I've been watching you perform your sales act all afternoon at the open house of the home you're trying to sell. Your full, pillowy lips make concentrating on your spiel difficult at best.

Your business suit does a poor job of hiding the voluptuousness of your body. Your blond tresses caressing the tops of your 36D breasts, your trim waist and lush hips are so very inviting. Your mid-thigh skirt presents your legs nicely atop not-so-sensible heels.

All the men are trying their best not to obviously ogle you, while their wives pretend not to notice or seem jealous.

I make sure I'm the last potential "client" remaining. You check the rest of the house for people, and finding no one else, tell me, "Sir, the open house is over. Please, it's time to go."

I tell you, "You're right, let's go." I reach out and grab the starched white material of your top, your breasts tumbling out as I tear your blouse open.

I pull you to me for a rough embrace, kissing your gasping lips, shoving my tongue into your mouth, my cock hard against your twisting body.

You struggle and implore me with delightful faux earnestness, begging for mercy. I bite at your ivory neck, then lean in to chew and suck your stiffened nipples and firm breasts.

I pull my zipper down and watch your eyes widen at the sight of my engorged penis. You plead with me as I gather a fistful of your blonde hair and push you down to your knees, presenting my now-freed prick to your full lips.

You close your mouth and shake your head stubbornly. I thumb and pinch your nipples and shove my cock in your mouth when you involuntarily groan and cry out.

Drool streams from your chin as my swollen pole saws in and out of your hotly invaded orifice.

I love the gagging noises you make as I fuck your mouth steadily, feeding you more meat with each thrust, until the entire length has disappeared into your tight throat.

Your eagerness to please and expression of bliss belie your attempts at feigned resistance. You're never as beautiful as you are when my veiny hardness is stretching your lips.

After smiling a while at your flaring nostrils and sexy struggles for breaths between strokes, I suddenly yank you to your feet, pressing my mouth to yours in a deep sensuous kiss. Breaking away, I turn you around and bend you over the kitchen island, your sensitive tits pressed against the cold granite.

Your pitiful cries for compassion are my carnal inspiration as I reach beneath your skirt and pull your hose and panties halfway down your thighs.

The gooseflesh of your shapely ass cheeks is a lovely sight for my roaming eyes. I plunge one, two, three fingers deep into your soaking wet cunt. Fucking them in and out, feeling your moistness running down my hand. I lube my shaft with your slick juices.

Your frantic squirming and squealing when my swollen cockhead presses against your pussy lips intensifies my lustful quest. I hold an arm behind your back and ram my throbbing length all the way in at once, your guttural cry at the sudden invasion morphing into satisfied grunts as I slam into you relentlessly.

I pull at your hair and slap at your buttocks as I fuck you. You snap, snarl and swear at me, cursing my hungry longing and your own desperate yearnings.

Your hips are bouncing against the counter edge as I drive into you harder and faster. I can feel my balls are near bursting, my member swelling and tightening, stretching your swollen cunt lips.

My heavy sack swings up against your clit over and over, triggering your immense and overwhelming orgasm. You buck like a colt beneath me, hoarsely gasping for breath between groans.

When I finally rear back, then grind up and into you for the final thrusts, your spent whimpers are drowned out by my growled curses as I fiercely empty my pulsating load deep into your womb, my hot breath and obscene murmurs loud against your neck.

I seem to cum endlessly, my seed rushing from my buried member, humping you until I collapse, gasping and heaving, my pungent sweat drenching us both.

Eventually, I catch my breath. I slide from your wet, tight grasp and give your ass a final slap. I put myself back in my trousers and stride towards the door, straightening my shirt and tie, leaving you trembling and leaking on the island.

Walking out, I think about how much I adore you, my wife. I can't wait to see you tonight at home. We'll relax in the hot tub with a drink, and plan our next sexy scenario.