“I was wondering when you were going to come back looking for me,” she said with a sly smile spread across her face. I had just walked from the living room to the bedroom to see what was taking my wife so long. Upon opening the door, I found her sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed.
“It’s about time, too! I was getting impatient waiting for you.” She rose to her feet and let me take her in fully.
My wife is devastatingly sexy. Years of dedicated yoga, both as a practitioner and instructor, have sculpted her body into a lean, toned vision of youth and control. She's impossibly flexible, and every inch of her moves with practiced grace. Standing tall at 5’8”, her hourglass figure was on full display, and the way she was dressed made my pulse pound with anticipation.
She wore no shoes, just thigh-high white stockings that clung to her legs like a second skin, rising to mid-thigh and emphasizing the strength and softness in every line. Her hands rested demurely in front of her lap, but they couldn’t hide the teasing flash of lacy white panties beneath the hem of her micro plaid skirt, a skirt that clung to her wide, deliciously curved hips.
Her narrow waist and flat stomach were framed perfectly by a thin, white button-down shirt she had knotted just beneath her breasts. The fabric was sheer enough to reveal the full shape of her supple, perky breasts, her nipples visibly hard with arousal, pressing against the tight material like they were aching to be touched.
Her smooth, soft skin glowed beneath the low light, and her long, elegant neck drew my gaze upward. When our eyes met, her gray-blue eyes locking onto mine, I felt the heat tighten in my chest. Her hair was pulled back into a sporty ponytail, highlighting the sharp lines of her jaw and the softness of her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, and so did I.
“Oh my god, baby! You look so hot! What's all this for?”
“I don’t know,” she chuckled, “I’ve been kinda horny all day. Thought we could do a little something extra. Do you like?” she said, biting her lip with a teasing smile, feigning innocence.
“Fuck. Yes. But I think you need to give me a little spin,” I said, voice low and tight with desire.
Slowly, deliberately, she began to turn, showing herself off with delicious control. Her breasts bounced subtly with the motion, full and perfect beneath the thin fabric. As her back came into view, I caught a better look: those lacy white panties were a thong, barely there. And when she finally faced away from me, it looked like she wasn’t wearing anything at all, just two perfect, round cheeks peeking from beneath that tiny skirt. She paused, widened her stance, and then hinged at the hips, bending forward in a slow, sensual fold. My jaw went slack.
The delicate string that had nestled between her cheeks split as she bent, each side framing her sex instead of covering it. Nothing was hidden now, her soft, plump lips fully exposed, glistening and parted slightly from her arousal.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed, the words escaping me as she gave a playful wiggle of her hips.
I couldn’t resist—I dropped to my knees behind her, hands grabbing her hips like they belonged there. I took in the sight, greedy and reverent. I adore my wife’s pussy, it’s beautiful. Her full outer lips framed her mound like ripe fruit, and her inner folds, lush and soft, peeked out, flushed with heat and need. In this position, aroused and open, the blood flow had swelled her lips and parted them naturally, revealing that slick, pink center.
Her scent hit me, warm, wild, intoxicating. Then I saw it: a single bead of arousal gathering at her entrance, sliding slowly downward like a drop of nectar tracing the curve of a ripe peach. It rolled over her swollen clit and dropped.
Another bead formed.
Before it could fall, I leaned in and caught it with my tongue, rich, musky, and electric. Like warm honey kissed with fire.
I was just about to dive in, ready to lick and suck her soft, full pussy, when she stopped me with a sultry purr.
“Not so fast.”
She rose slowly, turned to face me, and took my hands in hers, guiding me gently back to my feet. Without breaking eye contact, she reached for the hem of my shirt and lifted it up and over my head, letting it fall to the floor. Her gaze lingered on me, taking in the work I’d put in at the gym, the definition in my abs, chest, and arms etched with strength and discipline. Her hands slid over my torso, warm and hungry, fingers tracing the lines of my muscles before she dropped to her knees in front of me.
With confident, practiced hands, she unbuckled my belt, undid the button, and slowly pulled down my zipper. Her fingers curled around the waistband of both my jeans and briefs, gripping firmly, and began to draw them down, inch by agonizing inch. My thick root came into view first, followed by more and more of my girthy cock. It almost felt surreal how long it took for the full length to be revealed, the anticipation stretching tighter with every passing second. And then, finally, it sprang free with a bounce, released from its confines and standing tall, hard, and ready before her.
My jeans hit the floor, and I kicked them aside without a thought. She leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of me fully exposed, her eyes roaming from my powerful thighs to the cock standing between them. Framed by strong, solid legs, I saw it in her face: awe, desire, and ownership. She knew exactly what she was about to claim.
She slowly unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt and pulled the fabric aside, revealing her pert, perfect breasts. The shirt framed them beautifully, pushed up just enough to make her nipples, already hard with anticipation, stand out like a promise.
Rising up onto her knees, she reached for me with both hands, wrapping them around my thick shaft. Her fingers barely touched as they encircled my girth.
“I can’t wait to suck your cock, baby,” she moaned, her voice dripping with hunger. The look in her eyes was ravenous, like she hadn’t tasted pleasure in years. “But it’s so big! I don’t know how it’ll fit.”
I smirked, brushing a knuckle along her cheek.
“I don’t know,” I teased. “I’m not sure you can handle it.”
Her hands began a slow, steady rhythm along my length, soft and teasing at first, almost reverent. She leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to the tip, then another. Her tongue flicked across the swollen crown, tasting the heat of me, before swirling all the way around the head in slow, deliberate circles.
Then her lips parted, just enough to seal around the tip, sucking gently, playful, teasing, while her hands kept a smooth, even pump along my shaft. Every stroke made my cock throb harder in her grip.
Her kisses turned hungrier, her tongue more insistent. She opened wider, slowly drawing my swollen head into her mouth. The size was more than her lips were built for, but that didn’t stop her. She took as much as she could, inch by inch, working her hands with more purpose as she moaned around me, her arousal vibrating through every lick and suck.
Occasionally, she slid both hands down to the base, trapping the blood inside and making my cock pulse harder, thicker. Then she pushed herself lower, inching down with focus and fire. I felt her throat begin to open, trying to take me in.
She gagged slightly, just for a second, but didn’t stop. She pulled back, caught her breath, then did it again. Each time she tried, I could feel myself sinking deeper into her throat. She was relentless, driven by desire, her mouth hot and wet and absolutely devoted.
“Fuuuuck, baby, that’s incredible,” I groaned, barely able to breathe.
She pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet pop. One final stroke coaxed a thick bead of precum to the surface. Smirking, she stuck out her tongue and licked it from my swollen head.
“Mmmm… now it’s your turn.”
She rose from the floor and climbed onto the bed, lying back with her knees up and spread wide. She gave me a slow, beckoning gesture. As I approached, she used both hands to spread her pussy wide open, exposing every glistening detail.
I climbed onto the bed between her toned thighs and buried my face in her lap. My mouth found her instantly, I sucked her soft, swollen lips between mine and swirled my tongue gently around her entrance. Then I flattened my tongue and gave her several long, slow licks, from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit.
She was soaked, her arousal warm and earthy, flooding my mouth. As I tongue-fucked her, she gushed so freely it spilled past my lips and soaked my beard. Her hips never stopped moving, grinding and bucking into my face, her slick heat coating everything.
Her moans filled the room, breathy, high, and unrestrained.
“Ughhh… that feels so fucking good! I don’t want it to stop, but I have a surprise for you,” she said, panting.
I gave her one last deep probe, then sat up with a grin.
“You haven’t surprised me enough already?” I said, my voice thick with lust.
She motioned for me to lean against the headboard, then disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, she returned, one hand holding a thick, black dildo, the other carrying her laptop.
“You always tell me about your daydreams… showing me off. You get so worked up talking about people peeking at my body,” she said, climbing onto the bed beside me.
She opened the laptop and positioned it between her legs. The screen displayed a live, anonymous video chat.
“I want you to sit back and enjoy the show.”
She pressed start, and the camera lit up, framing her perfectly: her perky, bare breasts, her glistening pussy, and her tight little asshole. Within seconds, a random stranger appeared on the other end. His jaw dropped.
“Holy shit,” he blurted.
He was young, clean-shaven, and clearly ready. His pants were already off, his cock fully hard. Slightly above average, with a thick mushroom-shaped head, he adjusted the camera and began stroking himself without hesitation.
Already flushed from our foreplay, she started to play with herself for him. She spread her pussy with both hands, running slick fingers up and down her flushed pink folds. Her juices gleamed on her skin as she rubbed slow, deliberate circles around her clit, then plunged two fingers deep inside herself, moaning softly as she worked her soaked hole.
After a few minutes of teasing, she reached for the massive black toy.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked me, then slowly pushed the thick dildo into her dripping, hungry pussy.
She let out a deep groan as her walls stretched around it. Her head fell back with pleasure. On the screen, I could hear the stranger groan in sync, his hand frozen around his cock, holding tight to avoid finishing too soon.
“Oh yes, baby. You’re so hot,” I murmured.
She plunged the toy in and out of her soaked pussy, her free hand tracing tight, deliberate circles around her clit. Her body rocked in rhythm, hips rising to meet the thrusts as the thick shaft filled her again and again.
Her eyes flicked to the screen, watching the stranger stroke himself in sync with her movements. Then she turned to watch me, stroking my cock right alongside them, equally transfixed. The moment pulsed with heat—three bodies, three desires, all connected through her.
“Such a naughty girl fucking that needy pussy for someone else’s pleasure.”
“I’m not done yet,” she purred. “Get on your knees.”
I obeyed, kneeling up and leaning back against the headboard. She repositioned the laptop, making sure the camera still had a perfect view of her stuffed, dripping pussy.
“I want to imagine I’m being fucked by two cocks at once while he watches.”
Then she leaned forward and took me into her mouth again, wet, hot, and hungry. The sensation was overwhelming. My head fell back as her lips slid down my shaft. She bobbed slowly, syncing the rhythm of her mouth with the deep thrusts of the toy she pounded into herself. On the screen, the stranger stroked faster, watching with feverish eyes.
Her mouth opened wider each time, swallowing more of me. Occasionally, she’d pause with her nose pressed to my skin, my cock fully in her throat, her lips sealed around the base, her tongue lapping at my balls. Every time she pulled back, her mouth left me glistening with spit. The sound of her wet toy-fucking mixed with her moans and the slick glide of her throat around me.
On screen, the voyeur’s breathing turned ragged.
“Ughh… oh fuck!” he grunted.
I glanced at the screen. His cock twitched in his hand, and then a thick rope of cum shot from his tip, followed by another. He groaned as his load spilled over his shaft and hands, dripping down his fingers while he gave himself a few final, messy strokes.
“You just made our voyeur cum all over himself,” I said with a grin.
She moaned around my cock, the sound muffled but satisfied. Then with a soft pop, she released me, a thick strand of saliva still connecting her lips to my shaft.
“That’s so hot,” she whispered breathlessly. “I need you inside me. Now.
I heard another wet pop as she pulled the thick, black toy from her swollen, glistening pussy. Without hesitation, she shut the laptop, set it aside, and stretched out on the bed. I moved between her legs, taking a moment to admire the aftermath, her flushed, gaping sex glistening with arousal. Her lips were slick and swollen, her entire mound dewy from the mess she’d made. Her hole pulsed with need, still open and dripping.
I pressed the thick, bulbous head of my cock against her soft entrance and slowly pushed forward. Her soaked folds welcomed me, parting around me with ease as I slid in deep. Inch by inch, I filled her, until her slick heat swallowed me whole, my tip pressed tight against her deepest walls, her outer lips snug to the base of my shaft.
Her body quaked beneath me. She was trembling already, every nerve firing from the intense build-up. Now, with my cock buried fully inside her, she teetered on the edge of a full-body climax. I wrapped one hand gently but firmly around her throat and began to thrust, slow and controlled.
Each stroke was deliberate. I pulled back until only my tip remained inside, then drove forward again, deep and unrelenting. Her body responded instantly, moaning louder, hips rising to meet me. It only took a few more strokes to push her over the edge.
Her moans turned wild and primal as she came, hard. Her pussy clamped down on me, walls pulsing as a hot gush of girl-cum exploded from her. The first wave splashed across my cock and abs, slick and wet. Her entire body convulsed, helpless to the overwhelming release. I watched as her pussy fluttered, squeezing around me again and again, each contraction pushing out another fresh wave of her orgasm. The initial clear squirt gave way to thicker, creamier arousal, leaking steadily from her stretched, trembling hole.
“I love watching you make such a mess,” I murmured as I leaned down and ran my tongue through the flood. I licked her thoroughly, savoring her taste, warm, earthy, and sweet, spreading her creamy release across her sensitive, flushed mound. “I love tasting your mess too.”
She moaned softly in response, her body still twitching beneath me.
I sat back up and pushed my still-throbbing cock back into her spent, slick pussy. She gasped at the fullness, but welcomed me. I resumed my slow, deep thrusts, each stroke a steady build toward my own release.
It wasn’t long before the pressure surged to the edge.
I drove deep and held there as I came, hard. Wave after wave pulsed through me, thick ropes of cum shooting into her, coating her from the inside. I stayed buried in her, rocking slightly to ride the aftershocks, her warm, wet walls milking every drop.
Eventually, I withdrew, and my cock slid free from her with a slick, wet sound. A flood followed, my cum mixed with hers pouring from her open pussy, spilling in a pearlescent stream down her folds and onto the sheets. The contrast was striking, white against flushed red, her pussy still gaping, used and satisfied.
“Oh my god, baby… that was so fucking hot,” I panted.
She couldn’t speak. Only a deep, satisfied purr rumbled from her throat as she lay back, fully spent, body still glowing in the aftershock. I crawled up beside her, pulled her into my arms, and spooned her close. We lay there together, silent for a long while, letting our breath slow, our skin cool, and our senses return.
