I’ll be honest, I was already turned on by the idea before I even stepped in there. And then she answered the door in sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. And the fantasy was coming true. I moved some stuff around for her and then I asked if there was anything else I could help her with.

She said no. And she kept apologizing for how dirty her place was kept apologizing for everything. And then I just said hey, it’s OK as we made eye contact for the first time and she melted a little bit. She was really sweet. And I could tell she had some , voluptuous tits swaying underneath that T-shirt.

There is sparkling water in the fridge if you want it. She said.

My instinct was to decline. But I didn’t wanna leave quite yet. I had just been standing in her doorway, leaning against the frame. Aware that I wore my good bulge jeans. I know she glanced at it once.

I walk over to the kitchen. I open her fridge, grab lemon lime, and turn and she’s behind me.

And like a dream, she said I wish there was someway I could pay you.

It’s all free. I said.

Is it? She asked.

She stepped into me, put one hand on my chest and the other ever so lightly upon my bulge.

We were both silent and staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Her about a foot shorter than me. I was hard as a rock. It was 10:30 AM.

She started really stroking me. With her other hand, she undid my belt buckle. Unbuttoned and unzipped and slowly reached in while she bit her lip.

She’s about 10 years older than me. Just a little bit of gray in her hair. And she has gorgeous eyes.

She pulls out my cock and starts stroking it just as my phone starts to vibrate on the counter.

She looks over her shoulder and starts stroking faster. Without a word she gets on her knees and looks up at me as she strokes and strokes.

I look at the counter try to make out what name is calling me. Wishing hoping it’s not my wife. I can’t quite make it out because then suddenly my dick is submerged and hot wetness.

She is sucking the life out of me.

The phone stops ringing.

She takes off her shirt. Those tits have given life. You can tell. Full and natural. They’re swaying back-and-forth. And when she gets in a really good groove, you can hear them slapping against her torso. She is really fucking good at this.

My phone starts to buzz again.

I say I should get that.

With both hands, she pushes me against the fridge. Traps me, and then deep throats me. She holds my cock in the entrance to her throat. And then coughs and lets it slide out full of slobber.

OK. She says let’s look.

She stands up, turns around walks over to the counter and leans over the phone. She pulls down her sweatpants to reveal. She’s wearing no underwear. I see her fingers over the bottom of her from the front. And you can hear how wet she is as she plunges two fingers inside.

Do you want to see who’s calling she.

I bring my cock with me. And without hesitation, I bury it inside her pussy.

I pull her hair and fuck her deep. I reach around and squeeze those tits. I spank that ass. I don’t care if the neighbors hear.

Come inside me, she says.

The phone keeps buzzing.

Come inside me while your wife is trying to reach you she says.

I’m so close. I want to come inside her. My body wants my cum dripping out of her pussy.

I’m fucking her so hard and so deep.

Breed me she says. Breed me.

I go to the edge. I may have even let a little bit squirt inside of her, but I pull out. I grab her by the hair and she moans. As she gets down on her knees and she jerks me off all over her face and tits.

The phone stopped ringing.