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You drive home to your townhouse through the rain slick streets. You find your wife in the bedroom sitting before a mirror in her panties fixing her makeup. She flashes you a smile of welcome and continues her careful work.

"Didn't expect you home love," she says. "I thought by now you'd be cock deep in sorority girls."

"I came home to shower and change. I thought it would improve my chances."

"Mmmmmmm, maybe I should fuck you and you can go to the party smelling of my pussy. That should get the little bitches rolling on their backs with their paws in the air."

"Maybe I should bring you, so they can meet something to aspire to." You stand behind her and watch her in the mirror as you stroke her back.

"You say the sweetest things, love. Mmmmmm, keep fondling me like that and I won't be responsible for my actions."

"Then you'd have to put your make up on all over again."

"I'm warning you, Mr. Chandler."

"You'll be late for your dinner with Susan and Rose."

"Nikita's coming too. Ohhhhhh, stop that you bad man," she purrs as you cup her breasts, rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger. "I'm warning you. I'll fuck you within an inch of your life and you won't have enough left for your little virgin sorority sister."

"Big talk," you reply, nuzzling her neck. She drops her mascara brush and spins to face you, her arms wrapping around your neck, her mouth devouring yours. Your hands fondle her, caressing her silken flesh, drinking her soft moans, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. Her practiced hands unbutton your shirt and undo your pants; her mouth pressing against your nipples, softly caressing them as you roll her panties down her thighs.

"So hard," she murmurs happily, grasping your cock. "Is this for me, or were you just thinking of the new little bitch? Mmmmmm, doesn't matter. It's mine now, she can work for hers later." She wraps you in her thighs, pulling you into her, gasping as your cock fills her, her hips rocking and writhing as the two of you start to move in the familiar, exciting rhythm you both love.

"Oh God, I see what she likes," Laurel moans as she sinks her nails into your ass, pulling you deeper. "But can she do this?" she asks, squeezing her cunt muscles to grasp your cock in a velvet vice.

"I should take you to the party," you groan. "You could put on a demonstration." She giggles throatily, fucking you harder.

"I wouldn't want to embarrass the poor little bitches," she gasps. "Besides, they wouldn't listen to anything an old woman like me had to say. Ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssss! Right there! Right There! Yesssssss! Yessss! YES! YESSSSSSSS!"

Her body wraps around yours as she comes, writhing in her spasm as she clutches at you, her convulsions triggering your own, your balls swelling, your cock pulsing as you explode inside her grasping cunt, both of you straining in your urgent need.

Sated, the two of you lay in each other's arms, nibbling happily at each other.

"I'll need another shower you horny beast," she murmurs. "But I wouldn't have want to send you off half fucked to a room full of sorority bitches."

"Jealous love?"

"Not in the least. I can outfuck any of them, any day of the week." She gives you a playful bite. "Now let me up, and let's have a shower together."