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Wife in the front seat, bj in the back: Act 3 TheAct 3: The Marital BedI’m disturbed from my net surfing by a loud knock at the door. I’d been watching the Ladies golf yesterday, and doing a little er, ‘research’ on Paula Creamer. I’ve got a semi on me and the last thing I want to do is answer the door, so I ignore it. A short while later, the knock comes again, only this time more persistent; louder, longer. Shit! I get off the settee and head for the door, adjusting myself in the hope my hardness won’t be too obvious under my trousers.I clear the webpage and wait for a second for my hardness to dissipate, before a final persistent rap on the door sets the dog off and I get up from my chair, adjusting myself as I do.I open the door and my heart skips a beat.In true Diana style, without speaking a word and without waiting for an invitation she steps inside the house.Bending down to make a fuss of the dog, I’m in half panic, wondering why she’s here. Despite the neck scarf she’s wearing, I catch sight of her wonderful deep cleavage, which is certainly not helping my erection disappear!”So, I’m guessing we’ve got about half an hour.” she says, almost matter-of-factly, as she stands upright to look me in the eyes.”What?” I stammer.”Your wife. She’s just been round to mine, and said she was off to see Angie and Cath now about the forthcoming W.I trip.. Soooo, I was wondering if you’d like to do what we talked about last week?”Christ! This woman’s insatiable! I think to myself, before answering “It’s too risky. She could come home any minute and catch us…”Di sighs, and then taking my hands, places them on her soft, ample breasts.All sanity quickly departs my brain as I gently squeeze her overflowing mounds, and without another word, I take her hand and start to lead her through to the living room.“Where are we going? This isn’t what I want,” she says. “I want you to fuck me in your wife’s bed, John, remember?”The prospect is both terrifying and incredibly arousing. I’ve had numerous affairs over the years, yet here I am, in my sixties and never once slept with another woman in our marital bed. If my wife were to find us, there would be absolutely no turning back for us, nearly forty years of marriage would be over, just like that. Di obviously sees the hesitation in my eyes, and moves close to me, until her eyes are inches from mine. Her hand moves down to my midriff then open palmed she moves it lower and on to my throbbing cock, which gives the game away. “Ha!” she laughs, as soon as her hand touches the top of my hard shaft, “Come on! Let’s not waste any more time…” and with that she grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs!Lust has me trapped in her headlights, and as I follow Di up the stairs, I admire her little ass cheeks, bouncing delightfully to every step she takes. At the top of the stairs I take her hand and lead her in to our bedroom. She scans her eyes across it, as a perspective house-hunter might. “Your wife really was a pretty little thing in her younger days, wasn’t she?” Di observes, picking up a photo of us together, taken in our youth, “And you were such a handsome brute too!” she grins, winking at me.I’m still in mild panic here, wondering if what I’m about to do could turn my life upside down. Di has already undone her neck scarf and is now stepping out of her black trousers and I follow suit. I’m smiling as Di unbuttons her white blouse, revealing a beautiful red lacy bra and those awesome boobs of hers. My cock tells me there’s no turning illegal bahis back now. “Don’t look so worried, John” Di reassures, seeing my obvious reticence, “Everything will be fine. You never know, you might even enjoy it!” she adds, with that mischievous sparkle in her eyes that I find so irresistible.I nod nervously, but continue to undress myself, stepping out of my own trousers, my cock forming a vaguely ridiculous tent in my boxers.A smile lights up her face, as Di clearly spots it too and comes over to help me out of them, before kneeling in front of me. “I do love your fat cock” she murmurs before gently stroking my shaft and cupping and squeezing my balls with her other hand.”Now, let’s do some stuff today that your wife never lets you do, shall we? Lie on the bed John.” A command rather than a request.I do as I’m told, again, feeling faintly ridiculous flat on my back, my cock twitching in the air, while Di reaches round for something.“Right, John. Put your hands together over your head.”Without questioning I do as I’m told, as Di proceeds to tie them together with her neck-scarf, and then secures me against the bed post behind me. “What the fuck, Di?” I splutter, briefly panicked.“Oh, shut up, John! You’re gonna lay on your back here, while I use you in your wife’s bed. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it too!”With that I give up all resistance and sigh as Di slowly lowers her mouth over my aching cock. My mind races back to our first time together in the car, when she sucked the cum out of my cock, whilst my wife sat oblivious in the front seat. Di’s husband was another matter. He’d watched us eagerly through the rear-view mirror, while he drove us all home, a wry smile crossing his lips as I finally blew my muck in his wife’s greedy mouth. With this thought in my head and her delicate tongue action its not long before she’s taking me to the edge again, and I ask her to give me a breather. “You really need to work on your endurance!” she jokes, before moving up to me and kissing me deeply on the lips, her breasts, still in the lacy bra, pressing against my own chest. “I want you to eat me John!” she demands, moving herself round to sit on my face. Her full weight on me, I kiss and suck her soft peachy lips, then start to tongue-fuck her, darting in and out of the entrance of her cunt before returning to sucking and gently nibbling her labia. All the while I hear her sighing above as her weight writhes on top of my face. Its not long before she is wet and the salty taste of her sex is on my lips.“Keep going!” she says, and I do as I’m told. Seconds later I feel her shudder on top of me and my mouth is soaked with her love juices.“Fuck!” comes her cry as she leans forwards and grips my thighs.“Thank you, John. That was lovely.” She says, dismounting me, “Now its time for your treat!” Turning to face me, she fixes her eyes on me and slowly, deliberately, unclips her red bra.I gasp as her fabulous breasts finally spill out, “God, Di. Your breasts are amazing! I fucking love them!” “I know you do, John.” she smiles down confidently at me, before adding, “Bet your wife’s never given you a tit-fuck has she?”She knows the answer and doesn’t wait for one. Instead, she slowly positions herself between my legs and wraps her breasts around my longing cock. Oh my! What a sensation! My cock quickly disappears inside the deep valley of her cleavage and she begins to wank me with her soft love pillows. Yet again, it takes all I can muster not to cum, as she takes me to illegal bahis siteleri heaven for a minute or two.“Right John. No more messing around now, I want to ride that fat cock of yours.”As her full weight finally rests on me, Di let’s out a deep-throated cry of satisfaction. Tied up, all I can do is watch as she starts to gyrate and I feel her pussy muscles gripping and taking control of me. She quickly gets quite rough, bouncing up and down on me, and once or twice I feel a shoot of pain as she lands on or against my tightening balls. Her tits are bouncing all over the place as she moves, circling in opposite directions to one another, as she continues to grind down hard on me and the headboard starts to bang against the wall.I’m desperate to grab hold of her bouncing melons, but trussed up as I am, all I can do is look on, utterly spellbound at the sight.Suddenly I hear the dog running from the kitchen and loud barking ensue, as he jumps at the porch door.Shit! Pat must be home! We both freeze on the spot, as if trying our best to recreate an erotic mannequin. We look at each other with startled eyes. Yes, even Di for once appears panicked!“Quick, Untie me!” I whisper, but Di just stares at me, frozen.We strain to listen for the door key, but instead the door bell rings, sending the dog into further frenzied barking. We’re motionless, but realise it can’t be my wife, at least. We stay quiet, waiting for the inevitable second ring, but nothing. A moment or two later I hear the dog traipse off disappointed back in to his kitchen bed.”Right, where were we?” Di laughs, but it’s no laughing matter.“Jesus! We can’t do this, Di. Untie me now.” I demand, “That could have been My wife.” “Yes, but it wasn’t, was it? What would she have done if she’d found you here, John? Tied up in your bed, with another woman riding your cock. Would she have joined in?” “She’d have gone fucking nuts, that’s what!” I cry, exasperated. “Now untie my now.”Di does as I ask, but continues, “Look, she’s nothing if not a gossip, so we probably still have plenty of time. Now, less of the talk and more action, please.” and with that Di takes one of her dangling breasts and shoves it towards my face.I can’t resist and my mouth envelopes her swollen nipple, biting and sucking it, before taking in a greedier mouthful of her soft, ample breast that I’ve come to adore in such a short time.Di is clearly enjoying the action, as her hands and arms encircle my head, encouraging me to devour her. My right hand, finally now free, is wasting no time and is kneading her other breast, revelling in its size, its softness…Take me from behind, John. I want you to fuck me hard, treat me like your bitch in your wife’s bed!”“Jesus, I really should have married you!” I only half joke.“Why doesn’t your wife like it rough, John?”“She doesn’t like it full stop!” I reply, not joking.“Then take me instead, John.”I start to increase the pace and force of my thrusts, and she continues, “That’s it John. Just like that. Think of all the times that bitch has given you the cold shoulder in here. Well no more! Have me instead.” I love the dirty talking Di does, so different from the way my wife is on the rare occasions we ever make love, and Di clearly knows it.“Squeeze my tits, John. Squeeze those big tits.”I’m nuzzling her neck and biting her ear lobes and she’s sighing. Cupping her huge breasts from behind, I am once more delighted at their weight, their softness, their fullness, as they overflow in my unbound canlı bahis siteleri hands. I feel her nipples responding to my touch as my thumb and forefingers roll them.“That feels so good.” Di sighs, her head pressed against my shoulder, “Now finish me John. Let’s cum together in your wife’s bed. I want to feel your hot load shoot inside my wet pussy.”Spurred on by those words, I heighten my urgency, “Oh Diana!” I gasp, “I’ll cum inside you!” and with that I begin to thrust into her as if my life depends on it. My cock is drilling into her as my hips slap against her bum cheeks. The bed is shaking and groaning to the kind of action its never witnessed before, the headboard slamming against the wall and no doubt leaving tell-tale signs of our activity. “That’s it John. Cum inside me. I want to feel your married cock shooting up my cunt. Give it to me, John! Give it to meeeeee….”Her head flings back and I feel her orgasm take over her body. Her pussy muscles grip my cock like a vice and I’m squeezing her tits like there’s no tomorrow as I unload inside her. Four, five, six jets of hot spunk are fired high up inside her pussy. As her hands grip the back of my head, I nuzzle her cheek and continue to hump into her like a dog on heat, unable to stop until I’m totally dry, emptied.“Fucking hell, Diana!” I gasp, as we both fall forward and collapse face first on to the bed. Exhausted and exhilarated, we lay in each other’s arms, stroking and caressing whilst kissing gently.I could quite happily die here! I think to myself. Suddenly I’m jolted back to reality by my wife smiling over at me from the photo frame on my bedside table. And I most certainly will if she walks in on us! Reluctantly I suggest we get dressed.___________________We’re downstairs again now, and in the porch saying our goodbyes, for now at least.Separating from our kiss, I look Di in the eyes and with a post-fuck flush reddening her cheeks, she looks radiant.“Here, a little gift for you John.” she says and hands me something in a closed fist, “Keep them as a momento of our afternoon.”I look down to see her lacy red panties in my hand, as Di continues, “Next time your wife won’t let you have sex, think of me and shoot your load in these instead…” she offers, a wicked smile appearing on her lips as she makes her suggestion.“I really should have married you!” I say once more…She laughs and gives me one last peck on the cheek, “Until next time, lover.” she breathes, before stroking my cock through my trousers one final time, causing it to stir once again.“Be off with you, strumpet!” I mock, “Or I’ll be carrying you up those stairs again!” As Di turns to open the door, I can’t resist slapping her on her bum, causing her bum cheeks to jiggle as she gives a playful little squeal, and steps out onto the driveway.As she does I’m shocked to see my wife striding round the corner, darting a curious smile at us both as she walks up the stony path.“You almost caught us in the act there, Pat!” comes Di’s instant, unflappable response, “Don’t worry though, he’s all yours again!” she laughs, briefly touching my wife’s arm, as a close friend might, as they pass one another.“You’re welcome to him, Di! Doubt he’d even have the energy to get off the settee these days, though…”, comes my wife’s caustic reply, playing along with the apparent joke. The look she flashes in my direction tells a different story though. Unfortunately she knows me all too well by now.As Di disappears round the corner of our drive, she winks cheekily at me, and I suddenly realise I’ve still got her little panties in my hand. With my wife now just yards away I stuff them in my trouser pocket, hoping she hasn’t noticed, as I prepare myself for the inevitable inquisition to begin…

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