As a forty year old married mother of two children, involved in an open marriage for several years, I'm five-seven, with blonde hair,brown eyes and a 36D-24-38 figure. I'm also thoroughly enjoying the decision my husband I made, both of us enjoying ourselves quite a bit.
The children were gone for the weekend, my husband was working the night shift and I had eaten a light supper, taken a relaxing bath, and brushed my hair, standing in the bathroom with my satin robe on when the doorbell rang.
My hair was pulled back in a ponytail and I was surprised to see my old friend Sid through the peephole standing patiently on the porch waiting.
When I opened the door smiling at him his face lit up, smiling back at me, as he told me hello and apologized for not calling, but he'd been driving around thinking about me, further explaining that when he drove by, seeing the only car in the driveway was mine, he decided to stop and see how I was doing.
His blonde hair was wind blown, his blue eyes sparkling as he stood on the porch holding the storm door open, his eyes roaming from my face to my bare feet, stopping when he saw my nipples becoming erect through the thin cloth of my satin gown.
When I asked him to come in and have a drink I shut and locked the door behind him, smiling as I walked to the kitchen asking what he would like, and could feel my clitoris tingling and my pussy becoming damp in anticipation.
As I fixed our drinks Sid asked where everyone was at tonight, and flashed a huge smile when I told him my husband was working, and the children wouldn't be home until Sunday afternoon, so I was all alone for the night.
Sid and I had been together a few times since I posed for a portrait at his studio,
where we ended up having sex for the first time, and that's where we always met
the few other times, but never for more than an hour or so, and he always gave me an awesome fucking.
The thought of him staying the night had me extremely excited, and very horny, as I
finished my drink and asked what his plans for the night were.
He placed his glass on the counter, saying he didn't have any plans until now,
stepping in close and with his hands on my waist, we became lost in a hot, wet, tongue swirling kiss pressing our bodies firmly together. I was moaning as he loosened the sash of my robe his huge hands caressing my naked skin.