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The Meeting (Xhamster Member Wives Fiction) free porn video
As the title says, its FICTION. Just the lustfully inspired, fevered imaginings brought on by the extreme hotness of someone else's smoking hot wife, put to words.
I had never seen her face before, yet I knew it was her when she walked in. Wearing a red sweater blouse, black skirt and heels, she was even more beautiful than I had believed. The bright red lipstick set off her stunning face, while her shining hair fell to her shoulders. She was tan, her nails painted red, and she walked like a woman who knew she attracted men’s attention, and she liked it. I think every straight man in there (and at least half the gay men) in the store turned to look at her. I had been waiting at a table nearby, and was pleased when she sat nearby. She chose well, and since we were only a table or so away from each other I had an unobstructed view of her. I’d told her what I would wear, so she knew who I was. This was part of our game, all agreed to in advance. Plausible deniability we called it in the military. We would meet innocently enough in the Barnes and Noble (I had told her I was travelling on business, and where, and she agreed to “possibly” meet me there) and if she felt right about it, we could have coffee and talk. And so there she sat on this fall Saturday, one of the most sensual, alluring women I had ever seen. Just a shade over five feet tall, she had a shape that made men’s mouths go dry and their hearts pound. She smiled at me, then began pretending to read her magazine.
I pretended to read the magazine I had, and sipped my coffee while I watched her. I’d have to get another cup soon, (I was almost out) and I knew the longer I sat there the more likely she would end up giving me a raging hard on. I passed close by her table, the scent of her perfume wafting up to me. I imagined how she would feel in my arms, her silken skin beneath my hands, her full breasts, her stiff nipples in my mouth, I could almost taste them in my mind. As I passed her she unbuttoned a number of the buttons on her sweater, allowing me a glimpse of her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra! I stammered out my order to the clerk, paid and as I walked back toward the tables she swiveled in her seat, spreading her legs and paused for an instant before standing. I saw her smoothly shaven slit between her thighs, the puffy lips of her sex exposed to me. My eyes locked onto her, and she casually brushed against me as we passed. I could smell her hair, fresh, clean and shining. The arousal level in the café was becoming noticeable. I wasn’t the only man she had flashed, two geeky college k**s had seen the exchange, their laptops sitting unused for the moment as the mesmerizing woman strolled to the counter, her round hips saying as if in in an invitation. One of them had the presence of mind to activate his laptop camera to record her.
She got her coffee and returned to the table, while six men tried to watch her without being too obvious about it. The women were less concerned. There were a couple of them watching her, one of them an attractive blond. She sat down, glancing my way to see if I was watching her, then crossed her shapely legs. She began to bounce her foot, then popped the heel of her shoe off. In the photo she had posted online, the front of her heels were open, with straps across them. This pair was more traditional, being partially open, still with a stiletto heel. She popped the shoe on and off a number of times. Then she turned in her chair, to let me get a look from more of a side angle. I could see her high arch, the delicate folds and ridges of the sole of her foot. Like me, the other men sat entranced at the performance. One of the college guys was almost drooling. Then she sat her foot on the floor and began to dip her foot into the shoe, curling her slender toes beneath her foot, wrinkling her sole. She licked her lips, then uncrossed her legs, flashing another guy. I think she almost stopped his heart. When she switched legs she crossed them the other way, and then bent down to “scratch” an itch on her calf, except it was much more of a long, smooth caress than a scratch. She was certainly putting on a show for us! She continued like this for over an hour, then got up for more coffee. When she returned, we again made eye contact, then both of us resumed our “reading. I glanced at the blond a couple tables away. She was openly staring at her, she tried to keep her mind on her reading but obviously she (the blond) was as worked up as the men. I saw her squirming a bit in her seat, squeezing her legs together. Finally she got up and headed towards the rear of the store, I’m guessing she was going to the women’s room to masturbate.
In the meantime Monica (we’ll call her Monica for convenience sake) continued to sit and sip her coffee, indulging us with more shoe-play. Men are attracted to a number of things, about four actually. The most obvious is appearance, the roundness of a woman’s, breast, the gently dips and angles of her legs, her face. Then there’s sound, some women are very vocal, and that turns us (some of us) on, or woman’s voice, her laughter. Scent is an obvious one, but a lot of people, men and women never make that connection. A woman’s cologne, the smell of her hair, the musky scent of her sex, those are all a turn on. What some women never get in that is that nylons give off an odor too, when a women wears her stockings or pantyhose for a few hours, the heat from her legs and feat combine with the scent of the nylon fabric, add in leather shoes, and its an intoxicating aroma. Lastly is motion, which seems obvious, but most women never take advantage of it to the fullest extent. The sway of a women’s hips as she walks, the gentle movement of her breasts as she bends over, those are known to most women. But to men, seeing a woman cross and uncross her legs in a skirt, and THEN indulge in shoe-play, oh man oh man, that’s hot. We’re like cats watching a bird, all eyes and twitchy with desire. And when a woman has pretty feet like Monica, we’re helpless.
So we sat, people coming and going around us, until finally I thought I should make some kind of move. If I didn’t, sure as hell some other guy would, and although I knew she wouldn’t go for it, (or so I told myself, after all I didn’t REALLY know if it was her) I didn’t want to get shut out. So when she stood up and headed for the back of the store, I followed. She went into the ladies room and I waited, killing time by browsing around. When she came out I stopped her (conveniently by the photography section), “Excuse me, do you know anything about photography” I asked. A coy smile stole across her face “I might. Are you Robert?” she asked. “Oh yes indeed, although just about any man would willingly tell you that was his name even if it weren’t. I’m going to take a guess and say your name is, mmmm, Monica” I replied. We strolled around the store, talking for awhile, my heart hammering the whole time. Her husband knew she was here, although my wife didn’t. For all I knew he might even have been one of the men in the café, something I didn’t think of until later. We had a pretty good time, she had an easy laugh, and we warmed to each other’s company. Finally though, it was time to leave.
“It’s after dark, I should be leaving” she said. I allowed that it was time for me to be getting back to the hotel, I had work in the morning. So I offered to walk her to her car. The parking lot wasn’t entirely full, but most of the spots near the store were taken. She had parked towards the back of the lot, yet there were still cars around hers. The lot was pretty well lit, and I intended to simply see her to the vehicle and I’d be off. There was no way I was allowing her to simply go out there alone, call me a chauvinist or a romantic, she was simply too pretty to take a chance on something happening to her.
We agreed to talk more online, and as we got to her car the cloudy skies that had been threatening to let loose did. She jumped in and out of reflex, opened the other door for me. We laughed again, and she turned on the cars heater while we talked more and waited for the rain to end. The downpour stopped in a few minutes, but a steady rain continued. She started to take me over to my car, but I stopped her. “Wait” I said. “This was just a meeting, just a chance for us to see how we liked each other, I know that. I know you have rules, that’s fine with me. Maybe the two of you will want to try something different sometime, maybe not. But I’ve enjoyed seeing your pics for quite a while, so I’m ok with things as they are.” “I’m no tasking you to cheat, but I really would like to kiss you before I go” She looked at me, putting the car back into park. “I don’t know” she said. Before she could say anything else, I took her hand, holding it between my hands. It was soft, small and delicate. I started rubbing small circles on the palm of her hand, and kissed her fingertips, then the palm. I described her, how she looked, how lovely she was. Told her how her eyes sparkled when she was teasing all of us in the café. I soon realized she was enjoying this, hearing about how excited she had gotten us. She was excited too, I could tell by how she was looking, the way she was breathing, and the way her hard nipples were poking through her sweater. “I can’t do this” she said, low and husky, “I can’t have sex with you, not yet, maybe not ever”. “This isn’t sex, we’re just being close. Relax, if I do anything you aren’t comfortable with I’ll stop” I told her. I would have too, but I have to admit my motives weren’t entirely altruistic. I was hoping she would later decide to go further, on another day.
I bent over and pulled her legs up, swinging them over so her feet were in my lap. I slipped her shoes off, and began slowly massaging them. She moaned slightly while I rubbed her feet. My cock was hard enough to drive nails, and I made no effort to disguise that. While I was rubbing one foot, she rested the other on it, and when I brought her foot to my mouth and kissed the top of it, she began to rub her other foot against it. I kissed her ankle, then the side of her foot, moving around to her toes I took each one into my mouth, kissing the tips. I kissed her instep, then ran my tongue over the delicate skin of her foot. I unzipped my pants, and fished my hardened member out, letting her rub it with her foot.
“Touch yourself, put one hand under your skirt and touch your pussy, I want to see you cum” I told her. “I won’t touch your pussy, we aren’t going to fuck, not here. I want you to feel free about it if and when it happens. Can I kiss you?” I asked. She nodded, a slight motion of her head. I leaned across the console, giving her a gentle kiss initially, nibbling on her lips, then slowly parting them with my tongue, letting out tongues dance and slide across each other. I cupped one breast in my hand, then the other, rolling her nipples between my fingers, then pulling them while we kissed. When we broke the kiss I lowered my head to a breast, slid her top up and sucked a nipple into my mouth. She was still fingering her slit, sliding fingers over her engorged clit. I began to kiss her foot again, while rubbing the head of my cock against the other. “Are you getting close sugar?” I asked her. In response her fingers began moving faster, she stopped squeezing her breasts and started moaning and trembling, her toes curling as her perfect legs straightened.
I stroked her legs while her orgasm subsided. I kissed her calves, then moved up her thighs, before I started working my way downward again. She seemed both relieved and disappointed when I did, but this wasn’t the place nor the time for a session of hot monkey love. I reached into the cargo pocket of my trousers and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. I told her to hold out her hand and when she did, I squirted some of it into her hand. “Rub it into your sex and on your nipples” I ordered her. She did, and soon was squirming again while I told her how much I wanted to fuck her, how much all the men in the café had wanted to fuck her, one after another, how sexy she was, and how we would have penetrated her in every possible way. She was moaning and squirming again, so I began to rub some of the lub into the soles of her feet and on each toe. She was getting really worked up now, and when I kissed the toe with the silver ring on it she nearly came again. “Has anyone ever fucked your feet before?” I asked. I could tell by the look on her face they hadn’t. “You said we couldn’t fuck, no real sex. This isn’t the same, but its hot. Would you like that, would you like to feel my hot cum on your pretty toes, on your sexy little feet?” She bit her lip and nodded, still fingering herself, using sometimes one hand to pinch her nipples and sometimes both hands, one to slide fingers inside while the other stroked her clit.
I rubbed more lube onto her feet, then pushed the soles of her feet together and slid my cock between them. This was easier than it sounds, sitting in the car. The hard part was insuring we weren’t attracting any attention while we did this. “That’s it Monica, that’s it baby doll. Work it, make yourself feel good, slide those fingers inside your little fuckhole. I’m going to shoot hot cum on your pretty feet. You want that don’t you, you want to feel that hot sperm on your toes. Just imagine its just the first load, the next one is going inside you, then those college boys from the café will want to have you.” I continued this way for a few minutes, not too many, we were both worked up. I could tell she was going to have a hard one, and I let myself go a bit, enjoying the sensation of this erotic goddess of a woman letting me fuck her feet. Her face contorted, she gave out a small yelp and then she started vibrating and shaking as her orgasm took her. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and began shooting hot strands of sperm onto her feet and toes. It seemed to be forever before our breathing returned to normal, and yet far too short. I cleaned her feet with some tissue, we laughed a bit, put our clothes back into place and she drove me to my car. There was a long, lingering kiss, a promise to talk more online, and a promise to post more pictures. I can hardly wait to see what happens next!
I had never seen her face before, yet I knew it was her when she walked in. Wearing a red sweater blouse, black skirt and heels, she was even more beautiful than I had believed. The bright red lipstick set off her stunning face, while her shining hair fell to her shoulders. She was tan, her nails painted red, and she walked like a woman who knew she attracted men’s attention, and she liked it. I think every straight man in there (and at least half the gay men) in the store turned to look at her. I had been waiting at a table nearby, and was pleased when she sat nearby. She chose well, and since we were only a table or so away from each other I had an unobstructed view of her. I’d told her what I would wear, so she knew who I was. This was part of our game, all agreed to in advance. Plausible deniability we called it in the military. We would meet innocently enough in the Barnes and Noble (I had told her I was travelling on business, and where, and she agreed to “possibly” meet me there) and if she felt right about it, we could have coffee and talk. And so there she sat on this fall Saturday, one of the most sensual, alluring women I had ever seen. Just a shade over five feet tall, she had a shape that made men’s mouths go dry and their hearts pound. She smiled at me, then began pretending to read her magazine.
I pretended to read the magazine I had, and sipped my coffee while I watched her. I’d have to get another cup soon, (I was almost out) and I knew the longer I sat there the more likely she would end up giving me a raging hard on. I passed close by her table, the scent of her perfume wafting up to me. I imagined how she would feel in my arms, her silken skin beneath my hands, her full breasts, her stiff nipples in my mouth, I could almost taste them in my mind. As I passed her she unbuttoned a number of the buttons on her sweater, allowing me a glimpse of her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra! I stammered out my order to the clerk, paid and as I walked back toward the tables she swiveled in her seat, spreading her legs and paused for an instant before standing. I saw her smoothly shaven slit between her thighs, the puffy lips of her sex exposed to me. My eyes locked onto her, and she casually brushed against me as we passed. I could smell her hair, fresh, clean and shining. The arousal level in the café was becoming noticeable. I wasn’t the only man she had flashed, two geeky college k**s had seen the exchange, their laptops sitting unused for the moment as the mesmerizing woman strolled to the counter, her round hips saying as if in in an invitation. One of them had the presence of mind to activate his laptop camera to record her.
She got her coffee and returned to the table, while six men tried to watch her without being too obvious about it. The women were less concerned. There were a couple of them watching her, one of them an attractive blond. She sat down, glancing my way to see if I was watching her, then crossed her shapely legs. She began to bounce her foot, then popped the heel of her shoe off. In the photo she had posted online, the front of her heels were open, with straps across them. This pair was more traditional, being partially open, still with a stiletto heel. She popped the shoe on and off a number of times. Then she turned in her chair, to let me get a look from more of a side angle. I could see her high arch, the delicate folds and ridges of the sole of her foot. Like me, the other men sat entranced at the performance. One of the college guys was almost drooling. Then she sat her foot on the floor and began to dip her foot into the shoe, curling her slender toes beneath her foot, wrinkling her sole. She licked her lips, then uncrossed her legs, flashing another guy. I think she almost stopped his heart. When she switched legs she crossed them the other way, and then bent down to “scratch” an itch on her calf, except it was much more of a long, smooth caress than a scratch. She was certainly putting on a show for us! She continued like this for over an hour, then got up for more coffee. When she returned, we again made eye contact, then both of us resumed our “reading. I glanced at the blond a couple tables away. She was openly staring at her, she tried to keep her mind on her reading but obviously she (the blond) was as worked up as the men. I saw her squirming a bit in her seat, squeezing her legs together. Finally she got up and headed towards the rear of the store, I’m guessing she was going to the women’s room to masturbate.
In the meantime Monica (we’ll call her Monica for convenience sake) continued to sit and sip her coffee, indulging us with more shoe-play. Men are attracted to a number of things, about four actually. The most obvious is appearance, the roundness of a woman’s, breast, the gently dips and angles of her legs, her face. Then there’s sound, some women are very vocal, and that turns us (some of us) on, or woman’s voice, her laughter. Scent is an obvious one, but a lot of people, men and women never make that connection. A woman’s cologne, the smell of her hair, the musky scent of her sex, those are all a turn on. What some women never get in that is that nylons give off an odor too, when a women wears her stockings or pantyhose for a few hours, the heat from her legs and feat combine with the scent of the nylon fabric, add in leather shoes, and its an intoxicating aroma. Lastly is motion, which seems obvious, but most women never take advantage of it to the fullest extent. The sway of a women’s hips as she walks, the gentle movement of her breasts as she bends over, those are known to most women. But to men, seeing a woman cross and uncross her legs in a skirt, and THEN indulge in shoe-play, oh man oh man, that’s hot. We’re like cats watching a bird, all eyes and twitchy with desire. And when a woman has pretty feet like Monica, we’re helpless.
So we sat, people coming and going around us, until finally I thought I should make some kind of move. If I didn’t, sure as hell some other guy would, and although I knew she wouldn’t go for it, (or so I told myself, after all I didn’t REALLY know if it was her) I didn’t want to get shut out. So when she stood up and headed for the back of the store, I followed. She went into the ladies room and I waited, killing time by browsing around. When she came out I stopped her (conveniently by the photography section), “Excuse me, do you know anything about photography” I asked. A coy smile stole across her face “I might. Are you Robert?” she asked. “Oh yes indeed, although just about any man would willingly tell you that was his name even if it weren’t. I’m going to take a guess and say your name is, mmmm, Monica” I replied. We strolled around the store, talking for awhile, my heart hammering the whole time. Her husband knew she was here, although my wife didn’t. For all I knew he might even have been one of the men in the café, something I didn’t think of until later. We had a pretty good time, she had an easy laugh, and we warmed to each other’s company. Finally though, it was time to leave.
“It’s after dark, I should be leaving” she said. I allowed that it was time for me to be getting back to the hotel, I had work in the morning. So I offered to walk her to her car. The parking lot wasn’t entirely full, but most of the spots near the store were taken. She had parked towards the back of the lot, yet there were still cars around hers. The lot was pretty well lit, and I intended to simply see her to the vehicle and I’d be off. There was no way I was allowing her to simply go out there alone, call me a chauvinist or a romantic, she was simply too pretty to take a chance on something happening to her.
We agreed to talk more online, and as we got to her car the cloudy skies that had been threatening to let loose did. She jumped in and out of reflex, opened the other door for me. We laughed again, and she turned on the cars heater while we talked more and waited for the rain to end. The downpour stopped in a few minutes, but a steady rain continued. She started to take me over to my car, but I stopped her. “Wait” I said. “This was just a meeting, just a chance for us to see how we liked each other, I know that. I know you have rules, that’s fine with me. Maybe the two of you will want to try something different sometime, maybe not. But I’ve enjoyed seeing your pics for quite a while, so I’m ok with things as they are.” “I’m no tasking you to cheat, but I really would like to kiss you before I go” She looked at me, putting the car back into park. “I don’t know” she said. Before she could say anything else, I took her hand, holding it between my hands. It was soft, small and delicate. I started rubbing small circles on the palm of her hand, and kissed her fingertips, then the palm. I described her, how she looked, how lovely she was. Told her how her eyes sparkled when she was teasing all of us in the café. I soon realized she was enjoying this, hearing about how excited she had gotten us. She was excited too, I could tell by how she was looking, the way she was breathing, and the way her hard nipples were poking through her sweater. “I can’t do this” she said, low and husky, “I can’t have sex with you, not yet, maybe not ever”. “This isn’t sex, we’re just being close. Relax, if I do anything you aren’t comfortable with I’ll stop” I told her. I would have too, but I have to admit my motives weren’t entirely altruistic. I was hoping she would later decide to go further, on another day.
I bent over and pulled her legs up, swinging them over so her feet were in my lap. I slipped her shoes off, and began slowly massaging them. She moaned slightly while I rubbed her feet. My cock was hard enough to drive nails, and I made no effort to disguise that. While I was rubbing one foot, she rested the other on it, and when I brought her foot to my mouth and kissed the top of it, she began to rub her other foot against it. I kissed her ankle, then the side of her foot, moving around to her toes I took each one into my mouth, kissing the tips. I kissed her instep, then ran my tongue over the delicate skin of her foot. I unzipped my pants, and fished my hardened member out, letting her rub it with her foot.
“Touch yourself, put one hand under your skirt and touch your pussy, I want to see you cum” I told her. “I won’t touch your pussy, we aren’t going to fuck, not here. I want you to feel free about it if and when it happens. Can I kiss you?” I asked. She nodded, a slight motion of her head. I leaned across the console, giving her a gentle kiss initially, nibbling on her lips, then slowly parting them with my tongue, letting out tongues dance and slide across each other. I cupped one breast in my hand, then the other, rolling her nipples between my fingers, then pulling them while we kissed. When we broke the kiss I lowered my head to a breast, slid her top up and sucked a nipple into my mouth. She was still fingering her slit, sliding fingers over her engorged clit. I began to kiss her foot again, while rubbing the head of my cock against the other. “Are you getting close sugar?” I asked her. In response her fingers began moving faster, she stopped squeezing her breasts and started moaning and trembling, her toes curling as her perfect legs straightened.
I stroked her legs while her orgasm subsided. I kissed her calves, then moved up her thighs, before I started working my way downward again. She seemed both relieved and disappointed when I did, but this wasn’t the place nor the time for a session of hot monkey love. I reached into the cargo pocket of my trousers and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. I told her to hold out her hand and when she did, I squirted some of it into her hand. “Rub it into your sex and on your nipples” I ordered her. She did, and soon was squirming again while I told her how much I wanted to fuck her, how much all the men in the café had wanted to fuck her, one after another, how sexy she was, and how we would have penetrated her in every possible way. She was moaning and squirming again, so I began to rub some of the lub into the soles of her feet and on each toe. She was getting really worked up now, and when I kissed the toe with the silver ring on it she nearly came again. “Has anyone ever fucked your feet before?” I asked. I could tell by the look on her face they hadn’t. “You said we couldn’t fuck, no real sex. This isn’t the same, but its hot. Would you like that, would you like to feel my hot cum on your pretty toes, on your sexy little feet?” She bit her lip and nodded, still fingering herself, using sometimes one hand to pinch her nipples and sometimes both hands, one to slide fingers inside while the other stroked her clit.
I rubbed more lube onto her feet, then pushed the soles of her feet together and slid my cock between them. This was easier than it sounds, sitting in the car. The hard part was insuring we weren’t attracting any attention while we did this. “That’s it Monica, that’s it baby doll. Work it, make yourself feel good, slide those fingers inside your little fuckhole. I’m going to shoot hot cum on your pretty feet. You want that don’t you, you want to feel that hot sperm on your toes. Just imagine its just the first load, the next one is going inside you, then those college boys from the café will want to have you.” I continued this way for a few minutes, not too many, we were both worked up. I could tell she was going to have a hard one, and I let myself go a bit, enjoying the sensation of this erotic goddess of a woman letting me fuck her feet. Her face contorted, she gave out a small yelp and then she started vibrating and shaking as her orgasm took her. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and began shooting hot strands of sperm onto her feet and toes. It seemed to be forever before our breathing returned to normal, and yet far too short. I cleaned her feet with some tissue, we laughed a bit, put our clothes back into place and she drove me to my car. There was a long, lingering kiss, a promise to talk more online, and a promise to post more pictures. I can hardly wait to see what happens next!
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