I Move Some Boxes

I called Jane the next day from my car phone as I headed home from the office. I told her that I would stop by and help her with the boxes on the way home. I pulled into her drive about 4:30 in the afternoon. I always get to work early so I can take off at 4:00. She answered the door and said, "You look nice in a suit, come on in."

I answered, "Thanks, you look good too." She did look good; she was wearing a short skirt that showed off her well shaped legs, and a tight red short-sleeved top that made her already big tits look even bigger. Her nipples seemed to be perpetually hard as they stuck out long and stiff through the thin fabric of the top.

"Where are the boxes and I'll get started," I said.

"Down in the basement," she answered, "I'll show you where."

I followed her down the stairs and picked up the first of the five or six boxes that she pointed to. I turned around to follow her up the stairs, and found myself staring right up her short skirt. The best thing was that she was not wearing any panties, and I could see her nice twat all ready to be fucked. Obviously Jane must have the same thing on her mind as she must know that she was giving me a good show.

We repeated this little trip up the stairs five more times, by the last trip I could see that her pussy was getting wet, and her pubic hair was wet and glistening with her lubrication. She was ready for me to fuck her, I continued to play it cool, I knew the feeling of control is what married women like, and I like to give them the illusion that they are in control of the situation. Still, I had quite an erection going by the time we made the last trip, and I knew she must see the...

I stood up as I dropped that last box in the den where she wanted it. I caught her checking out my ass as I bent over to put the box on the floor. "Can I get you a cold drink?" she asked in a seductive voice as she starred at my cock tenting out the front of my pants.

"Sure" I answered.

She moved over to the fridge, "Is a diet cock, I mean coke good?"

"Sounds great I answered," as I laughed to myself at her little mental slip. I knew where her mind was at. She got a glass out of the cupboard and put some ice in it. She moved over to the counter and popped the top on the coke can. She apparently decided to make her intentions clear as she started to pour the coke. She stuck her ass out, revealing her naked cunt to me, and started to sway her hips back and forth as she poured. I moved up behind her and rubbed my crotch against her bare ass.

"Oh God, I am so ready," She moaned.

I continued to rub my cock against her as my hands roamed up to cup her big tits. I found her nipples and gave them a good pinch through the thin fabric of the top. I could feel her nipples swell and stiffen to full erection as I worked them. "Please fuck me," she moaned as I stimulated her nipples.

I unzipped my pants and my cock sprung out from its confinement. Lining my hard cock head up against her cunt I thrust my cock deeply into her cunt. She braced herself against the counter and thrust her cunt back against my cock, her fuck hold gripping my thick hard cock as I fucked her. My hands slipped up under her top, and I popped her bra off of her tits. Each of my hands grabbed a tit and I pulled myself deeper into her cunt. She was moaning in pleasure as I continued to fuck her hard and fast.

She climaxed quickly, married women always know how to cum, and I could feel her nipples stiffen more, and her cunt grew wetter as she shoved her cunt back on my impaling cock. "Oh God I'm cumming," she screamed as I continued to plunge my cock into her while she peaked.

I fucked her for another minute or so and then I began to ejaculate in her pussy. I drove deep and gripped her big tits as I blew my nuts off inside her. She felt great, she knew just how to move against me as I climaxed, and I enjoyed every second of her warm, tight cunt.

She collapsed to the floor, my cum dripping from her cunt, and said, "That was the best fuck I can ever remember, thanks!"

"You were great," I said as I sucked down the diet Coke that she had been pouring. Zipping up I told her thanks, and said I would talk to her later. I find that married women usually have a guilt trip after they get fucked, and I didn't want to hang around for that.