Spontaneous Wife Ch. 02: Horn Hunting - Sex Stories

Spontaneous Wife Ch. 02: Horn Hunting

... belt from her jeans. She seated it around her shapely hips, then reached under her tank top and unclasped her bra, pulling it free and onto the floorboard of the machine with her jeans and underwear.

Lastly, she pulled the front of her top down so her tits were exposed. What warm blooded male could resist?

She walked up to Brady and without ceremony knelt in front of him, staying on her feet so she was kneeling obscenely, her knees spread wide.

The breeze had made most of the noise she'd made imperceptible to her husband, he only noticing when she'd come near, and that wasn't out of the ordinary.

What was unusual was his fly suddenly being undone, his glassing immediately stopped to look at his mostly undressed wife fishing his eight and a half inch cock out of his boxers and jerking it off as she looked up at him with a smile.

"Brady?" She asked coyly, kissing his quickly hardening mushroom head. "Can I please suck your cock?"

"Hannah, what the fuuu- uh fuck," Brady said, her tongue running up the length of his shaft before twirling around the end, her hand still clasped around the base. "Uhh, uh, fuck woman. Ahh god damn!"

She'd not really waited for his permission, engulfing as much of his cock inside her hot, wet mouth as she could. She wasted no time in bobbing her head, keeping her hand at the base to keep herself from gagging.

She'd had a bit of a wild youth, but she was still human and maintained a healthy gag reflex.

Brady though had gone ...

... from looking for antler tips in his 10x50 binos to suddenly having his tool worked over by his wife.

But she sure didn't look like his wife in this moment. He could she glimpses of her boots on her feet, her naked ass with just her belt around her sexy waist. Her boobs were out of her shirt and while her one hand was around his meat her other was down in her crotch, moving in the telltale motion of frigging herself.

It was several minutes later, when she was looking up at him with those pretty green eyes, moving her face along his fully hard cock when she stood up, remaining bent over at the waist but blowing him at the same time, her tongue playing along the underside of him that he couldn't take it anymore and needed to act.

He dropped the optics and grabbed her head with both hands, taking charge and pushing her down himself with force, her hand having nowhere to go but to his thigh to steady herself as she fully gagged and choked.

Brady didn't care in the moment though, feeling the back of her throat hit his tip and shoving further anyway. When she coughed it opened her up and he went further, her nose finally pushing into his stomach.

He thrusted several times into the fuck hole that was her mouth before he let go of her, allowing her air and a reprieve.

*Cough!* "Fuck baby!" *coughcough!* "Got you going huh?" She spat out, standing upright.

But Brady was the man in their house. She was his woman.

She'd wanted to fuck around? Well she was about to ...