a not-so-new outfit

I glanced at my wife from head to toe, trying to find words, a big lump in my throat. An even bigger lump was forming under my folded newspaper. My hardon had yet to completely deflate from my tete-a-tete with the papergirl moments earlier. Now my wife looked confidently at me, hands on hips, definite boner material.

I looked up to her face, her big brown eyes looking knowingly back at me, a cocksure grin on her pretty face. My eyes dropped further to look again at the moth-eaten old tank top she wore.

The white cotton had seen more than it's share of washings, and was clinging tightly to her lithe frame, following every curve of her high-riding cones of titflesh. Her darkening aureoles were partially revealed through the lightly ribbed material. One of a few pea-sized holes in the shirt had exposed one of her nipples. The little nubs poked up like pencil erasers.

My wife's flat belly was exposed between the rippled bottom of the undershirt and the waistband of an old pair of faded blue jeans. Or what had been an old pair of faded blue jeans. She had taken a shears to the legs and hacked them off, leaving enough material to hide a pair of panties. Maybe. All of her always gorgeous legs were on display. Her lightly tanned legs were trim, toned just enough to see the muscles flex when she walked. Or when she shifted her weight from one scruffy sneakered foot to the other, as she did now, taking in my reaction.

Lisa did nothing but smile even wider when she saw the newspaper slip from my tenting robe and fall to the seat cushion. One obstacle defeated, my prick easily managed to push through the terry folds of my bathrobe and stand in salute to my sexy spouse.

Lisa still said nothing, but licked her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue as she stared down at my quivering column of cockmeat.

As I cast my eyes down as well to stare in awed wonder at the sudden recuperative powers of my prick, I heard my wife talking nonchalantly about curtains as her voice trailed off.

I looked back towards her, and saw her standing on the edge of the picture window's wide sill, looking back at me over her shoulder as she talked. When she saw she had regained my attention, she repeated herself.

"Steve, I said I knew you were concerned about not having curtains on the windows, so I thought we'd tackle that first," Lisa repeated for my benefit.

She had my undivided attention now. Her lithe body was arched as she stood in the middle of the picture window, her hands on the empty curtain rod above her. The petite missus was on her sneakered toes, stretched, her legs set wide for balance. I could see those bare upper thighs' muscles were tensed, not to mention those in her ass. Her ass. That wonderful, delectable ass is all but bare in those tiny excuse for cutoffs. I wonder how all that loose fringe that tickled at the skin of her asscheeks would feel against my cockshaft if I took her, still in those ridiculous, thong-like shorts.

"I'm glad to see I can still inspire you, Stevie," my wife smiled as she saw me get off the couch, my robe open, and my stiff, leaking cock pointing towards her.

"Get down from there, woman, before you hurt yourself!" I growled, more from lust than anything else. I offered her a hand to step down, but as she touched ground, I gently but firmly pushed her forward, leaning her onto the wide, curved window sill and arching out her ass once more.

Lisa looked over her shoulder, whispering,"Oh, Steve, yes! Take me right here! This morning was so great, the first time we came together! Please, let's see if we can do it again!"

I was more than happy to oblige. I managed to pull the soaking wet crotchband of her frayed cutoffs aside and slipped my cock into the split peach of her needy cunt.

I never felt the wife so wet as she was right now. I continued to slowly push inside her, feeling her warmth all around me. As I heard her contentedly sigh, I began to hammer her with short, swift jabs. The frayed fringe indeed tickled my cockshaft's delicate skin.

Lisa collapsed forward, her hands pressed against the window's glass. I started using longer, deeper strokes, reaching around her waist with my left hand to find her engorged clitty amid the frayed remnants of her crotchband.

"Oh, fu--ck!" Lisa moaned, collapsing further, her face pressed against the glass pane, as she came on my twisting fingers and penetrating cock. Her clenching cooze **** the cream from my dick. I felt like I was losing pints inside her needy gash.

I pulled my wife back off the window sill and turned her face to mine as I leaned over her shoulder and tonguefucked her forcefully as we still stood united.

As I continued to hug her close, she sighed to me, "That was incredible, Steve! I expected to turn you on so you would be satiated enough to work the rest of the day with me, but, wow! What's different than before? Was it watching me with another woman last night?"

I stumbled a bit, not knowing what would be the acceptable answer. I looked out the window, hoping to find one. I don't, but I saw a temporary respite. "Look, honey! It looks like we have company!" I said, motioning to the couple coming up the walk.