Karen and I are home alone, and it didn't take long!
The Night The Boys Were Gone
It was the day of the prom, both my sons have dates and by 4:00pm the house will be empty except for Karen and I. The thought of having the house to our selves was fantastic. Don’t get me wrong, we love our boys whole-heartedly, but it always seems that they would barge into our bedroom at most inopportune times and catch us making love, we would have to scramble to cover up just hear “ what are you guys doing? “ and this is after we said goodnight and told them we were going to bed. (Boy that really burns my ass!)
Twenty years ago this wouldn’t have bothered me, we would have put the kids back to bed and continued were we left off. But now, for me it is pretty much an unrecoverable situation.
It seems that if I’m hard and get interrupted it just goes south, not to return.
We now have a sign on our door; that reads: “if the door is closed, please knock before entering”. But getting a teenager to listen, read, or do anything that you would like them to do is a joke. So we have to wait until late, or use days like today to play. Hell we even have to schedule sex around them and even then, let me give you a example: One evening Karen and I were making love…the door closed, and Karen got a little loud, Picture this! My son John knocks on the fucking bedroom door and Asked Karen if she was alright …She just said, Yea, What do you want, I’m ok, just go! Then looked at me, She looked like she was possessed or something, She looked at me, and in a most evil tone, said FINISH ME!
Of coarse I had to oblige and we had the hottest hardcore sex you can imagine, but that is another story, and mostly the exception to the rule.
I’m sure most of you parents of teenagers can relate, and to the teenagers “Yes your Parents have SEX and PLEASE KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING”!!!! . (Typing this and laughing to my self) I just had to throw that in Just in case there are any teens that might be reading this story. Sorry to all the teens that might be offended, but how would you like it if I interrupted you while you were fucking your girl friends or boy friends?
Well anyway soon it was time for them to leave, 4:00 pm rolled around, there were a bunch of pictures taken and the Boys and their dates had finally had left for the evening.
Karen decided to go downstairs to check her e-mail. On the way to our bedroom I said, Listen babe no sound, and she just laughed and replied, Isn’t it great! . I put my arm around her and we stood just enjoying the silence, not talking, just standing and holding each other for what seemed like forever. She went to her computer and I went to mine.
I decided to check out XNXX. Figured I would start by flipping through some pics, and after that read some stories. We all have our own computers, and mine is in the bedroom, and Karen’s is out in the hall / storage area of our finished basement. That puts us off the beaten path so to speak, it seems you can't look at porn with teenagers around. But today I don't have to worry about that...Yea!!!! .
So I went into our bedroom, and fired up my computer. I checked my e-mail; then went to XNXX. As I looked out the bedroom door and noticed Karen was playing some Internet game, I said hey, you want a fuck? She just through me one of those looks, I shrugged it off, I Took the opportunity and opened the teen gallery.
Any time Karen walks in and sees me checking out the teens she always asks me, “Aren’t they a little young”? I just tell her that they are supposed to be of age, and if they wanted to show them selves then far be it from me to not check them out...lol.
Anyways, while your playing games, I might as well do what I like best, and that is to look at Porn, and she shot me another look, I just thought to my self “ you will have a different look on your face, later when I fuck your brains out!”
Karen and I have been married for 24 years. She is 43 and I am 46. She feels that when I check these girls out that I don’t love her or find her sexy anymore. I think she is just feeling old. But in all reality, that is not the case. Karen and I used to read (Playboy, Penthouse) when we first got married. She just lost her interest in porn, but I never did. Reading Playboy and Penthouse never bothered her before, and then we would have some of the greatest sex after or even during.
She just never got into the Internet porn, well after the MPlayer site closed that is, she did like being on cam, and showing her pussy and putting on a show for all her online friends, But that is a whole other story in itself.
Karen is still hot, she is 5’10, with wavy blond hair, long beautiful legs, and her tits are a nice 36c cup, with nipples that are to die for. She says her ass is getting fat, But I don’t see it that way, besides it is great place to hold on to when I’m slamming my meat into one of the hottest pussy a guy could ever want. And let me tell you one thing, if we didn’t have the constant interference from the boys, I would be fucking her every god given minute, and giving her the gushing orgasms that she deserves.
Me I’m 5’9, with salt and pepper hair. I have big shoulders, and a work developed chest. Karen says I have a nice ass, and my cock is about 7in long, and has a nice girth. I have to say we are still pretty fit for being 40 plus. I’m kind of laid back, and on the sarcastic side, but seeing this as a once in a life time thing so I won’t bust her chops, “ don’t want to fuck up, and piss her off, do we?”
I had read down through 4 or 5 stories, when I came to this one (Afternoon in the booth). I had just started reading the part when Jack and Carol were driving down the freeway, and Jack had convinced Carol into flashing her tits, then giving him head. I had thought to myself that this could have been a page from my own life. Karen and I have done pretty much the same thing on the way home from dropping our son off at Boy Scout camp! No, I never talked her into the peep show part, but had a nice ride on the freeway with the cruise on, and one of the hottest, wettest fucks that followed when we got home that evening.
So looking out the door I told her about this story, and said, “ Hey babe you have to read this story, I’m not going to tell you what it’s about, but you have to read it.” Her eyebrows rose a little bit, I knew she had taken the bait and soon I will be fucking that hot pussy, I so love to be in.
I had just finished the story and was all horned up when Karen walked into the bedroom and saw the condition I was in, She said “ I guess it is a good story, I never seen you so hard”, my cock was throbbing! All the blood must have been pumped to my cock because it was aching, it wanted pussy and I was about to get some without interruption.
I moved out of the office chair and sat on the edge of the bed so she could sit in front of the computer. She had on loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt, no bra, being she had gotten comfortable for the evening ahead of us.
As she started reading the story, I saw her eyes light up, and not only were her eyes lighting up, but her nipples were standing up too! I knew she was getting into this story and it must have brought back memories like it did with me. She said, “now I see what set you off”, I reached down and lifted her leg over my head so I could sit between her beautiful long legs. It was then I noticed the wet spot growing on the crotch of her shorts. I replied from the looks of your shorts it seems to have you going to, she gave a low moan in response.
While she read the story, I started rubbing the inside of her leg, from the knee to her now soaked shorts, lightly grazing my fingers over the fabric covering her dripping pussy.
Karen had shifted her ass to the edge of the chair and spread her legs a little wider to give me more access, I couldn’t help but to put my head between her legs and smell the alluring aroma of her freshly soaked panties, and the steaming pussy underneath, God I love that smell, it just drives me wild!
I lapped and sucked the pussy juice through the thin fabric, and just kept nuzzling her clit, when all of the sudden, she grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head from her drenched crotch. (Panting heavily), she proceeded to take off her shorts and panties, and I proceeded to pull her t-shirt up over her head, and started pinching her nipples, she loves it when I’m ruff with her tits, she can cum from it to! She said “O god babe, do you want me to finish story or not?” “You keep this up and story time is going to be over” noticing she was half way through the story, “I said by all means, but don’t think I’m going to stop what I’m doing” she growled in a lust toned voice, “Mmmm please don’t”.
As my beautiful, (naked) wife sat back down, her sparkling eyes, glazed with lust, and desire, they met mine, I knew she wasn’t going to be able to take much more of the intense foreplay she was receiving. I slowed down and let her pick up the story were she had left off.
I wanted to strip down myself, and be ready for when she wanted my attention. I let her get back to the story, but out of the corner of my eyes I caught her checking me out as I pulled off my t-shirt, She always loved my hairy chest, Then I took off my jeans, and released raging hard on, it seemed like a tent pole, the way it was holding my boxers straight out, she said “let me help you with that”.
Karen reached over and started to stroke my cock, making it even harder. She helped me to remove my boxers and gave my cock a few licks. Then She took me all the way down her throat, glanced up at me and then slowly slid her mouth back up the length of my shaft. Just when I thought she had given up on finishing the story, she sat back down. And I was about to pop a nut then and there. I figured two could play that game!
This was my opportunity. As she was reading, I began to finger her pussy and playing with her clit. This drives her wild in normal situations, and this case was no exception. What surprised me were the intensity and the speed that she reached her first orgasm. She gushed all over my hand with a loud YES BABY! I took her juice and rubbed it into her tits. Then bent over and took her nipple into my mouth and started to vigorously suck on it, while pinching the other nipple as hard as I could. In a matter of seconds, I had her cumming again.
The combination of the pussy juice and her hardened nipples drove me insane with desire. I looked up at her and noticed that the story had long been forgotten. Her eyes had that lust glaze look and she was moaning loudly. I knew that my beautiful wife was on the verge of having another intense orgasm. I knew it was time; I braced myself against the edge of the bed, and positioned my now throbbing cock at the entrance to her sopping pussy. One quick push and I was buried to the hilt, she gasp as my throbbing cock hit bottom.
Intent on making this last, I slowly withdrew so just the head was inside. I could feel her pussy pulsate. This was a completely new feeling for the both of us.
We had never made love in the office chair, or any chair for that matter, and it just seemed to make the whole experience even that much more intense. I slowly pushed back into her pussy and ground my hips against her pubic bone. Moaning even louder she yelled “Fuck me baby, fuck me hard, make me cum! My wife grabbed the arms of the chair and arched her back up. At this point, I began slamming into her again and again, the chair crashing into the wall and each thrust stimulating her clit as I shoved it in, and hitting her G-spot as I pulled back out. The heat, the smell, and how tight her pussy felt, I was in heaven.
The pace and the position were just too much for her, I slammed into her and yelled, “You want this cock” and just kept pounding her for all she was worth. She literally exploded. Her orgasm was so intense that her mouth was open, but no words came out, she gushed her juice around my cock and down my balls, even splashing up onto my belly. At that point, I lost it and filled her steaming pussy with load after load of my hot cum.
as our orgasms subsided, my knees grew weak and I collapsed against my wife’s chest. We lay there just holding each other feeling our hearts pounding and savoring the lust and love that we shared. We looked at each other and said “Holy Fuck” at the same time, and to me that says it all.
I just want to say thanks to (Slut Wife) author of (Afternoon in the Booth) for one of the best love making sessions to date.