Maybe it was instinct; maybe I made a noise pulling down the briefs. She opened her eyes to see
me standing there in a tee shirt, big erection in hand. She stopped playing with her pussy but
kept her hand between her legs. She stared over at my hard cock and grinned.
"How long have you been standing there?" she asked.
I grinned back, "Just a few minutes."
"Like what you see, big boy?"
"Love it."
"Want some?"
"Can't. Not yet"
Her face scrunched up in a cute way. She then smiled over at me in the doorway. She swung around
on the bed so that her legs and pussy were facing me. She raised her knees and spread her
legs. Her blonde pussy hairs were damp, her cunt lips were puffy. She began running her hand
along her slit again as she watched me. My hard-on hadn't lost any off its stiffness, if
anything; it probably gained some from this new view. I began stroking along with her, my
body trembling with excitement.
She resumed her titty rub, her fingers slowly slid up and down her pink slit, gently flicking
near her clit then moving down toward her cute butt. I heard the pace of breathing get deeper
and watched the pace of her fingers increase. I began jerking my cock a bit faster. Her
hips were slowly writhing. Lust was in her eyes. She moaned with pleasure as she slipped two
slim fingers into her wet, warm pussy. I gripped my cock tighter imagining her delicious
warmth. Her palm was up against her clit as she started fucking her fingers, all the while
watching me jerk off to the rhythm of her plunging fingers, a rhythm that was becoming faster
with every labored breath. Her ass was bouncing off the bed as she thrust her pussy toward
me, her fingers becoming a blur, her breathing harsher, and her cries of pleasure louder.
I braced myself against the doorframe as my strokes lengthened and quickened. My hips wanted
to thrust toward her but I knew I couldn't risk the pain. Cum was building in my balls; my
pumping hand and the sound of our shared gasps and groans was pushing me over the edge. My
wife's sweet, sweaty pussy grasped her fingers as her creamy blonde body began to quiver and
spasm in orgasm. I grabbed the elastic of my briefs and held the cotton out in front of my
cock, the fabric rubbing my balls. Orgasmic thunder rumbled through my body as I shot wad
upon wad into the briefs. Fire erupted in my back and shoulders but I didn't give a damn
about the pain. The pleasure was still washing over me as I stumbled forward on to the bed,
gasping for air, groaning in ecstasy and hurt.
Though she was still breathing heavy, the wife came to my side. Her eyes now filled with
concern.
"Frank, you OK?"
Blinking back tears as the pain slowed down to a dull roar, I tried to smile.
"Despite your attempt to kill me, I think I'll live."
"Damn good thing!" she laughed, "I'd had having to explain your cummy underwear to the police.
Thanks for trying to save the carpet. Maybe next time we'll try this lying down and with some
tissues handy."
I was grinning like the cat that caught the canary. The next few months might not be so boring
after all. Amazing what a single spark can do.
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