My wife, Trina, could be a porn star. Her proclivity for nasty sex and knowledge of what men desire has led to many years of rewarding encounters between us. She may have grown a little thick around the middle but her pronounced breasts and voluptuous figure on a somewhat petite frame more than compensate for any age related flaws, and still drew stares from men of all ages. Her desire, when she's in the proper mood, is unsurpassed by pros or amateurs alike. She can make love or fuck like a banshee, give mind blowing, cock draining head, and is a willing participant in our sensually charged adventures. If it feels good and takes us to new heights, why not, is our opinion. We've done a lot and covered many bases, but my wife still surprises me with the depth of her dedication to unsurpassed sexual satisfaction.
I walked into the house flummoxed after a hard day at work. A quick look around indicated Trina wasn't in the front of our house.
Walking down the dark hallway I called her name pausing at our bedroom door. "Trina?"
"Trina's not here," I heard a sultry voice say.
Entering the room, a blonde wearing a yellow pullover sweater, a calf length billowy skirt, and white pumps swung her legs off the bed and stood to meet me.
Her blonde mane was pulled up and held in place by a tortoise hair clip while wispy strands of her hair hung on her neck.
"I'm Pixie. Pixie Adams. I've been waiting all afternoon for you and I'm SO horny." Moving in front of me she placed her hands against my chest. "I've been playing with myself all afternoon keeping my pussy wet and on the verge of cumming." Sliding her arms around my neck and kissing me lightly she whispered, "I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck Pixie Adams like the slut she is. You need to make me cum."
"Ummm, what about..."
"It's ok with Trina. In fact, she filled me in on some of the things you like. You're a naughty boy!"
Noting her black mascara laden lashes, dark eye shadow, and ruby red lips I kissed her deeply. Our tongues lightly battled each other, with the promise of passion to come.
Pixie's tits pressed against my abdomen their prominence spurring a response in my crotch.
"Mmmm." Moving my lips to her neck I lightly kissed her where the sexy wisps of hair hung. "Tell me what you want Pixie," I whispered in her ear, inhaling her fragrance deeply.
"Everything," she responded. "Fuck me everywhere. I'm yours to do whatever you want."
Running my hands down her back I lightly rubbed her ass before moving my hands to cup her breasts. They were soft and heavy in my palms.
We kissed again deeply and with great passion.
"I want you to undress me. I think you'll like what I'm wearing for you."
Sliding my hands down her body I lifted the hem to her billowy skirt and reached beneath it.
Discovering lace top stockings and garters I dropped the hem and moved my hands back up her body.
"I like women in garter belts," I whispered.
"I know," she smiled before lightly rubbing the bulge in my pants. "I'm looking forward to what you've got down here."
I unbuckled and dropped her thick black accent belt from her waist and pulled her V-neck sweater up and over her head revealing her bra clad breasts. Her big tits were pushed together and overflowing the half-cup, white lace, brassiere. Her nipples were pink and large and protruding above the confines of the lace cups.
My mouth moved to her right nipple my tongue lashing her hardened nub. My hands cupped, fondled, and played with her sexily exposed rack, my finger tips tweaking her other nip. Moving my mouth hungrily from one to the other tit I flicked the hardened expression of her desire before returning to her mouth for more wanton kissing.
Sliding my hand down and over her round ass I slipped my hand beneath her skirt and pulled it up as I reached for Pixie's pussy.
Expecting to find a soaked sheath of thin material covering her paduggan I was surprised and pleased to find her wet cunt exposed through a pair of crotchless panties. She wasn't kidding about her sopping wet pussy.
"Trina told you everything didn't she?"
Stepping back Pixie smiled wickedly, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was an angelic dream adorned in white lace lingerie. Her ample breasts were held partially by the half-cup lace shelf bra, the matching lace crotchless panties were worn outside the lace garter belt, the lace top stockings held in place by satin garters.
"Drop your pants and fuck me!"
Without hesitation my pants hit the floor along with my briefs. Embracing her my fingers reached for the clasps of her bra.
"Not yet," she whispered. "Leave it on for now. Fuck me in my lingerie. It makes me feel sexy."
"Ummm. That you are Pixie."
