Being in love with a married women is so rewarding. Wet dreams about Adele Howells is one of the rewarding pleasures left in life. When this fantasy became true, a warm and satisfying glow engulfed my body. Her husband Tony was not aware, that is sexy wife was texting me, as we chatted at the same table, in the local cafe.
I hope by describing Adele to you, that you will also feel the urge to fondle your private parts and that includes any female readers if they wish. Adele Howells was forty seven years of age. A year younger than me. Tall, slim, with short, jet, black hair. A long, thin nose, with thin, red lipstick lips, smiling on her pretty face. Adele had lovely firm breasts. Not too large, but big enough to have a lovely fondle and squeeze. Adele had a tight, cute ass, which begged to be fondled and mounted.
Her husband Tony had provided her with a large house. They were not short of money and this was evident, as Adele always wore expensive clothes. She never failed to turn me on, with her kinky laugh and the kinkiest, cutest smile I had ever seen. I knew that I wanted Adele to be my posh tart. Her pretty daughter Francesca was eighteen years old and turning into a pretty sex machine, like her mother. As I chatted to Tony, my cock stiffened up at the thought of a kinky affair with his pretty wife. It would not be easy to keep our affair secret, but I was so in love with Adele, nothing was going to stop me.
It was a cold Saturday morning in December. I waited for a reply to my text from Adele. My eyes were undressing Hayley, who was serving behind the counter. Her sexy, blue apron was making me feel very hard. Tony was chatting to me about work. Under my breath I was saying, that he was a boring twat and that all I was interested about, was having kinky sex with his wife and daughter. Hayley was in her early twenties, with long, blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Her eyes met mine and she coaxed me into a room, behind the counter.
Holding Hayley as tight as I could, then lifting her off the ground, we snogged for about five minutes. My hands rubbed against Hayley's blue apron, fondling her lovely, round breasts. Hayleys tongue was now in my mouth. She then lifted up her black skirt. My hands stroking her black tights, pulling them down a little. Hayley Davies was wearing a black, satin thong, which I licked slowly. Hayley moaned with pleasure.
"You are a dirty slag Hayley, " I mumbled, as I ran my tongue over Hayley's moist thong.