My wife (31) and I (34) were moving out of our London flat as we had a baby a few months before and we were outgrowing the 1 bedroom.

As you can imagine, we have had little time or energy for sex with the little one around.

It was the day we were handing back the keys and left the baby with the grandparents. My wife and I went out for lunch and had a few cocktails whilst the cleaners were in the flat. My wife was a beautiful and fit as before the baby and she had on a form fitting sweater dress with stocking and boots. We were sat in a booth and, as we used to get pre baby, we got tipsy, handsy and flirty.

My hand slipped up her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her nylons. I was expecting to cop a cheeky feel and tease her through her panties but as my hand glided further I felt lace! This minx wore thigh highs! This sent my half erection into a full erection in a heartbeat.

I looked at her and she looked back with those wonderfully blue eyes and a sly grin, egging me on, as my fingers lingered on the lace. My hand continued further and found her bare, soft, warm, wet lips. My eyes and cock bulging and her letting out a devious chuckle knowing I'd just realised she skipped her panties today.

I took a sip of my cocktail with one hand and entered her lips with my other hand whilst she let out a deep sigh. I knew it wouldn't take her long to get her off, as it had been a few weeks for both of us at this point.

My fingers softly caressed her folds, up and down, nearly touching her clit with every up stroke. She looked at me, her eyes begging to touch her engorged clit. I slowly teased some more and she started groping my cock under the table in return, playing with the head through my thin trousers, encouraging my precum to leak through. I drove home and began rubbing her clit. Although it only took a few laps of my finger on her button, she came hard, and quietly, releasing all her energy, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. When she recovered we had to leave pay and leave the restaurant, wanting more of each other.

We made it back to our now empty flat, seeing out the cleaners. As soon as the door shut she spun away from me walking towards the floor to ceiling windows and took off her dress. She was now only wearing her thigh highs which I found out were held up by suspenders, and were wonderfully framing her ass. She had on a matching bra that I'd never seen before; when she reached the window she turned towards me showing me it was a shelf bra, another surprise! Her ample breasts resting on the shelf of the bra, nipples rigid and waiting to be sucked on. I did not see her nipples poking through her sweater style dress all lunch as it was too thick!

I swiftly approached her, grabbing the back of her hair near the roots with one hand and her ass with the other, deeply kissing her. From her mouth, down her neck, to her tits.

Fuck me, she said. Fuck me against these windows, let's leave our mark here. (Back story here, we leave our sex-sweaty body prints on windows or mirros when travelling, one of our exhibitionist kinks.)

I kneeled in front of her and began lapping up her tasty pussy, wet from our earlier shenanigans, bringing her to another quick orgasm. She began begging for my cock, which gets rock hard from the taste or her juices, so I unzipped my trousers and David Archy underwear (she bought) and she pushed them down, still around my ankles and me entering her in an agonisingly slow series of shallow strokes before her pussy enveloped my raging hard on. We slowly gathered a rhythm standing up, one leg on my shoulder, the other on the ground.

After a few minutes of this I turned her around, tits against the cold window, pulling her hair from the nape of her neck, slamming my cock from behind, now we meant business. We were at the top floow of our building, overlooking Canary Wharf in one direction and the Thames and Tower Bridge in the other. We'd had many of fucks with this view while living here, something we'd miss from this flat, and likely how we conceived. Surely seen by people across the river but this was London, no one cared!

She was nearing another climax and so was I. She sensed this and told me not to stop. I closed my eyes and braced my core, a technique I use to last longer. She began fucking me back, gushing and creaming on my cock, letting out a deep moan. It was now my turn

After teasing from lunch a few hours earlier, and the several weeks of pent up cum, we both knew this was going to be big. I drove deep inside her tunnel, her feeling my impeding twitches, signalling my climax, she quickly turned around and dropped to her knees and engulfed my slick tool with her nose to my closely cropped public hair swallowing my eruption, gulping down, for what felt like eternity, my pent up seed without missing a drop.

As she stood up and wiped the corners of her mouth I looked at her exasperated and surprised. She coyly smiled and said this was the cleanest option. I knew I married her for a reason!

As we gathered ourselves together, we saw a perfect outline of her tits and hands on the window. Oops. The cleaners had just cleaned!

We left shortly after. Me still sporting a half erection from the thought of what just transpired in our final fuck in the flat.