Fucking, with some verbal encouragement

You look down at Michelle, her lips hungrily working your cock, and decide what you need is a bit of variety from her now frequent blowjobs. Pulling back, you reach your hand down. Clearly realising that she isn't making progress how she has been going, she takes you hand and stands up. Her face is a mask of disappointment and worry, but even as she begins to say something, you lean in for an eager kiss. Your hands roam her slender form, coming to rest on her tight ass.

Breaking for air, you push her gently backwards, leading her to the dinner table. You kiss again, her lips hot against yours, hands urgently caressing your cock. Turning her, you bend her over the table. This isn't a position you've tried on the dinner table before and you're feeling harder as you quickly part her legs. Guiding yourself in, you feel the wetness dripping down her thighs and you don't hesitate in pushing deeply into your wife's depths. She lets out a moan and slumps onto the table, her red hair splayed out across it.

You pump quickly, building a rhythm as you use her hot hole to pleasure yourself. You grip her hips, pushing them down to the table and keeping them pinned while you work. Michelle's been moaning since you slipped inside, but now she begins to talk to you too.

"That's it, fuck me. Fill me with your big, hard cock. I need your cum, I'll do anything for it. Make me cum all over your cock before you feed me your spunk. Give your little slut her reward baby."