The living room was already warm from the late afternoon sun streaming through the windows. I leaned back on the couch, my dick already half-hard just thinking about what was coming. The door to the bedroom creaked open, and there she was—Vicky, my wife, stepping into the room like she owned it. And she did. Fuck, did she ever.
She was wearing those fuck-me heels—five inches of black suede with ankle straps that made her legs look even longer, making her calves like some kind of erotic jewelry. The dress she’d worn earlier was gone, replaced by a long white sheer robe that did nothing to hide the curves beneath. She knew exactly what she was doing, the way she let the robe slip just enough to tease, the fabric clinging to her tits like a lover’s hands.
I groaned, my hand already reaching for my belt. "Jesus, Vicky. You’re trying to kill me."
She smirked, running a hand through her short blonde hair, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe. Or maybe I just want to give you a show."
The robe hit the floor.
Fuck. She was naked except for those heels, her body a goddamn masterpiece—toned thighs, that tight little ass, tits that begged to be sucked. She turned slowly, giving me a full view, then bent over just enough to let me see everything. Her pussy was already glistening, and when she turned back, her fingers were playing with her clit, slow circles that had my cock throbbing.
"Remember when I told you I used to suck off my boss in his office?" she purred, her voice dripping with sin.what i didn't tell you was that "He’d bend me over his desk, and I’d take his dick like this—deep, slow, until I was groaning my name."
My hand was a blur on my shaft now, pre-cum leaking from the tip. "Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl."
She laughed, low and throaty, then crawled onto the couch, her heels digging into the cushions as she straddled my lap. Her tits pressed against my chest, her breath hot on my ear. "And now I’m going to suck your dick while I tell you about the time I sucked your friends Mark cock at our barbeque last month. in the garage . He came so hard he nearly passed out."
The thought of it made me shudder. Mark—big, rough hands, a cock that could split a woman in half. And Vicky? She loved the challenge.
She didn’t waste time. Her mouth was on me before I could even catch my breath, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick before she took me all the way down her throat. No gagging, no hesitation—just pure, filthy expertise. Her hands gripped my thighs, her nails digging in as she bobbed up and down, her lips stretched tight around my shaft.
"Fuck, yes," I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair. "Take it, baby. Take my cock like you took his."
She pulled off with a wet *pop*, her lips glistening. "You love it when I talk about other men, don’t you?" she teased, her fingers tracing the veins on my shaft. "You love knowing I’ve had other dicks in my mouth than yours."
I groaned, my hips jerking up involuntarily. "Fuck, you’re evil."
She grinned, then went back to work, her mouth working me over like she was trying to win a prize. Her tongue flicked over the slit of my cock, then she cupped my balls, rolling them gently in her palm while she sucked me deeper.
"Mark’s dick was so thick," she murmured between strokes. "I had to gag on it, tears in my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I took him all the way, swallowed every drop."
The mental image sent a jolt through me, and I came with a rough groan, my cock pulsing in her mouth as she drank me down. She didn’t let a drop go to waste, licking her lips clean before crawling up to straddle my waist again, her wet pussy hovering just above my spent dick.
"Your turn," she whispered, grinding against me. "I want you inside me while I tell you about the time I fucked your coworker in the supply closet."
I flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head as I thrust into her in one hard stroke. She cried out, her back arching off the couch, her heels digging into my ass.
"Fuck, yes," she hissed. "Just like that. Tell me how much you love knowing I’m a slut for you."
I didn’t answer. Instead, I fucked her like a man possessed, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her moans filling the room. When she came, it was with a scream, her nails raking down my back as her pussy clenched around my cock.
And when I finally pulled out, thick ropes of my cum dripping from her thighs, she just smirked up at me.
"Guess you’re the one who can’t get enough," she purred, licking her lips.
I laughed, collapsing beside her, my dick already twitching again.
Some things never changed.