I have a great life. I really do. I have a gorgeous wife. She has a beautiful body with big firm tits, an hourglass waist, and hips made for having kids. Her butt wiggles from side to side when she walks inviting admiring stares from men and women alike. I kid her a bit by saying that she's trying to cause traffic accidents. Her legs are long and strong like a dancer's. She likes to wear extra short skirts to show off her gams. She only wears a bra on formal occasions. Grocery shopping or taking the kids to school are not her idea of formal. Any button that doesn't have to be fastened isn't. Normally only one or two are hooked.
Her best features are above her shoulders. Her face is flawless, not the slightest blemish anywhere. I have never seen her without a smile. It's stuck there. High cheek bones accentuate her smile. Her eyes are deep pools of blue; a man could swim in them. Blonde hair falling straight to the middle of her back completes this goddess.
As I mentioned, she is a very informal person. The last time I saw her wearing panties was at our wedding. She's a stay-at-home mom, so she doesn't have to worry about a work environment with a dress code. Before the kids were born, she often sat around the house nude. She still does when they are at school. I built a high solid fence around the back yard so she could sunbathe naked.
My job is rather formal by comparison. I'm a middle manager in the food service industry, so I have to wear a suit and tie. When I get some from work, my attire changes immediately. I hate the suit, but I don't hate the money I make, so I wear it.
I remember my first date with Tammy. I was in the operations department of the food chain, and she was in the training division. Since I frequently sent new assistant managers to her for training, we had to interact a lot. I was intrigued by her at out first meeting, but I figured we would only have a workplace relationship. A lot of other guys in the office said she was pretty hot, but I had a work ethic stuck in my head even though I really wanted to know her better. I finally got up the courage to ask her out on the pretext of wanting to discuss a new hire's progress.
I chose a family style restaurant rather some place more romantic so it wouldn't seem like a date. We got the business out of the way over the salad and settled into flirting. Her blouse was open to the middle of her breasts exposing a lot of cleavage. She caught me staring several times. Being a tease, after the third time she lifted my head up with her hand and opened another button uncovering more of her massive melons. She was braless, which made me wonder how her students, especially the men, managed to follow their lesson plans. "Do you always undress women with your eyes?" she asked.
I started to blush, but then I caught the subtle hint. "Only for openers," I said.
She smiled, undid another button, and pushed the sides of her blouse further apart. "I try to teach my students to be goal-oriented," she said in a sultry voice. "Tell me about your goals."
"My immediate short-term goal," I said softly while looking directly into her eyes, "is to get into your panties."
"I guess I'd better stop someplace on my way home and buy some," she whispered.
I don't know which of us was hotter when she said that. Our eyes closed, and our mouths opened and approached each other when the waitress interrupted with, "Okay, who gets the pot roast?"
My eyes locked on hers while we ate. I couldn't believe my good fortune. Yes, the other district managers had said she was a hot number, but I had shrugged off the remarks as male bravado. No one admitted scoring with her. All of them were married, so I didn't expect anyone to say anything even if he had. Her left hand was in her lap most of the time, but I didn't pay much attention until I had eaten my last bite and looked down to get my napkin off my lap. It was then I saw she had hiked her skirt up enough for me to see her hairless pussy. My dick involuntarily pressed against my pants.
Tammy released her hemline when the waitress returned to remove our plates, but her eyes never left mine. "Well," said the waitress, "I know what you guys are having for dessert."
The drive to her apartment seemed like an eternity, not that I cared. The moment I pulled out into traffic, she fished my dick out of my fly. The release of my pole from the confines of my pants was a relief. My pecker immediately became her dessert. I had heard of blowjobs on the freeway, but never in city traffic. Luckily it was dark. Her suction on my member was incredible. I thought she would pull my nuts through my cock into her mouth. A cop passed us on our left. I was certain I'd be pulled over for erratic driving. My nervousness went into overdrive when I saw the squad car stop at a red light ahead of me. I slowed down hoping for a green light. My luck was not to be. With Tammy's head bouncing up and down in my lap, I stopped beside the officer. I could not restrain myself any longer. My nuts tightened and I blew my load down her throat. Tammy swallowed every drop I gave her. Out of the corner on my eye, I saw the policewoman smile as she sped away. A blaring horn brought me back to reality.
The rest of the drive to her apartment was fairly routine if you call having your wilting dick sticking out of you pants routine. Her left hand stroked my meat while her right one held her skirt up so I could see her puffy pubes. Her devilish smile told me I was in store for a very memorable night. I began to stiffen up again. When I parked the car, she dropped her dress and tucked my cock back into my pants. I had become so hard it had to be put in pointing upward. She even zipped up my fly. I got my first look at her swaying ass as she led me into her apartment building. I was mesmerized. Silently I prayed she would let me spend the night. Whether I was motivated by lust or love, I can't say. I only knew I didn't want to leave her.
The moment the door closed she pinned me against the door and crushed her mouth to mine. My hands immediately went to her bottom and started lifting her short skirt up so I could get ahold of her butt. She was panting as she struggled to open my fly and extract my pecker. The moment my pointer was free she spun around, bent over, and impaled herself on it. Her pussy was dripping wet and hot as it engulfed my manhood. "I'm sorry," she whispered deeply, "but I can't wait any longer." She began thrusting back against me knocking me against the door. If I hadn't had my meat in her cunt, I would have thought someone was pounding on the door. Her vaginal muscles tightened around me as she climaxed. She didn't stop or even slow down as she rocked her hips to get herself off again. After two more climaxes, she pulled off me and grabbed my hand to drag me to the bedroom.