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A Minor Indiscretion? free porn video
Bath, shav,e and haircut--grade-two back and sides, bit longer on top. Crisp white Boss shirt, tan Tommy H cargo shorts, tan deck shoes, and a splash of Creed Aventus on my neck. I feel good, the clothes compliment the suntan I have from working outside all summer.
Finally, the lads have dragged me out. The four of us have worked together on the buildings for nearly four years. We get on well, they're loud, brash, and generally don't take shit from anyone, but we work hard and earn good money. I don't go out often, I'm the mature one, the guv'nor, the one that sorts them out; keeping this rabble in order. I love my family time, and unlike my workmates, I'm not a big drinker.
One of them, Big John, is having a house party, and has been persuading me to go for weeks, even getting one of my old DJ mates to do a set. So I finally I had to accept. I figure, I'll drive and get there just in time to watch my mate do his set, then sneak off home, no one will notice. The few people I know, will be oblivious by then.
I watched my old buddy play his set of dance anthems, it went down well, with everyone dancing and cheering. When he'd finished, we had a good chat, talked about the old days, and I was about to follow him out the door.
But something has changed.
For the last couple of hours, little sparks have been flying. A sexy siren, drawing my gaze.
It is warm and humid on this summer evening in Big John's kitchen. Over the sea of sweaty bodies, we share lust-filled looks, each one longer than the last. Every time I steal a glance, she's looking right into me. Smiling and licking her pale pink lipstick. Winding her straight hair around her finger, to form little ringlets that fall to her collar bone. I'm picking up the signals, reading the signs.
This sexy, tall tanned blonde, about five foot nine, late twenties at a guess. A curious air of innocence is drawing me in. It reminds me of Olivia Newton John's character "Sandra D" from the film Grease. Sweet, virginal, angelic, but those salacious blue eyes are telling me a different story. Stirring something Neanderthal in me.
What the fuck am I thinking?
I'm an expert at resisting temptation. I love my wife wholeheartedly. We're best mates, and have been through a lot of shit together over the years. Unfortunately, since the birth of our second child, our sex life has been extremely low down on her list of priorities.The balance of trying to raise a family, working, and some complications during childbirth, have taken their toll on her. We've had deep conversations about it, and unfortunately her urges are few a far between. Love requires sacrifice somewhere along the line, and this is ours. For someone with a high sex drive, and deviant mind, I've learnt to suppress my feelings and urges--but long for us to get that connection back.
I need to stop looking.
I HAVE to stop looking.
I'm getting hypnotised, and this heading down a rabbit hole!
The more I look, the more I like. Her body language telling me she's more than interested. I prise my eyes from hers to view her in her entirety, to complete my vision. What a fuckin' hot body. Her toned arms and shapely legs, wrapped in a stunning mid-thigh lilac summer dress that clings to her body. A rough guess, I'd say c cup tits, no bra, and lovely nipples, that look slightly aroused to me. I can see them poking out under that thin fabric, I bet they're sensitive.
I start daydreaming about her tits, my imagination is running riot, filthy thoughts fill my head, I want to suck them, bite them, pinch them.
Now my cock is getting interested. It's hardwired to the view!
Why is she looking at me, a forty-five-year old married man. Dad of two, with a life to lose? Twenty-five years loyal, not a blip. Don't get me wrong, I've flirted, and I get some admiring glances now and again; smiles from the milfs on the school run etc. So why the fuck is she interested in me? I know I'm in decent shape, working hard keeps me fit. Or maybe she just fancies a bit of rough!
I don't know, and to be honest, I don't fuckin' care. I'm just glad the wife didn't fancy a party, and she doesn't really get on with my workmates. They're animals when they're pissed.
I think I'll settle here for the moment and just watch. I lean back against the worktop, just next to where her bottle of choice for the night is placed, patiently awaiting her return.
I see her drain her glass, so I start to pour. I know what she's drinking. I'm observant, paying attention, sober and on top of my game. From those initial, connected glances, I've been making mental notes.
As she starts to walk towards her bottle for a refill, clutching her empty glass, my hand holding a fresh drink is offered, displaying my wedding ring. Just before she accepts, her index finger runs slowly over the gold band.That warm, sexy smile, lights up her face, as we look deep into each other's eyes. She takes her drink and whispers, "Thank you, I'm Annie."
"Dan," I reply.
She takes a sip, and turns to put the other empty glass down. In the crowded kitchen, people start moving. She is pushed backwards onto me, that glorious arse, pushes up into my cock.
The crowding subsides, but she stays where she is, gently grinding her arse into my crotch. Her hands reach behind her, and she puts them on my thighs, as the weight of her body leans back onto me.
Fuck, this harmless flirting has just crossed a line! Now I'm shitting myself. This physical connection has just changed everything. Rational thoughts are being consumed by visceral feelings of wanton desire. A deep sexual craving is overwhelming my mind. I can't suppress these feelings, they're to strong.
Do I make a move? If I do, I'm fucked! There will be no turning back!
My prick is now doing all the thinking, and feeling that arse against it... it has won!
I put my hands on her hips, slowly moving them forward towards the warmth of her inner thighs. The grinding of her arse slows; now her hips push forward towards my inquisitive fingers. They are resting on the flimsy dress material, on either side of her groin, just where the thighs meet her pussy. One big slow circular motion of her hips and her covered sex connects with my fingers. I feel around with more pressure, seeking out the shape of her mound, as a small groan escapes her lips.
That's all I need to know. I'm in. One hundred percent!
The spark is lit, the fire is burning. And we both know it.
The chemical reaction in my brain is starting, the sexual trigger has been pulled. Every sense in my body has come alive, sparking and tingling, as my brain starts to fire on all sexual cylinders. My body is starting to warm up, heart is beating faster, mouth going dry, and that first real big pump of blood straight to my cock.
As Annie moves her head slowly backwards, her ear draws level with my cheek. I pull her hair back over her shoulder, to take in the heady scent of her neck, and the back of her ear where it meets the slightly damp hairline. It smells like coconut shampoo, with an undertone of her sweet, musky perfume. Fuck it's sexy.
I start to kiss the moisture behind her ear, working my way down to her neck. Breathing is no longer normal, the tempo is changing, getting deeper and faster. The heat from Annie's slowly grinding arse on my cock has now taken full effect. I'm rock-hard. I take a slow deep breath in through my nose, to take in more of her scent. It's intoxicating, then a satisfying exhale with a slight 'mmm', purring from my throat.
The crowded kitchen starts to empty, as fireworks are being let off in the garden. Only a few people are left inside, and they're all looking out of the window, intrigued by the spectacle.
The touch of her fingers on mine, she starts to guide my hand under her dress. Aware of everyone's ignorance, she opens her legs a little, allowing me better access to her prize, then steering me between her legs, my hand cups her hot sex. Small gasps come from her mouth, as I start to plough a furrow in the slit between those swollen lips. Her knees are bending an rocking as she tries to fuck my fingers, only the thin material of her knickers stopping my intrusion.
Holy shit, she's so fuckin' hot!
We both know we need to escape this room, to satisfy our desires. I gently ease her off me, take her hand and rub it against my throbbing cock, as I nod towards the stairs.
I know John's got a large en-suite upstairs; I helped him tile it.
I close and lock the door. Annie stands against the side wall, arms raised and crossed on her head, whilst putting her left foot on the toilet. I notice the cream gladiator sandal, contrasting beautifully against the bronze colour of her skin, with straps that crisscross her ankle, up to her shapely, toned calve. Moving my eyes up, I see matching lilac-coloured sheer panties, with a damp patch, just visible below her dress.
I move myself to stand between her legs, drinking in that naughty look of desire in her eyes. My hands go to her cheeks and brush the stray blonde hairs off her face to reveal those big blue eyes, and faultless suntanned features. Her hands cup the back of my head, as she pulls me to her. We brush our lips together, starting to taste each other, the gentle sensations reigniting our arousal. I can taste the slightly sweet, oily lipstick, and the alcohol on her breath. Our tongues start to explore each other, as I move my right hand down to her bent leg, that's resting on the toilet. Starting from the back of her knee, I run my hand under her thigh, ending up cupping that soft, supple, arse. I can feel a thong, disappearing into her arse as I knead, and squeeze the soft flesh.
The kissing escalates. Tongues lashing, lips sucking and slurping, tasting each other's saliva.
I pull away from her mouth and start kissing down her neck, the taste of sweat and perfume on my lips. I want to hear Annie's breathing, moaning, gasping, all indicating if I'm going in the right direction. Squeezing and mauling her arse, that hot pussy starting to really grind up and down my granite cock.
I start to slide a dress strap off her shoulder, no bra strap to worry about. There is no resistance, so I move my right hand from her arse, to do the same the other side. I want to unwrap these beautiful tits, and see if those nipples are as good as they look through this dress.
Annie's head leans back against the wall as I pull away from her neck, a slight moan comes from her lips as I start to uncover her. She knows I stopped kissing her because I want this moment etched in my memory. She opens her eyes and breathes in a big lung full of air, biting her bottom lip, her chest rises and her dress catches on her hard nipples. She wants to see the look in my eyes as the material finally breaks free of her stops.
My eyes widen, and the grin on my face is unstoppable. I trace my fingers around the outside of both breasts, definitely around a c cup, all natural with no sag, and nipples pointing to the ceiling. I rub my thumbs over them, then go for a lick. They are responding, going fully hard, like tiny pink cocks, standing proud of the small darker pink, rippled areola. As I start to suck and nibble, a small squeal escapes her lips
Annie pushes me away so she can discard her dress, and it drops to the floor. We both know time is limited. I put the lid down on the toilet to sit and watch as she thumbs her thong over her hips and sandals, onto the floor. I start to undo my shorts , but Annie pushes me back against the cistern. She steps out of her clothes, and stands straddling me, then puts her left foot on top of cistern behind my shoulder.
I'm staring at a beautiful, dripping pussy. Slight tan line, with a vertical strip of golden hair the size of my little finger, running up from her hood. Her hands run down her smooth stomach, towards her dribbling cunt. "You've been wanting this all night, haven't you?" she says, grinning at me.
Stunned, I can't move or speak, just taking in the sight and smell.
She pulls her puffy lips open with the first two fingers from each hand, and I'm staring at her inner beauty. That dew-covered pink flower, spread wide, in full bloom. Her man in a boat, standing proud of its covering, sailing on a stream of arousal.
I can smell her aroma, fuck, it's good. If we weren't in a rush, I would eat this Michelin star meal all night!
I lean forward and gently lick the length of her open pussy. The sweet stench of sex fills my head. My hands grab round her arse and I pull her to me. She tilts her hips up so I can lick her, from arsehole to clit. I roll my tongue up, and push it right into her slick tunnel, feeling the warmth, and wetness as she forces herself onto me. Annie starts to moan and rock. I'm in my element, licking, tongue fucking, slurping and sucking, driving my whole face into heaven. My entire being, focused on her pleasure. The earthy, musky, elixir dripping from her cunt tastes divine.
I can hear noises from upstairs somewhere, not that close, but close enough. Fuck, I want to see her come, I need to feel her come, I want to make her come. I can feel her body telling me it's what she's craving, so I ramp it up a couple of notches.
I slide my right hand under her arse until I reach her dripping hole and push two fingers in until I feel the pad of her g spot. "Fuck yesss, Dan, don't fucking stop," Annie moans through gritted teeth. I start to work those fingers hard, while I continue to suck and nibble on her clit. She starts to tremble and pulls her cunt open as wide as she can. Her clit is swollen, I can feel it throbbing as I suck it hard into my mouth, and start flicking it with my tongue. She pulls one hand away, and up to one of her tits, squeezing it, then pinching and pulling on her hard nipple. I add a third finger, and start working at top speed, like a jackhammer, banging hard into her cunt, smashing my hand into her on every upstroke. Slapping and sloshing noises fill the air. I continue my onslaught of sucking, licking and nibbling on her clit, pausing to lick between her lips to try to edge her a little. Panting and moaning, she sounds like she's hyperventilating."Yesss, fuck, fuuuck," Annie screeches through gritted teeth, then bites down on her bottom lip and starts to shake.
I can feel warm honey, dribbling down my wrist, and Annie thrusts her hips forward, but my fingers inside her cunt hit my chin and stop the motion, so I pull them out. Her pussy immediately covers my mouth, and my tongue spears deep into her. The hand she has on her tit pinches and stretches her nipple. Her other hand moves from her pussy to my head, pulling me deep into her.
The moan she emits, is from deep inside, primeval, raw, and sexy as fuck. My mouth is flooded with warmth, and the delicious taste of her cunt. I drink it down, not wanting to miss a drop.
I want to look at her face, to see Annie at her most beautiful, but her pussy is smashed against my face. She slowly pushes my head away trembling and panting, her sensitive sex can take no more.
I can now see her eyes, they look so fucking sexy, her whole face bathed in post orgasmic bliss.
That look, that taste, that smell; all my sexual senses are on overload. My bollocks are at boiling point, my cock is straining for release. Shit, I nearly come in my pants!
Still breathing heavily, she takes her foot off the cistern and I grab her arse with both hands and lower her shakily onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling us tight together, and kissing my cunt-covered lips. Underneath her hot pussy, still covered with my black Armani boxers, my cock is throbbing, begging for attention.
Annie slides down in front of me, onto her knees, and peels my boxers down over my knob. Wrapping her hand around my shaft and lifting it off my belly, a string of pre-come, connects my helmet to the pool of excitement around my belly button. Annie looks at me, pleased with my offering, and licks her lips, then starts licking the juice off my torso. Her tongue slides from my balls, up my shaft, to my bell end. I've never measured my knob; but I do work with measurements all day. I know It's at least, a fat seven.
Annie's mouth stretches over my helmet and halfway down my shaft, then back up. Holy fuck, I won't be able to take to much of this, I'm edging already! Then those doe eyes bore into mine, and her mouth goes right down to my trimmed pubes. My cock lodged in her throat, she holds it, gags and starts to come back up. As she starts to go down again, I can't help myself. I grab her head and push my cock deep down her throat and hold it there until she gags, then pull her head back off. When my cock plops out of her mouth, covered in drool and pre-come, she grins wickedly, and says, "Fuck my face with that fat cock, and make me choke on it."
Oh, she wants some nasty stuff, and that's right up my street. So I push my iron hard prick right down to the stop, lifting my hips to smash it home, deep in her throat. I start to pick up the pace, hard and fast, spitefully fucking her face. Annie's taking it like a dirty cock slut. The look in her eyes telling me she's getting off as well, gagging and choking, but not letting up, drool running down her chin and throat.
The tears in her eyes, and the noises from her throat... it's to much, and my balls are tightening.
"Fuck it, Annie, I'm coming."
She pulls back up my shaft, until just my helmet is in her mouth, and wanks my cock furiously with her hand. "Aggghhh fuuuck."
I explode in her mouth. My eyes squeeze shut, stars appearing behind my eyelids. My bollocks pulse, and empty into Annie's hot mouth. She swallows, then a second wave, then a third, my cock twitching and shuddering.
She drinks the lot, and sucks me dry, milking every last drop into her mouth.
"Fuck me, Annie, that was fucking unbelievable," I tell her panting hard, my pulse still racing.
My cock has never felt so completely wanted, and used.
I collapse against the toilet, breathing hard. Annie sits back on her haunches grinning, licking her lips, and wiping the tears from her cheeks. We're both coated in sweat, our glowing bodies glad of the rest.
We stay like this for a couple of minutes, trying to cool down.
I get up, tuck my cock back in my boxers, and do up my shorts. I walk to the sink and run a flannel under the cold water, wring it out and pass it to Annie, cheekily asking, "Would you like me to wipe you down? Give me a chance to touch hot body again."
Laughing, she replies, "Oh my, a gentleman, and one with such a masterful tongue. Your wife is a lucky lady. Go on then, spoil me a bit more!"
Taking my hand, I help her to stand. Star shaped with her hands outstretched , I wipe her clean, being careful around her tender nether regions. Picking up a towel, I dry her down. Every time our our lips are near enough, we kiss, stirring the remnants of each other's come in our mouths.
Annie picks her discarded clothing off the floor and stands up. Taking her thong she offers it up, hands it to me and says,"I thought you'd like a souvenir." I stretch them out, hold them to my nose and sniff, then take a big lick of the wet gusset. A big smile forming on my face, I hand them back and reply, "Thank you, but they definitely look better on you."
Annie chuckles, and pulls the flimsy material into place.
Stepping into her dress, pulls it on and heads for the door. Looking back over her shoulder at me. I'm sat on the toilet, my face plastered in her pleasure, grinning like a twat. She winks, and says, "Thanks, Dan, you look good with my come on your face. Big John knows my number if you ever want somewhere to put that lovely cock!" and walks out the door.
I sit there looking at the ceiling, slowly coming down from my sexual high, totally sated, thinking, "How the fuck did that happen?"
I start to wash my face, and clean myself up, being meticulous about it. Reality returning, a pang of guilt forming in the back of my mind, but I quickly push it aside. What just happened was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. Not just the physical, but the mental connection. Hardly speaking, just knowing.
I would loved to have fucked her! Ravaged that sweet pussy with my cock, feeling the depths of her devine quim. Even giving that luscious arse a good spanking for being such a naughty girl. Plenty of future wanking material. Locked and loaded.
Perhaps it's a good job things never went any further. Maybe I can just class it as,
A Minor Indiscretion!
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