Lunch Time Cravings (Real Couple Story)
Interrupted by his co-worker while we were at it
It was a rainy Wednesday. I was dressed in a brown knitted dress and underneath I only had on a cream-colored bra and some coffee-colored stockings — the kind that stick to your thighs with a silicone strip, my favorite — and I didn't have panties as usual.
When my husband came home for lunch, I was already waiting for him, with lunch on the table. We watched some news on TV while we ate and talked about anything and everything — I had sent him some sexual memes during the morning, as I routinely do, and the conversation got heated.
“These conversations make me horny,” he said.
“I like that! Would you like a coffee?” I asked, as his lunch hour is usually short and he usually has to hurry.
“Yes, if you please. Today, the boss has given us more time for lunch...”.
“Oh...?” — I exclaimed.
“Yes... my pants got wet, I'll put them in the dryer.”
He took off his slippers. I walked over to him and got on my knees in front of him, starting to undo the buttons on his pants and pulled them down, revealing his erect cock inside his boxers.
“Hmm... What do I do now...?” I murmured, biting my lower lip. “Which hole do you want most now?”, His cock began to throb inside his boxers. I bit his cock lightly over the fabric as I buried my fingers in his buttocks and pulled his pants off.
“I'm going to put them in the machine. Would you like a treat?”, I asked him.
“Of course I do, but will we have time for that? We have to go to another room, or we risk being seen from the window”.
I quickly put his pants in the dryer and met him in our bedroom, where he was waiting for me, standing there with his cock quite hard:
“Come here, get down on your knees and suck...”.
I did exactly what he told me to. I got down on my knees in front of him, pulled his testicles down with my left hand and grabbed his cock with my right hand to lick it and put it in my mouth.
“You look so good on your knees... I love the way you suck me”, He grabbed my hair, and started fucking my face vigorously until he made me choke on his cock and moan with pleasure.
“Actions have consequences! One day I can't control the gagging and it's going to be beautiful!” - I said jokingly, as I withdrew for air and slapped his cock.
“Ohh... but it feels so good! You've got to stop slapping it, because I feel like I could cum just like that and I want your pussy, so come over here”.
He took my hand to help me up and sat on the edge of our bed.
I got on top of him in cowgirl position, with him holding my waist:
“That's it you slut, touch yourself and fuck me!”
When he calls me a slut I feel my pussy dripping over with juices, I actually do love being his slut. I was grinding on him in slow but strong circular movements with my hips while he was slapping my buttocks with one hand and pulling my hair with the other.
“Ohh yes, baby, spank me!”, I said, moaning with pleasure.
But then suddenly... “Ding-Dong!”, Someone rang the doorbell of our house.
“Oh, shit! Who could it be?!”.
We wanted to ignore it and carry on, but as our house is small, we're aware that everything can be heard outside - in fact, that's most definitely the case — so whoever had the nerve to come uninvited must have heard it. We got dressed in a hurry and went to open the door.
“What the hell... there's no one...?”, I exclaimed, faced with the absence of anyone at the door. I started to look around and saw Tim, one of my husband's work colleagues, in our garden. It was clear that he had heard something, as he moved away from the house.
“Hello, Tim, what brings you here?”, I asked him.
Visibly flustered, Tim replied:
“Hello, Eve! Is your husband home? I thought he'd like a drink or something before he goes back to work.”
We're very polite people. Although I wanted to tell him to get out of there, I kept my composure and called my husband — as if it was no big deal — since everything was ruined in any case. I kissed my husband goodbye:
“See you later, my love...”.
He whispered, “See you later my slut, I've got to go... I promise I'll make it up to you tonight”.
I closed the door. I decided to go back to the bedroom, thinking I'd tidy up and turn off the light. But I'd been craving his cock so bad and now he was gone.
“Fuck this”, I thought. ”I'm so horny... Why did Tim have to show up when I was about to cum...”, I started to touch myself and noticed that my juices were running down my leg.
I couldn't resist the temptation to grab a dildo and set it up right there on our bedroom floor. Moving back and forth, I felt the cold floor on my buttocks each time they hit the floor — which turned me on even more. I reached for my clit sucker and had a very good orgasm — but a bit of a bitter taste — because there's nothing like his cock and I really craved it.
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