Cheating After Ten Years Of Marriage (Ch 4) - Sex Stories

Cheating After Ten Years Of Marriage (Ch 4)

... “something interesting.”

I did as Richard suggested, ultimately selecting a video with two young plumber apprentices pleasuring an attractive homeowner about my age. She, like me, was a ginger; but the similarities stopped there. She sported massive tits and had a narrow landing strip of curly red pubes.

The threesome sucked and fucked in just about any combination one might envision, ultimately settling into the MILF riding one young stud in a reverse cowgirl position while sucking the nine-inch cock of his coworker.

We were standing shoulder to shoulder. After a few minutes, Richard placed his right hand on my low back, slowly rubbing up toward my shoulders and back. It was relaxing. I did nothing to impede him as he then slipped his hand under my sweater. His hand brought on goose flesh. I felt a longing sensation in my taint and tingling in my nipples

I slipped my own right hand under my sweater and teased my left nipple. I regretted wearing a bra; but the palpable nipple was still hard and sensitive, even through the silky fabric.

I reached to the left and explored the front of Richard’s trousers. He was partially erect, his cock extending down the left pant leg. I felt a telltale wet spot, suggesting he was already dripping precum. I wanted in on my tongue, not wasted on the fabric.

Richard pushed his pelvis forward, grinding his prick against my palm. Simultaneously, his right hand slid upward to my bra strap. With neither hesitation nor fumbling, ...

... he unfastened the two eyelets.

Without speaking a word, I stepped backward and sat on the white plastic chair. Richard knew what I had in mind. He pivoted and stood before my face, but not before locking the door.

As I fumbled with his needle-pointed preppy belt, the button and zipper; he was trying to hike my sweater and bra up and over my head. I paused my cock extraction efforts long enough to remove my cap and to extend my arms upward. He leaned forward with his open fly near my face and draped the sweater and bra over the back of the chair.

“My G*d, you have beautiful tits. Those nipples,” he exclaimed.

Richard didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to, because I knew what he was thinking. I didn't tan, so my 34 Ds were creamy white. Sitting high on each tit was a nickle-sized pink areola, sporting a gumdrop nipple pointed upward at a sixty-degree angle. My hooters screamed, “suck me.”

My new lover bent down and heeded this unspoken command, sucking my left nipple while rolling the right between index and thumb.

It felt great; but I wanted cock, at a minimum, in my mouth and hopefully also in my wet pussy.

Richard must have sensed my need or perhaps he was on the clock. One way or the other, he straightened, planting a passionate French kiss on my lips as he arose.

I wasted no time resuming my treasure hunt. Luckily, he was commando, so I didn't have to fight with any boxers or briefs. I simply held his waistband with my left hand and searched ...