Lately, my wife and I have been having amazing sex: anal, oral, in the car, in the park, in hotel rooms and in friends rooms at parties. I was more than satisfied with my wife and she was satisfied with me – or so I thought.
My wife left early for work on Friday morning as she had a meeting at work. After she left I laid out on the bed her lingerie for what I planned this evening: black bra and panties, lace top stockings, black fuck me heels and a skimpy mesh dress. Next to it, I left a note reading, “I’ll be home at seven.”
As the day went by all I could picture was my wife in the lingerie I had left out. My cock was raging hard in my pants (a real struggle to hide from my co-workers). Six-thirty came around and it was finally time to go home.
I pulled into the driveway right on seven and jumped out of my car eager to begin our night of sexual pleasures. I came through the front door to see my wife’s work heels on the floor as they usually were. “I’m home,” I yelled from the front of the house.
Nothing… No response….
“She’s must be in the bathroom getting ready,” I thought to myself. I slowly walked up the hall towards our bedroom to the sound of a moan from our bedroom. The smell of sweat and sex lingered down the hallway. As I approached the bedroom the door was halfway opened. I gently poked my head in to see my wife, lying on her back, grabbing her stocking-covered legs with the biggest black cock I’d ever seen in my life fucking her married pussy.