turning her on even more. He knew she was getting wetter and wetter and he knew he wanted her to cum in his mouth before he fucked her. He carried on using his fingers, but instead of just circling inside, pulled out her wetness and circled round her clit, rubbing down her sides and really teasing her. He took pleasure in seeing her writhe around on the desk and he told her under no circumstances was she to take her legs down from his neck. Sarah was totally turned on, she laid back and let go, and she felt the waves building up inside her. He continued licking and sucking on her, while slowing teasing her with his fingers inside, and occasionally pushing his fingers up into her mouth or onto her nipples, keeping them nice and hard and making her taste herself on them. Sarah was close and she couldn’t contain herself, she knew she was going to cum and she couldn’t help it, she let him keep going and just the movement of her tummy up and down let Paul know he was doing it right. His cock was ready but he wanted to taste her all before he unloaded inside her. Sarah began to cum, her clit sensitive to his gentle tongue and she tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let her, holding her legs round his neck as he carried on licking her. He felt her clit flutter and she moaned loudly, her wetness now on his desk underneath where she was laid. He pulled her up, clearly light headed, and sat her on his thick cock that was so ready for her he was surprised he’d not cum already. Sarah knew what he wanted and she steadied herself on him, gripping the back of the big leather chair, and grinding down on him. She could smell her on him and she kissed his face again, thanking him for what he’d just done to her. Her tits were in his face and he could hardly contain himself. He let her ride him slowly at first, building up as she got her feeling back and then he gripped her and pushed her down, forcing his cock deep inside her and making her gasp as she was ready for it again. Sarah rode him and could feel the build up starting again, she knew she was good at fucking and she knew she wanted to cum on his dick as well, it was perfect for her and it filled her completely, she had loved his tongue but there was something about cumming on a cock that she absolutely adored, needed even. She stopped and climbed off him, bending over quickly on his desk. He knew what this meant, and he came accustomed to this even more once they were married. She wanted a hard, bent over fuck and he needed to give it to her properly. She still had her bra on, but her tits were bouncing out of it and it had slipped round her waist. He grabbed it and pushed her over even more, ramming his cock inside her and making her call his name out again. Sarah was close to cumming again when Paul said he was going to burst. He asked her where she wanted it and she said she wanted it inside her, as she started cumming again around him. Her tightness pulled him to the edge and he came as well, pumping out his milky load into her. He sat back into the chair and watched her tense and pulse with his cum oozing out of her, and then she reared back up, and sat back down on his knee. They kissed a bit more and laughed again, before getting dressed, and Sarah asked him if he ever actually planned to buy an antique in the first place.

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over a year ago

Mr Wine was told this story in detail by Sarah while they’d been in the kitchen, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He knew Paul was a decent bloke, and he was happy he’d fucked Kink so well, she’d not been able to contain herself afterwards, but Mr Wine was desperate for Sarah after she’d teased him with the story all morning and how her and Paul had met. Mr Wine carried on stood at the window looking down into their lounge, and he noticed the Chinese dolls on the mantel piece. He wondered if Paul was telling Kink the same story as well, and what she was thinking about it all.

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