The only thing I like more than having you lick whipped cream off of my cunt is you unloading your cream from your cock all over me. I was trying to make a dessert for your office Christmas party. I was just getting the whipped cream out of the refrigerator when you walked in the kitchen and grabbed me from behind. You grabbed the whipped cream and put it on the counter, shut the refrigerator door and pushed me up against the cold stainless steel door. The whole thing shook. You pulled down my shirt and bra and pressed my hard nipples against the cold metal door. You lifted my skirt and moved my panties to the side. You took a bit of whipped cream and spread it across my pussy lips before getting low and licking it off. Fuck. You commanded then that I took my clothes all the way off. As soon as they hit the floor, you turned me around, and picked me up. You placed me on the cold kitchen counter and sprayed me vigorously with the whipped cream. It was so cold but you warmed it right up, licking every bit. You sprayed me once again, emptying the can, and had me play with it in my pussy. I was sure to get it deep in there so you would have to tongue me even deeper to clean it out. I know you love eating that pussy. How is that vanilla cream pie, baby?
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Repairmen Fuck Me
I call repairmen to my house all the time. One thing or another is always needing fixing. Lol, maybe I have something to do with that. When they come knocking I answer bare ass naked. I lead them straight to where I said the problem was but all we do is fuck. I will bend over and beg for that cock. I usually do not have to beg long at all before I get exactly what I want. I want them to know immediately what they are really here for. I need to fuck and that is what they are here to take care of. ME! Nothing is broken but my three fuck holes need a good cock deep inside pounding away.
The Not So Good Old Days
I have always enjoyed the way I have maintained my body. I work hard at it. It is one of the reasons my ex-husband married me. I knew it, and he knew it. I am not sure it had that much to do with love as it had to do with lust and creating an image for the boys at his job. I was the ultimate trophy wife for him. Although most of the men married younger women, none of them could hold a conversation as I did, nor could they be sexy all of the time. My Mother taught me well.
I am from the time when Women took care of men and stayed home to do just that. It sounds so antiquated now. Everyone works, there is no one set parent that stays home. All men and women cook and clean and watch over their offspring. I remember making sure the house was spotless every day, then making sure I looked amazing for when he came home. I would have dinner on the table and talk about nothing else but his day. I had to make sure I was empathetic to his hard day which consisted mainly of sitting behind a desk, going to meetings, and drinking at lunch with his Partners. I am not saying that he didn’t work hard, but it really got on my nerves after awhile.
Once I was so bored I decided to mix things up a bit. When he got home instead of there being dinner on the table there was me. Naked. I wanted some god damned attention. He looked at me and said, “Where is dinner.” Then went and made himself a drink. Yes, my ex-husband could be an asshole, hence the reason he is an ex.
That night when he fell asleep I went into our guest bedroom and fantasied about how I really had wanted that evening to go. I imagined him coming in the door, seeing me, dropping his briefcase to make his way between my legs as he brought me to orgasm with his mouth. I could almost feel it, then I would of returned the favor by giving him the most incredible blow job of his life. We would then fuck, and then go out for dinner. I came when I thought about a cock banging away on my pussy right on our table. I then made my way back to bed.
At one point I seriously considered having an affair, but I was a good wife and took my vows seriously. Marriage wasn’t something you just threw away. However, as the years went on and my sexual needs were not met, and he was staying away from home more and more we both decided that it was time to just move on. I am glad we did though, because now I have an incredible sex life, and I often wonder that if it had been one of you that had come home to me on the table, what would you have done?