I had recently gotten a new job that required some overnight travel, which wasn't a problem at first—just a night or two here and there. But, then I got sent overseas for a four-week excursion. I didn't like this at all—and neither did my wife. My wife Venessa 28, is 5'7 with measurements that attract a lot of attention—38DD-22-36. To make matters worse, she gets very horny. We've been married for 5 years, and the longest we've ever gone without having sex was five days. And that only happened once. So, needless to say, I was apprehensive about this long trip. Still, I had no choice, so I went.
I'd only been gone a week when our phone conversations got pretty steamy, and she told me repeatedly how much she missed having a hard cock in her pussy. I was pretty turned on by this kind of talk, and so was she. I could tell she was masturbating on the other end of the line, and it was a pretty big turn on.
The second week came, and she called, asking me if it was possible to come home for the weekend. She made it clear that she'd "make it worth my while". My mind raced at the thought of what she had in store for me, after such a long absence. My mind raced with ideas of sexy lingerie, steamy games, and frantic sex, but my boss wouldn't let me go home—even at my own expense—for a weekend. When I told her, the line went silent for a few seconds. She got cold for the next few minutes of our conversation, but seemed to come out of it. I could tell that she was disappointed, but she promised me a "big package" in the mail soon.
Venessa's never been much into writing letters, or anything else, so I was surprised when she confirmed the address of the hotel I was staying in. She wouldn't tell me what it was she was sending me, but promised me that I'd "really like it". I just about drove the poor desk clerk crazy for the next week asking if I'd gotten anything from America. 10 days later, the desk clerk stopped me and told me that my package had arrived. I could tell that he was happy to give it to me, just to make sure I'd stop asking. I rushed up to my room to see what was in the package. I was in for a big surprise.
When I put the video into the VCR, I was greeted by the sight of Vanessa in a sexy negligee I had bought her a few months back. She was sitting on the sofa, with some of her favorite "toys" on both sides of her. As she looked up at the camera sexily, she took one of the vibrators into her mouth and started to suck on it. She then put it into her already wet pussy and it wasn't long before her hips were bucking and she was screaming with a wild passion, her fingernails digging into the arm rest on the sofa. She was approaching orgasm—a really big one, in fact. But, she didn't get the chance to finish it.
Just then, the doorbell rang. To my shock, she actually got up to go to the door. She was unsteady on her feet, though. She slipped on a very short one-piece dress on the way to the door. This was a dress that just barely covered her ass, and she usually didn't even wear it around the house. I couldn't believe she was actually answering the door wearing it! I noticed that the blinds on the window were not closed, and natural light was coming in. It was the middle of the day.
When she answered the door, a young guy was on the other side of the door. He looked to be in his mid-20's, and was carrying a tool box. He eyed my wife's big tits as they talked. I could tell she noticed, and she smiled at the attention.
"I forgot that I had called about the sink," she said, as she ushered him into the room, and started leading him toward the sink. As they entered through the front door, he noticed the "toys" on the sofa, and followed my wife very closely. His eyes were fixed on her ass, and I could tell that he could make out the skimpy thong panties every time she took a step in that short dress. I didn't know what she was up to, but this was so out of character for my wife.
When they got to the sink, he asked her what the problem was. She turned around to look at him, and he stared directly at her tits, which were pressing hard against the fabric of her extremely low-cut black dress. She back up against the sink, and he moved forward, after putting the toolbox on the floor. He was standing directly in front of her, their bodies nearly touching.
"Well," she said, looking down at his erection, which was forcing itself against his jeans, "it's a leak." She turned around and leaned forward, pushing her ass against his groin, as she turned the water on. "Whenever I let the water run, I get a leak under the cabinet."
At this point, the guy couldn't stand it any longer. He reached around, grabbing her legs and grinding his groin into her ass, as she moaned loudly. She quickly turned around, pushing him away. "No," she said weakly. "I can't. I'm married."
The guy made no response, but took the opportunity to rip her dress open, as her large breasts fell out of her dress, exposed completely before his hungry eyes. He immediately took advantage of this, sucking and licking on them, as she was pushed back against the sink counter. She pushed against his chest and shoulders, even as she moaned from the attention her breasts were getting from his rough attention.
As he continued to lick and suck on her nipples, they swelled from the attention they were getting and her moans grew loader and more desperate. Sensing this, he ran his hand down the front of what was left of the dress, ripping it completely, as it fell to the floor, revealing her very skimply thong panties in the process.
Seeing her panties, he leaned back for a moment, staring at them, and then back at her. Her face was flush and she looked back at him lustily. "I know what you need, baby," he said. "Where's your huband, and why isn't he the one doing this?"
"He's out of town," she managed, as she collected her breath. "But, you've got it all wrong."
"Do I?" he asked, as he ran his hand inside her wet panties, creating a 'squishing' sound, and she threw her head back and groaned, moving her hips forward against his thurst. "Then why are you so wet?"
As this point, she moved her hand down, unzipping his pants, and letting out his large member. It quickly popped out, as his pants and underwear fell to the floor. She continued rubbing it, and he returned his attention to her breasts.
