We had arranged online. It seemed almost too good to be true, my passing when travelling on business, their daytime availability. Lucky, I guess.
I parked a little down the road, suburbia, walked up and found the house just as described, unassuming, quiet. Through the side gate to the side door.
That moment of hesitation, knowing you’re letting yourself into somebody’s house, knowing what has been described but not knowing if that’s what you’ll find.
I entered, closed the door and entered the room on the left. It was exactly as described. Better, even.
Sat on the sofa, black lingerie, stockings, heels, legs crossed, bright red lipstick and a naughty half smile. Her blonde bob perfect as she stood and walked over to meet me in the middle of the room.
My lips met hers, we kissed. Gently, harder, my hand on the back of her head as her mouth opened, pushing my tongue into her mouth as her tongue snaked into mine.
My hands slid down her arms to her hips, still kissing, one around to the small of her back, holding her there, as the other found her shaved, wet, my fingers sliding across her clit, lips parting as I pushed my one, two fingers deep into her. An intake of breath and a moan as we continued to kiss, my fingers gathering pace as they slid in and out of her.
She was ready. More than ready. Removing my fingers i span her around, both hands going to her breasts, groping her through her bra, releasing her nipples and tweaking them, pinching them before steering her back to the sofa, and bending her forward. Hands on the cushion, stockinged legs straight, her peachy bottom presented, her slight wobble in anticipation of what’s to come.
Slap! Her sharp intake of breath as my palm makes contact with her right cheek.
The same again with the left.
Repeated, again and again as the intakes of breath become interspersed with moans, small cries. Her cheeks taking on a delightful red glow. Her legs beginning to buckle being the indication her spanking was coming to a natural conclusion
Our first words spoken. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir”
“Now, show me what a good girl you really are”
She stands and turns, looking at me as she slowly lowers herself to her stocking clad knees. Mascara running, lipstick smudged. Her face inches from my crotch her hands reach for my belt buckle, undoing it, the button, sliding my trousers down to my ankles.
She leans forward and kisses my cock through my boxer shorts, before sliding them down too, my uncut cock falling forward, landing just aside her nose, precum clearly visible. She leans slightly back such that my cock hangs free, her tongue going to the tip, gently swirling her tongue inside my foreskin, tasting me, before her hand goes tentatively to my cock, pulling back my foreskin and her eyes looking up at me as she slide her red lips down my shaft for the first time.
And she feels defined. A sigh of satisfaction as her nose presses against my pelvis, from her and me, before sliding back up my shaft and releasing it from her hungry mouth, spittle and precum trails from my cock to her lips, taking a breath before sliding her lips back over me, my hand going to the back of her head, fingers entwined with her blonde hair as she builds a rhythm, takes me to the edge of cumming.
I pull back and she looks puzzled, but smiles in realisation as I lift my shaft leaning forward to kiss my shaven testicles, running her tongue over them, giving them the same hungry attention as she has my cock. Which her attention is then returned to. Long, deep strokes into her willing mouth, until I can take no more and I tense, exploding, seeing her smiling eyes as I fill her warm, willing mouth with my hot, fresh, well-earned semen.
Once I’d given my all she sat back on her knees. I pulled up my trousers, kissing her on the top of the head as I bent. A single “thank you” as I buckled up, appreciated I’m sure as her smile suggested.
And then she stood. Walking over to her husband where he sat quietly on the other side of the room, having watched his naughty wife spanked for being a naughty girl, before showing how good she can be too. Leaning forward over him and kissing him, hard, and I can but presume pushing her tongue into his mouth, feeding him another man’s semen.
And that’s how I left them, still kissing as I stepped out, continued my journey, still an hour’s drive to my meeting but the day a success already. And wondering how many Cheshire-based housewives, a little closer and therefore the opportunity for a little more regular arrangement, might enjoy a similar lunchtime experience….?  |
