It was well after midnight when the couple arrived home. They had taken the opportunity of a gift voucher from his employer to visit one of the best restaurants in the area, over a hour's drive away. The restaurant had just renewed its Michelin star, so they had slowly worked their way through the many courses and other delicious dishes, each with it's matching wine. They were pleasantly full and had enjoyed having some time alone after a trying year.
They parked and entered the house through the connecting door from the garage. She put her coat in the closet and was about to do the same with her heels when he stopped her, "No, keep your heels on." That instruction confirmed the idea that had come into her head earlier when she found he had laid out a sexy outfit for her to wear. This was not going to be a normal night of marital love-making.
He took her hand and led her upstairs. She was happy for his support in her heels on the thick carpet. They could hear the sound of their son on his computer. She stuck her head round his door to tell him they were home, getting his usual non-committal acknowledgement.
Entering the master bedroom, she found her handsome husband without his jacket, tie or shoes, waiting for her by her dressing table. He held out his hand for her to join him.
He kissed her, a quick peck on the lips, and turned to position her in front of their full-length mirror. "I enjoyed this evening. You were the sexiest woman in the room." She was pleased with the compliment, though very much aware that the younger women present might have had something to say about that.
He pulled her long hair to one side and kissed the side of her neck, making a shiver run down her spine. Then he reached around her waist and moved his hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing gently. She tilted her head back onto his shoulder, looking at the lovers in the mirror. She was glad they had made the effort to get dressed up for the evening.
"I've been thinking about fucking you all evening," he whispered in her ear. Her body reacted instinctively. She always enjoyed their regular love making but tonight he was going to fuck her. She wondered what he had in mind, starting to get wet.
He unzipped her little black dress, eased it off her shoulders and slid it down to pool around her feet. That left her in her lacy black bra, matching thong and hold-up stockings. It wasn't her most comfortable underwear but he had picked it out for her and it made her feel sexy.
His hands returned to her breasts, squeezing harder now. He slipped his left hand into the right bra cup, mauling her soft flesh and making the nipple grow hard. He lifted the breast out of the bra cup, pushing the lace down, which left the flimsy fabric chafing against her sensitive skin. He lifted the other bra strap off her shoulder and slipped it down her arm, letting her left breast flop out. She watched in the mirror as the image of a proper housewife and mother began to appear that of a slutty wench. He mauled that breast too, lifting it by the hard nipple before letting it fall back into place. She groaned, as much from pleasure as from the pain he inflicted on her.
His hands slipped down to hold her waist, pulling her back against the erection in his pants. She leant forward and wiggled her bottom against him in encouragement.
He stepped back and she heard him unzip and his trousers falling to the floor. The next sensation was the warmth of his erection pressing against the narrow strip of fabric covering her ass and pussy. She bent further and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong, pulling it down to the top of her thighs. He pushed his hard cock down the crevice of her ass and slid it between her labia. He found her wet and ready.
Her juices coated the upper side of his cock but the underside was dry so it took two or three strokes for him to penetrate her completely. She had always enjoyed a little discomfort in the bedroom. She leant forward and placed her hands on either side of the mirror, looking at the wanton woman with her tits hanging out.
He built up a steady rhythm, holding her hips as he pistoned in and out. They both knew that she could cum from that sooner or later but he was in no hurry. He pulled out and rubbed his cock head up and down, from clit to anus and back, coating everything with her copious juices. Slipping his cock back inside her, he used a thumb to massage the juices into her exposed rosebud, easing the tip of his thumb into her ass. She groaned at the additional penetration, one of their dirty little secrets, not something they did every day. He pushed deeper, stretching her slowly, moving his cock slowly inside her at the same time. She pushed back towards him, arching her back, urging him on.
She heard him pick something up off the dressing table with his other hand, wondering what he was doing. A cap clicked, followed by the sensation of a liquid dripping down the crack of her ass. He replaced the bottle and picked up something else.
