Faithful wife’s text flirting leads to something more with older guy

[ladventures1]

My husband woke me at 6 a.m., caressing my shoulders and kissing my neck. His hands found my breasts, and I could feel his morning erection against the back of my thighs. He gently unbuttoned my pajama top, stroking my suddenly stiff nipples. My moans encouraged him. He pulled the flannel pj bottoms off, and pressed his fingers against the crotch of my cotton panties. I was wet in seconds. He pulled them off and rubbed my moist lips and engorged clitoris. Then I felt his hardness presses between my thighs. The ridge of the head rubbed against my labia and then my clit, eliciting another moan from me, still half asleep but aroused. The tip was pressing upward, pushing against my opening. I grasped the shaft and aimed it properly, holding him still so he didn’t push too deep, too quickly. I adjusted to the head inside me, then wiggled down to take more of it in. He pushed upward, taking my breath away and filling my insides completely with cock. I yelped in a mix of pleasure and pain. He was thrusting now, and his shaved balls were hitting my clit with every deep push. I felt an orgasm building. He groaned and held me tightly by the hips, deep inside me. I felt his familiar warmth spreading inside of me. I rubbed my clit, trying to orgasm, but he pulled out. I whimpered as my pussy walls snapped back. I missed the stretched and full feeling.

He apologized, saying he would make it up to me later. But he had to go to work. “Stay in bed,” he said. “I will get the kids on the bus.”

20 minutes later, I am in bed, cum dripping onto my thighs, still desperate for orgasm. I get a text from my friend at the gym. I tell her I am skipping spin class today. I drift back to sleep, dreaming of cock inside me. Sometimes my husband, sometimes other men. I wake to a text from a older man who takes spin class with us. He is flirty and sexy. Looks like a former Marine or baseball player, still muscular with close cropped, graying hair. I have marveled at his strong thighs and still-tight ass sitting behind him in class. He teases me for sleeping in, asking if I “was too comfy in my warm pajamas to go to the gym. I tease him that I am “bottomless” with just my top on. Not quite gym attire. He demands proof. I boldly send him a photo of my thighs, with my pajama top barely covering my still damp pussy. No response. I finger myself gently, rubbing a mixture of cum and my wetness against my clit thinking of him looking at the photo. But still no response. I guess I went too far. Then I hear the door that my kids left unlocked open, and his voice calling me from downstairs.

 

[saedo]

I showed up as usual for the 7 AM spin class. I'd joined the gym not long after I retired. After 30 years as a firefighter, I still felt the urge to stay in shape.

Looking at the mirror, I could take some pride in the lean figure with the rakish smile. True, my temples had gone gray and lines in my face that no longer faded. But I thought I looked pretty damn good for a man in his 50s.

I wasn't the only one who thought so, either. One of the unexpected benefits of the spin class was a pair of women who'd taken a rather large interest in me. Both were curvaceous things barely half my age typically clad in form-fitting spandex, but their interest in me was clearly not entirely platonic. True, things had started innocently enough via a shared fondness for a post-workout smoothie, but a slightly risqué joke weeks earlier had tipped our conversation into flirtatious territory that we'd yet to fully depart. Weeks later, the sexual undercurrent at our post-workout chats was well-established.

My suspicion was that I fulfilled some secret fantasy for them both. Both were married with young children, so I expect an older man with my physical attributes and appearance represented an exotic, forbidden allure far removed from their humdrum daily lives.

Though the flirtation had remained verbal thusfar, I they'd been inching towards making the fantasy reality for weeks. Each of them seemed inclined not to be out-done by the other, so they subtly prodded one another to be a little more daring each time.

Today proved my suspicions correct. "Lily won't be here today, Simon; she texted me to say she was staying home," Becca explained.

Afterwards as Becca and I engaged in the traditional post-workout flirtation, I texted Lily to tease her about staying home in her PJs rather than braving the winter weather like the rest of us. A brief exchange followed, concluding with a her sending me a photo of her in bed. Though her face wasn't visible, the clingy silk was revealed familiar curves. She was also all but naked below the waist, with her pajama top only just covering her nether regions.

Whether she explicitly intended it, I certainly recognized the invitation of such a message. Lily had previously shared her address with me and that photo was no accident. After parting with Becca, I drove to Lily's house. Though I knocked, I found the front door open. More confirmation. And when I called to her, she appeared at the top of the stairs, still clad in nothing but her pajama top. What more signals did I need?

I smiled as I began to mount the stairs. "I understand you're in need of a vigorous workout," I declared. "Luckily for you, Lily, I make house calls."

 

[ladventures1]

"Caught masturbating"

I hear the door open, and it takes my breath away. I'm excited but nervous, too nervous to call out. But my body betrays me. The sound of his voice made my labia swell and moisten more. My clitoris is engorged. I can't help but touch myself with more intensity and fervor. I let out a soft, involuntary moan of pleasure.

He knows I want him to come upstairs and take me. I want to scream, "come fuck me," but decades of "good-girl" training get me to hold back. I want him to take the lead. Begging for what I need would be too slutty.

I hear each step, but I don't stop fingering myself. Then I see his shadow along my bedroom floor. I look up quickly and shyly, to see him staring at me in the doorway, smiling.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," he says. "Keep going. Please."

Spin my body to face him. I spread my pale thighs, so he can see my wetness.

He moves closer. Takes off his shirt to show his muscled, silver-covered chest. He steps out of his shoes and shorts and is just steps away. Another moan escapes my lips as I stare at the outline of his erection in his boxer briefs.

His hand touches my knee and sends an electric shock up my leg.

"May I join you," he says, pulling down his briefs to expose a veiny, thick uncircumcised penis. He is slightly longer but thicker than my husband's cock. He begins stroking.

 

[saedo]

Lily retreated as I reached the top of the stairs. I followed her down the hall, my steps firm and measured. She flitted into a room near the end. I stepped into what was clearly her bedroom.

Hers and her husband's. I grinned. I always got an extra thrill from taking another man's wife.

Lily stood a few feet from the bed, her right hand covering her crotch. Her fingers moved rhythmically, teasing her pussy and clit. I can see from the look in her eye that this brazen behavior sat uneasily with her. Probably raised to be the good girl. Catholic school perhaps. Probably thought that she'd always be a faithful wife.

But despite all that, she couldn't stop herself. Her desire for me was to too strong. So she stood there, masturbating wantonly.

I stopped an arm's length away and began to disrobe. She moaned softly, her desire clearly intensifying.

Her eyes went wide as saucers when I finally hauled my cock out. It's on the long side, but what always freaks them out is the girth. Mostly hard, it's already more than filling my hand; she can see she'd need both of hers to encircle it. I give it several strokes till beads of precum form at the tip, causing it to plump even more.

She's still staring at it when I grabbed her pajama top with both hands. I lifted her up and carried her to a blank space against the wall. She cried out in surprise as buttons popped and fabric ripped.

Her swollen breasts surged free, so I took a moment to ogle them. She's even bigger than I expected. Big enough to titty fuck even my fat cock. I make a note to give that a try.

I pressed her body against the wall, looming above her. No escape for her now. "Put it inside you," I ordered as my cock bobbed mere inches away

She whimpered as she obeyed. She did need both hands. The look in her eyes said "it's too big", but I didn't care. As soon as I feel it line up, I pushed inside.

Her mouth opened in a gasp. Her tender flesh stretched incredibly and still it was nearly too much. For a brief moment nothing happened, then the massive cockhead pushes through. I growled with satisfaction as I entered her. Now only the better part of a dozen inches to go. I pressed her slender frame harder against the wall as I continued to impale her.