It started off as a normal Saturday night. Sarah had gone out with her friends for dinner and drinks while I settled into a tall glass of bourbon and the late night TV. At around 10 o'clock, I received a text saying Sarah would be out for a while longer which was fine with me; she hadn't been out much in the past year because of the new baby. I decided to enjoy myself a little and poured another glass of bourbon before I fired up the laptop. I had recently been into the "Fuck My Wife" and "Wife Fucking Strangers" videos, so I pulled up my search engine and typed in "Wife Fucking Older Guy". The websites were always showing the most recent videos, so I instantly come across the 10 new videos since my last visit which included a young 20 year old being hammered by a 40 year old man. Watching this guy fuck the young girl really got me going. He took her from behind and pulled her arms back so the viewer could see her nice tits shaking up and down. The slut's moans were excitingly authentic as the stranger reached around and squeezed her breasts, bringing her to climax. Just as I was about to finish, the front door opened and I hurriedly closed all of my tabs and yank up my shorts.
"What are you doing?" Sarah asks, setting her purse on the kitchen counter.
"I was just looking up the Yankees score," I said, my face flushing beet red.
She then proceeded to give me the standard run down of her friends and what they were getting up to, as well as how she got hit on at the Cheesecake Factory while getting drinks. Sarah was certainly the hottest of her friends. At 34, she had a nice, tight body that she exercised on a regular basis. She did a lot of cross-fit style workouts which included squats, lots of squats. She was also a runner and had a pair of perky 34 C tits which had slightly grown ever since we had our son a year and a half ago. At about 5'4", she was perfect height for her athletic figure and shapely ass.
After her story and a bit of small talk, she gave me a heated kiss and pulled on my hands to lead me upstairs to our bedroom. We had a pretty standard session starting with me going down on her shaved pussy, rubbing my hands over her flat tummy, and then kissing my way up to her firm tits as I slide as deep as I can into her core. After a while with me going hard on top, we flipped over and she started to move like a sewing machine on my rock hard cock, grabbing my hands and pulling them from her tits down to her rounded ass. I gave her a good smack on the left cheek just as I released inside her. She then rolled off of me and we both passed out not too long afterwards.
Another couple of weeks went by with more of the same me checking out porn sites for "Wives Fucking Strangers" and my wife's and I's usual sex routine. Sarah continued to meet up with her friends and I thought nothing of it until Saturday night.
She walked through the door at around one in the morning. I had passed out on the couch while watching re-runs of "The Office" and suddenly woke up to lips wrapped around my cock. I slowly became more aware of what was happening and ask if she wanted to go up to the bedroom.
"No. Stand up," Sarah demanded, pulling away to look up at me.
"Okay..." I respond, silently questioning what she had in mind. She then proceeded to lay on the couch, putting her legs over the backrest and hanging her head off the side.
"Fuck my mouth!" she said breathily as she guided my throbbing dick down her throat.
I could feel my balls pressing against her nose and see my cock going down her throat. I thrust faster and faster as I reached forward and pulled her tits out of her bra, squeezing and pinching at her nipples. Moving my hands further down to her lace thong, I slid my hand into her folds. She was so wet. Suddenly, Sarah pushed me off.
"Bend me over the couch and fuck me from behind," she said, swaying her ass in my direction.
I was dumbfounded. Where did this woman come from and where has she been all my life? Sarah had never been this freaky. I couldn't even respond, so I just did as I was commanded and bent her over the arm of the couch. I gave her tight ass a good smack before pushing as deep as I can into her melting pussy.
"You like fucking me like this, baby?" she asked, looking back at me with her lips glistening with saliva.
"Oh, yeah," I stumbled for words, trying to keep myself from cumming too quickly.
"I like thinking of all the guys wanting to do this while you're out at the bars," I managed to say as a lame attempt at dirty talk.
"Oh, yeah. They wish they could have me like this. I let a guy feel me up tonight at the club; his strong hands felt good under my skirt," she panted.
"Do you wish he went a little further?" I prayed to God she said yes.