This is a purely fictional and all characters are over the age of 18. This story was written for a husband I met on Literotica who wanted to share his hot, mature wife with me.
I watch her hips swaying in front of me as I follow her through the mall in a form-fitting dress that leaves little to my imagination. I follow her into the lingerie section of a department store and seeing her look at bras I say: "Getting that for your lucky husband?"
Cheryl pauses looking at me. "Hmm. Maybe, I don't know... I do like this one and this is beautiful too..." She said fingering another bra.
"God, you must look so beautiful and sexy in something that," I say.
Cheryl eyes me as she takes a pensive breath. "Why, thank you. You really like them don't you?" She says, pushing her breasts out subtlely toward me.
"Uh-huh. Just imagining you in that is turning me on. But I bet you look so hot in anything, or nothing."
"Oh, you are bad," she smiles and laughs, "What's your name?"
"Paul... Your body is beyond belief, Mrs... and you are so beautiful, elegant really, which makes me hard..."
"My name is Cheryl... Thank you, sweetheart. You are naughty."
We stare at each other and I am wondering about her husband. I break the silence.
"Well?" I say.
"Hmm?"
"You going to model that for me or what?"
She glances at the lingerie in her hand. "Oh, I don't know, I don't know you... Paul... I'd feel awkward and bad, but..." She paused. "It might be fun."
"I can help you figure out if your husband would like it..." I smile.
Cheryl's inner horny slut wants to show me so she thinks."Okay, but just a peak, maybe in the dressing room." I follow her and stare at her ass rubbing my stiffening cock through my jeans.
I walked to the dressing room and close the door. I lean into Cheryl trying to kiss her but she pushes me back. "Wait..."
She turns around and strips, putting on a little show. I can't believe what I am seeing. Cheryl's hot body is revealed as she drops her dress to the floor. Then she takes off her bra she shakes her tits at me looking me in the eyes. Then she puts on the new bra -- "See anything you like?" she says. "Well? I hope that dazed look on your face is a good sign."
"Jesus Christ," I say. "You're so fucking beautiful."
I reach down and rubbed my cock, which is throbbing at full mast and bulging like a cucumber in my jeans. Then looking into her eyes, I reach out to pull a little at the bra cup. "You have beautiful nipples."
"Oh, Paul, you're being bold, aren't you?" With my hands still on her tits, your wife reaches up to finger one of the bra cups. "This material is so nice."
Staring at Cheryl's bountiful tits I let my fingers drift up to the sides of her bra, admiring the material again. Then I slid them down over the cups and gave her breasts a hard squeeze.
Cheryl draws a long, rasping breath. "Oh, Paul, no," she whispers, her head falling back arching her back in response and bringing her married body closer to me.
"You're so beautiful," I whisper as I kiss her, thrusting the tip of my tongue into her mouth.
Suddenly, Cheryl faces me, grabs my head and sticks her tongue down my throat in response. A passionate married wife kissing a stranger. I know something else is going to happen.
Cheryl moans and pushes back, "Oh, honey, we can't do this. It's crazy."
Before she can say anything else, I reach up and unclasped her bra. Her tits bounce out and I squeeze them hard -- so firm and big. Then I lean down and took her right nipple in my mouth.
"OH," Cheryl calls out.
My tongue licks her her aureole, and her nipple immediately stiffens. I flicked my tongue over the tip of it. Cheryl panted. "Oh, my god," she moaned. Her fingers run lovingly through my hair, her motions slow and massaging. Her nails scratched the back of my neck. Her grip tightened after a moment and she guided me to her other breast.
Meanwhile, I fondled her ass with both hands, thinking about what to do next with my hard cock.
