The following morning Liz had awoken Matt with a blow job, which surprised him as she wasn't usually a morning person. She then promptly left for work, leaving him lying on the bed with barely a word spoken.
Matt spent the whole day thinking about the events of the night before. He couldn't wait to get home from work and fuck his wife.
God, I hope she hasn't changed her mind.
He thought, hoping that
now she'd had more time to think about things she hadn't changed her mind about going through with some of his fantasies
.
The morning blow job suggested that she hadn't, but you never know
Lucky, they were both on early shifts, and at 2PM he rushed out the door practically running to his car.
He arrived home to find Liz's car already parked on the driveway; this was unusual as he usually got home before her.
She must have left work in a hurry as well,
he thought, his cock starting to harden just from the thought of fucking his sexy wife again as he walked towards the front door.
Christ, I'm so fucking horny,
he opened the front door, hearing soft music coming from the kitchen.
As he entered the kitchen, Matt stopped dead in the doorway, taking in the exquisite sight before him.
Liz was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table wearing only a pair of white hold up stockings which contrasted beautifully with the bronze skin of her long legs. When he took a step towards her, he stopped again when she lifted her right leg onto the chair beside her, revealing her freshly shaved pussy.
After looking at her inviting pose, he began walking towards her, the excitement of finding his wife waiting for him naked, giving him butterflies in his stomach. As he approached, Liz slowly ran her hand down the inside of her thigh and over her swollen pussy lips.
"I've been waiting all day for someone to fuck me," Liz told him bluntly, pulling a finger up through her pussy lips, moistening it with her already flowing juices. Then, to Matts astonishment, she brought her hand up to her open mouth, sucking the juices from her finger.
Matt stood still watching as she mimicked giving a blow job using her fingers.
"It's a good job you got here first. The Gasman's due any minute to service the boiler. I'm so fucking horny I might have let him service me first."
Matt felt his now fully erect cock twitch as she said this. He couldn't believe his ears. He'd convinced himself she'd just gotten carried away with his fantasy in the heat of the moment last night. Yet here she was telling him that she'd been thinking about fucking the Gasman if he'd gotten there before him. Liz had remarked on what a hunk she thought he was the last time he visited the house just after they'd moved in a year ago. Back then, he thought she was just trying to make him jealous. But now he wondered whether she would actually fuck him.
"God, I'd love to see that," Matt said after the initial shock of her words.
"Well if you don't fuck me right now that's precisely what you're going to see," Liz said smiling as she lay back onto the table, positioning herself so her ass was right on the edge. She then lifted her legs, pulling her knees back towards her shoulders.
Matt stared at her smooth pussy and exposed asshole as he quickly began unbuckling his belt. He could already see her pussy juices shining on her open pussy lips.
Fucking hell, she fucking desperate for it.
Matt thought as he pulled down the front of his shorts, releasing his hard cock.
"You look so fucking hot," Matt told her, "I'm going to fuck you hard," Moving forward he positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. He was so desperate to fuck her he didn't even bother lowering his trousers before pushing forward, ramming his rock-hard cock into her very warm and very wet pussy.
"Christ, you're so fucking wet," Matt told her as he began sliding his cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy.
"I know. I've been waiting for a good fucking all day. I can't stop thinking about last night," Liz said, wrapping her legs around Matt's waist, pulling him deeper inside her. "I've been horny all day, thinking about you watching me fuck someone else."
"Are we really going to do it?" Matt asked, taking hold of her hips, thrusting his cock into her warm wet cunt as hard as he could.
"I think so, yeah. We need to talk about it some more, but yes it's definitely something we should try." Liz pushed herself forward, drawing him deeper into her pussy. "But right now, I just need to feel your cock inside me," Matt thrust forward as she continued, "Aahh, God, that feels good. That's it, fuck me hard, make me cum before I explode."
Matt looked down, watching his cock sliding in and out of his wife's wet cunt. He'd always been fascinated by the way her pussy lips wrapped around his shaft, cling to his cock as he fucked her as if trying to trap him inside her. He began building up speed, ramming his cock hard into Liz's pussy, fucking her harder, causing her to moan loudly, sweat starting to drip from his forehead.
Knock, knock.
"Ah shit, that's the fucking door, it must be the Gasman," Matt said as he pulled his cock from Liz's dripping pussy.
"Don't stop now... Oh for fuck's sake," Liz moaned, sinking back onto the table a look of disappointment written all over her face.
"We'll finish once he's gone, if we don't answer the door, he'll leave. The boiler needs servicing, or it might stop working," Matt told her as he began zipping his trousers back up.
"I know the feeling, I need a fucking good servicing as well," Liz said only half-joking. Sitting up, she grabbed her kimono-style dressing gown from the back of the chair where she'd placed it earlier, loosely tying it around her torso with the silk belt across the front.
Matt looked down, the shape of his hard cock was still visible through his trousers.
"Christ, you can see my hard-on! You'll have to have to answer the door; I can't go like this!" Matt began heading down the hallway towards the stairs, leaving Liz standing in the kitchen with her mouth agape.
"What? Are you fucking kidding me? I can't answer the door like this!" she said in a high-pitched voice, gesticulating over her scantily clad body. She was a little surprise that Matt was willing to let her answer the door dressed only in her kimono and hold-ups.
As he approached the bottom of the stairs, Matt turned, a smile spread across his face as he studied her. The silk kimono that he'd given her as a Christmas present the year before looked stunning on her. The hem just about reached the top of her hold-ups as long as she stood still. But, when she began to walk towards him, a small amount of flesh at the top of her thighs between the hold-ups and the hem of the kimono became exposed with each step. Not having a bra on her tits bounced nicely beneath the thin silk material, which did little to hide the shape of her full breasts. Her hard-brown nipples were just visible beneath the white silk, adding to the eroticism of the look. Held together with only the silk tie, the kimono just about concealed her smoothly shaven pussy as she walked towards the door.
"Think of it as the first step of our new adventure," Matt told her as he climbed the stairs looking over his shoulder, "You'll make his day when he sees you dressed like that."
Liz paused at the door looking down the front of her body, shocked by just how little the kimono covered. It had been designed for the bedroom, not everyday wear and most definitely not meant to be worn when opening the door to strangers. Even when tied, it failed to close fully down the entire length of her body, leaving a sizeable V-shaped portion of her torso uncovered. Her cleavage and part of her breasts would be on show as soon as she opened the door! As she stepped forward towards the door, Liz also noticed that the kimono scarcely covered her crotch when she walked, as it only extended to just a few millimetres below her wet pussy. In fact, it was so short if she were to sit down, her ass and pussy would be completely exposed.
Matt paused at the top of the stairs, waiting for Liz to answer the door. He smiled, nodding his head towards the door, prompting her to answer it. His heart racing as he watched her reach out towards the handle. Finally, one of his greatest fantasies was about to come true. Seeing his wife dressed sexily in front of a stranger. He'd often thought of scenarios where he could expose her to other people. Up until yesterday, he wouldn't have had the courage to tell her about his fantasies, let alone dream that she would go along with any of them.
Liz placed her trembling hand on the door handle, with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.
Jesus, I can't believe I about to do this,
she thought as she took a deep breath to steady her nerves then slowly turned the door handle.
Pulling the door open just a few inches, keeping most of her body hidden behind the door, Liz peeked around the door. A wide smile spread across her face as she took in the sight of the tall, muscular, and deeply tanned man standing in front of her.
"Hi, I'm Craig I've come to service your boiler..." His words trailed off as Liz opened the door fully, stepping from behind it smiling up at the handsome stranger that stood on her doorstep. Now that she had seen him, her confidence began to rise, along with the heat in her loins. Pulling her shoulders back, emphasising the shape of her breasts, Liz pointed down the hallway causing the thin material of the kimono to press tightly against her hard nipples, "Come in, the boilers through there in the kitchen." Liz said, stepping back to allow him in.
I wouldn't mind him coming in me. He can give a service anytime he likes!
Liz thought as Craig stepped into the hall, passing close by her, trying not to make it too obvious he was staring at her tits. With tingles of excitement running down her spine, Liz looked up the stairs, seeing Matt half hidden from view watching, obviously enjoying the show.
