Weaknesses and Strengths

Christine was laid on her bed, with her shapely legs wide opened over the white, satin sheet, sinking rhythmically her fingers on her moist cunt. Despite the pleasant feelings that were going through her incredible mature, incredibly busty body, the Asian MILF wasn´t satisfied at all...as usually she had felt during years of unsatisfied sex with her loving husband.

In fact, her strange but wonderful vitality on the former days seemed vanished. Her flesh, plenty, brimming of the energy that had filling every cell of her while she was making love with her husband was now exhausted and sad and blue.-"What is happening me....!".-Christine wondered, leaving the bed, leading her way to the bath..."I miss you, George....".-She thought depressed, despite her marriage was a disaster, fearing that the former, gorgeous, marvelous days of unleashed sex was a delusion...or the prelude of something worse for her anodyne life.

"Shit....".-Christine muttered under the hot water of the shower , sliding her hands along her massive body, feeling that the lack of firmness was returning to her body.-"Just an illusion....".-She sobbed sadly.
Suddenly, unaware, her thoughts returned to the day she met George. A smile appeared on her lips and the sadness disappeared, as washed by the water that was slid down along her voluptuous physique. But the energy and vitality that had invaded her body during the last days didn´t returned.

Hours later, close to midnight, Christine startled as she heard as the main door was opened.-"Has George returned?".-She thought, worried about that. It is supposed that her husband would return the next afternoon, not that night.

Dressed only with a satin, sheer nightgown, Christine took the baseball bat that they keep under their bed..."Just in case....".-George had told her, despite they lived on a residential, peaceful neighborhood.
Gingerly , while her almond shaped eyes were accustomed to the darkness, the mature Asian bombshell made her way out of the bedroom...just to find her husband in the middle of the corridor.

"GEORGE!!!! What are you doing here?".-She asked, still scared but happy about her husband was there.
"I...I live here...".-The man stuttered.

Though there was a grim of concern on his eyes, they opened wide at the view, even on the gloom of the corridor, the "small" frame of her mature, voluptuous, awesome, barely dressed wife holding a baseball bat on her hands.

Turning on the light of the bedroom, Christine ´s almond shaped eyes roamed over George´s body. He was taller than her (6' 9'')...and much younger, just on his lately thirties. Somehow, the age difference had never been a trouble for them during the most of her marriage...but the last two years.-"You looks tired...".-She told him, approaching to him, but she realized he was worried about something. She knew such a look on his eyes.

"The...the flight was canceled...a...malfunctioning engine that engineers could repair.".-George replied, staring, mesmeric, the alluring bounce of her titanic breasts under her sheer attire.

"You are lying me!!! Why!!!".-Christine though. But never mind in that moment. And strange, almost forgotten rejoice was hitting her soul at the view of her husband.

Somehow, leaving the bat on the ground, the Asian bombshell hugged him warmly, flattening her flaccid, huge breasts against George´s chest.-"Damned!!! I love him despite of all!!!".-Christine thought, smiling, placing her head on George´s shoulder.

A sudden moan of arousal left George´s mouth as his cock grew and grew in a hard erection under his pants.-"I am so stupid!!!! You deserve someone better than me....!!".-George thought in anguish. Somehow, his body had succumbed to the same unleashed arousal that was scorching his wife.

Kissing her warmly, he took her, with great effort, on his arms, leading her back to the room. Though he realized that she looked different than the last nights, he didn´t care. He loved her, and, cursing himself about the way he had destroyed his marriage with such a wonderful woman, George placed her on the bed.

"Wait....".-Christine muttered as George was beginning to remove his pants. Kneeling on the bed, with a look of lust on her almond shaped eyes, Christine removed the pants of her lover, sliding it down along his legs with insane, madden slowness.

A heave of pure arousal left her lips at the view of George´s massive cock, throbbing wild under his briefs. Paralyzed, stunned...and heaving out of control, George felt Christine´s huge orbs of flesh sliding up along his chest...in seconds, his shirt had disappeared, unbuttoned fast by her fingers.

"Chris.....".-George moaned, placing finally his huge hands on Christine´s waist, sliding the up along her sides...dragging her nightgown with them. He looked at her eyes just to see that she was feeling the same than him...an overwhelming, unbearable, indescribable arousal and bliss.

"George...".-Christine muttered with erotic pleasure, hugging him around his neck, leading his face right between her titanic boobs. A sudden, pleasant wave of vitality hit Christine's body again. One more time, she felt exultant...young...powerful.-"I...I need you....".-Christine sobbed in happiness, feeling as George´s hands were cupping her growing in firmness buttocks, leading her waist right over his own.

A long moaning of pure bliss resounded on the room as George´s cock made his way into the moist, aroused cunt of his wife.-"OH MY.....!!!!".-He screeched in delight, hornier and hornier, feeling as Christine´s flesh shivered in primal pleasure with every onslaught from his huge manhood.....hearing her heaves, moans and screeches of erotic bliss as her ride her as a wild stallion....seeing her almonds shaped eyes, fluttering in indescribable arousal as his huge hands kneaded her titanic breasts, unaware of their incredibly firmness.

In less than one minute, George had exploded into an wild orgasm, followed, seconds later, by Christine´s one. Somehow, his cock remained hard as steel, large and thick as a can of cola, trapped in a incredibly painfully but pleasant erection.

Heaving in bliss, covered in sweat, George kept ramming Christine´s crotch, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, cumming into her, licking and sucking her orbs of flesh eagerly, mesmeric and allured by the erotic moans that came from Christine´s mouth...seduced and turned on by the shivering, twists and twitched from her massive, busty, nude body.

But finally, hours later...a dozen of orgasms later, George fell exhausted over the incredibly huge, firm, globular breasts of her wife.-"I am dreaming.....".-He thought with a smile of pure pleasant on his lips.
Gently, Christine rolled on her side, dragging George with her.-"You are amazing, honey.....".-She told with a smile of pure satisfaction on her lips.-"...but now it is my turn to ride you...".-She whispered him with erotic bliss.

George´s blurred eyes opened wide at the view of her nude, mature wife. In fact, even into the gloom that covered the room, Christine looked younger...much, much younger...her titanic breasts looked...well...they were firm and rounded as he had never seen them!!!

"Relax...and enjoy!!!!".-Christine told him, leading his hands right over her amazing boobs...rubbing her moist crotch against George´s manhood till his exhausted cock became erected again a few seconds later.

"What....".-George tried to protest, realizing that there was something wrong with her wife. But he realized that it was useless struggling against her. Pinning against her Asian voluptuousness her wife was and the mattress, George felt the strange, incredibly strength of her...and her tireless lust.

Stunned, George felt as Christine began to ride him wild, keeping his hands on her cyclopean bewbs...feeling her huge nipples hard as diamonds...large as thumbs.-"This is weird!!!".-George though scared about her wife, whose almond shaped eyes were fluttering in bliss. Somehow, as his cock exploded in a new orgasm, and led wild and inexorably into another one, George finally relaxed....and enjoyed.