Bridget in the mood

I stand in the bedroom doorway, paralyzed by the sight of Bridget as she poses at the foot of the bed. Everything about her is stunning--the way her light brown hair artfully frames her face and curls around her shoulders, the tastefully light blush on her cheeks, her dark red lipstick, her womanly collarbones and tanned stomach with its cute little paunch, her wide hips and thighs. I'm honored at the amount of effort she's clearly put into making herself up, just for me. The only clothing she wears is some downright obscene lingerie--a shelf bra that leaves her dark purple nipples entirely exposed and a pair of see-through mesh panties that reveal the tuft of black pubic hair underneath, as well as a hint of her pussy slit.

"How do I look?" she purrs. I'm unable to answer. She laughs. "You'd better start stripping. You can hardly fuck me with all those clothes on."

Fingers feeling tingly and numb, I reach for the zipper on my pants and push them down. My boxers follow, and my cock springs into view, growing quickly. Bridget strides over and wraps it in one hand, weighing it, massaging it, showing it to her husband.

"What do you think?" she asks. "We got the right size?"

"Yeah," Mark says. "Excuse me." He disappears from the doorway, then reappears a few moments later, just as I'm doffing my last piece of clothing--an undershirt. "Here." He hands me a condom packet. "Put that on before you fuck my wife."

The condom slips on easily over my erect penis. I'm grateful to have it. Besides the protection from disease and pregnancy, it should also hopefully dull my teenage ardor--enough that I can truly satisfy this MILF goddess before me.

"Well, you're certainly hot to trot," Bridget observes. She reaches behind her back and unclasps the shelf bra, then rolls her panties down her legs, giving me my first clear glimpse of a real-life pussy. It's spectacular. Her folds peek out slightly from her slit.

She lays down on her back on the bed and stretches her legs apart, revealing the pinkness of her pussy beyond the folds. "What are you waiting for?" she asks when I hesitate. "An invitation?" Her words are enough to spur me forward. I push my cock past her folds, squeezing myself into her passage. The silky interior surrounding my glans embraces it like a lover.

"Oh," Bridget moans, closing her eyes. "That hits the spot! Now pound me!"

I obey her, gripping her hips tightly with my hands, and thrusting in and out. Bridget gasps and squirms at the sensation.

"You know," says Mark conversationally, standing just behind me, "you want to kick her into higher gear, you should pinch her nipples, hard. She'll go mad for it."

"Thanks, babe," Bridget grunts in mock disgust. "Give away all the techniques, why don't you?" Nevertheless, she acquiesces, pushing her hands beneath her tits, lifting them up for me to play with. Pinching and twisting those luscious nipples does indeed seem to push her closer to the edge.

A few blissful minutes pass, Bridget and me soaring ever closer to our final release. "I know you're almost there," she gasps. "As...am I. You can come in my pussy if you want...no problem. But maybe...you'd like...an alternative..."