Go home

Ignoring the sounds of weeping you leave the apartment and drive home to your townhouse condo. Your wife Laurel calls a hello from the living room. You go in and find her relaxed on the couch with a book. As you enter the room she rises, a green silk gown clinging to her, and greets you with a warm kiss, then steps back, looking archly at you.

"You smell like sex. Did you finally fuck Miss Muffin?" she asks with a sardonic smile.

"No. Her roommate. Twice," you answer smiling. "And Jim Gavin and I spitroasted an intern this morning too. He sends his regards, says he has fond memories of you."

"I'll bet he does, the evil old man. The things you two used to do to me, I shiver to think about," she laughs. "And here I was, all tarted up for you, thinking you'd come home and fuck me silly, while you're off mounting some young piece of stuff. Twice too. Tell me about this roommate darling. Is she as much of a twit as your secretary?"

"No she's quite different. Very open and unabashed about her sexuality."

"And how did you come to fuck her. Did she come by the office."

"I drove Meghan home. She was whining about the rain and her new dress. She invited me in and Elena, that's the roommate, was there. We both wanted each other, and we both got what we wanted."

"And where was Miss Muffin during this?"

"Watching, the first time. After that she ran to her room and cried, while Elena and I fucked again."

"Priceless!" Laurel giggles. "I wish I could have seen it. You're making me horny you wicked man," she writhes against you, unbuttoning your shirt and kissing your chest. "I want you to take me. I want to have you fuck me with the smell of another bitch on you. You know how that makes me." She's panting slightly, still stripping off your shirt, her other hand fumbling with your pants. You pick her up and drop her on the couch, making her squeak with happy surprise. She pulls her gown up, spreading her thighs.

"Oh yes, take me Master. Make me your bitch," she moans, wriggling her sex at you. You grab her hips and turn her over, pulling her ass towards you.

"If you want to be taken like a bitch, you'll take it from behind," you growl, freeing your cock and rubbing it between the cheeks of her ass.

"Yesss, I'm a bad bitch, I'm in heat! Fuck me, Master! Please fuck me hard!" Her voice is urgent, clogged with lust, and she raises her ass to you, looking back over her shoulder. You slap her ass hard and she moans and wiggles, biting her lip.

"I love that! Punish this bad bitch, spank her! Spank her and fuck her!" You roughly thrust your cock into her, filling her with throbbing meat and she gives a great shuddering gasp as you start to pump in and out of her drenched cunt. You grab a handful of her honey blonde hair and pull her head back as you fuck her hard.

"Oh Yes! Oh Fuck Yes! Oh Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fuck Me, I'm Coming! I'm Coming For You! OHHHHHH FUCK!" she screams as she frantically grinds her ass against you, her spasms milking your cock. Holding her hips tight you make a last deep thrust into her tight velvet sheath and start to come, your cock spraying her cunt with your cream. You keep pumping, draining the last drops of spunk into her as she grips a couch cushion and moans in satisfaction.

Eventually, panting and happy, you both sit up, smiling at each other. Laurel strokes your cheek and kisses you tenderly, looking at you with soft, loving eyes.

"You are so good to me John," she murmurs fondly.