Watching Porn Makes My Baby Go Crazy
Me & my little cherub do what the pros do, but better!
Everyone in this story is at least 18.
On the eve of year 15 of wedded bliss, I have dedicated this piece to my lovely, adoring and sexy wifey. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed its composition.
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Lemme tell ya about my baby - a hot little bundle of love. Hair of flame, hot and red. She's post-meno - you know, that stage in a woman's life where sexual pleasure becomes a frequent must! She's my "trophy wife" which I put on a pedestal, but never on a shelf.
Her ears I love to lavish with my tongue, and suck on each and every diamond studded piercing. Her eyes of azure framed by light brows still give me chills when she first comes into view. Don't even get me started on that plump lipped smile. It can turn from sunny to spry on a dime! She has a cute as heck of tiny freckles layered over her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. I equate them to a smattering of little stars twinkling at dusk. Gives her that "little girl look," but don't read into that.
She stands just better than 5 foot, yet her modest stature belies a crafty seductress. Legs? She's got 'em! They may appear short and stout, but they feel like heavenly pillows when clamped tightly around my waist in the throes of passion. Their crown jewel is her dangling ankle bracelets and tiny toes, they're nails brightly painted. Sometimes I just want to join in her squealing as I lick between them tenderly.
Don't know if I'm more in love with her precocious mind or bodacious bod, but why choose? Ignorant observers may falsely ascribe her as "plain," but that's because they fail to evoke her gleaming smile and rosy cheeks like I do.
As far as cheeks go, my honeybun possesses an
"azz"
for years - featuring two generous and well-defined peachy smooth hills, and the wondrous long and wide valley between them. Ain't no BAB ("
Bony Ass Bitch
",) and I tell her all the time that she's too sexy for her own good!
She's for sure a natural beaut - full curvaceous breasts with biteable nipples, centered on delectable half dollar areolas. No newborn could ever miss that buffet! Baby got back, front, high, low, and of course, a delicious middle. Curves likened to that of a richly toned standing base ("it's all about that base, 'bout that base...!) She got lady humps and bumps, a couple lumps, no mumps, but plenty of thumpity-thump!
A slight muffin top going on, love handles more like it, but she's much more aware of it than I am. She may be disheartened by the barely perceptible creases on her thighs, but I insist that it gives her a more genuine natural look. Surficial perfection is the work of chemicals and surgery, but a real woman like mine comes by it in all its natural form! Her perfection
IS
her imperfections.
Just below her cute-as-a-button belly button is a most neat forest of wispy pubes - dark, mysterious and inviting. That gal of mine keeps it trim on the edges, but I hope that one day she'll indulge my hirsute laden kink and let it fluff up nice and tall, continue under her taint, then back up the full length along the schism of her juicy butt. It would turn me on no end to see those hairs surrounding her round pink starfish while I'm pounding her doggy style.
She'll occasionally solicit me to enter into that rear portal, usually at the times we're both fully imbibed with drinks and THC laced gummies. My druthers would be to kiss and lick that hole until she begs me to fuck it, then to go just cock head deep. Then I could enjoy rapidly oscillating my tip with vigor against her constricting sphincter. That'll massage it just under my super sensitive cap. Meanwhile, I get to watch that cute little button spasm open and shut as I spread her cheeks wide with my thumbs. Then I relish the view of all of her glory while slapping her clit with my swinging balls during my fevered thrusts.
My Sweet-Stuff's pussy is cute and diminutive. Like a sensuous valley drawing me in, her labia turned inward towards her core. It's a mega-turnon to watch them seemingly pull my manhood deeper within her warm and tight love tunnel. They grip me so good I have to bite
MY
lip to keep from coming too soon.
Even though I can't get enough of her, time to talk about me. Ever see the TV commercial for Sam Adams Beer? I could be the long-lost twin of the brew master - shaved shiny head, straight beard (mine is gray) hanging 1/2 a foot from my square chin, beefcake above the age-inevitable beer bump, strong tree trunk thighs, well-defined calves and, of course, large hands to latch onto her with. I'm her brutish "brown-eyed handsome man." At least that's the way she says she describes me at her hen/friend parties.
Sweetie says my chrome dome with the beard whiskers makes her wet. She giggles at how my head might resemble a giant upside down cock. I can boast gym sculpted quarter bouncing buns, AND..., according to her, a right-sized cut meaty cock. She jokes that it looks like the smaller twin of my upper head. She loves to fondle my hefty manscaped balls in her dainty digits, swirling the sac around and stretching it out with her mouth. That makes it tickle, which is nice, but evokes the notion that she could easily get carried away, which is not so much so. She likes, no, loves, doing that actually - so much that I let her have her fun, especially if it gets her all randy!
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This night my sexy gal's feeling particularly frisky after our dinner and wine. She asks me if she could put on one of her fav naughty movies. Surprise! I say definitely! I've never denied her this pleasure, as it inevitably leads to mine, too.
After thumbing through our hidden "vault" of dirty DVD's, she pulls out her choice for the evening - "Luscious Ladies Lay Local Lads." It starts out quite tame by depicting a group of mature suburban women gathered in a living room taking healthy gulps of cosmos and margaritas. As each one loosens from those, they relay their laments over the dearth of quality cock since becoming divorced or widowed. They're sexually frustrated by the town's scant offering of barely functioning shriveled gramp's dicks.
Each woman fondly recalls her youthful dalliances to the others. First, a short, long haired bubble blonde remembers the weekend when she and her betrothed first moved into their newly acquired abode. Over their very first weekend there they christened every room with passionate prenuptial perversion. Her favorite was in the treehouse in the wooded back lot.
Another more dirty blonde (literally) spoke of the time when her roommate at the all-girl religious college arranged a threesome with both their boyfriends as her surprise 19th birthday gift. She and roomy were treated to the young men's burlesque-like display, featuring her roommate's beau slapping a butt cheek of her own muse. She recounted how she squealed with delight as the boys sauntered towards her to ever so slowly disrobe each and every article of her clothing. Her roomy sitting next to her couldn't help but snake a hand down under her own panties and sigh.
The blonde was graced with a full on body rub while standing between the pair of naked gyrating Adonises. Her beau, facing her front, pawed at her developing breasts, while the other squeezed her bottom from behind. She would swoon each time she felt their meaty post teen cocks sliding against her on both sides. Eventually the men cast her upon her single bed and took up positions to take her in both front and back. She was long past her deflowering, of
ALL
her portals, so had no trepidation with the gents stuffing her pussy and ass simultaneously with their young fat cocks.
All this time, her half unclad roommate pulled at her own tits, totally absorbed by the scene. She quickly gave up on her own teasing, and plunged her hand into her sopping pussy to diddle herself to several climaxes, even before the now elder minx did! The collective "Happy Ending" concluded with a quadraphonic roar of ecstacy. The thin walls of the dorm room held back no decibel from the other enraptured acoustic voyeuristic dorm mates. They were having quite a time listening to the show in the privacy of their own rooms!
Next up to spill it was a swanky raven topped gal with her salacious story of being a cruise tour guide while in her mid 20s. She once was showing a dashing dark eyed middle-aged executive a tour of cabins on the top deck. There was an unmistakable mutual ogling, more so with each cabin she had shown. She glowed with a scarlet blush recalling how he finally abandoned his gentlemanly facade and cornered her in the "Admiral's Suite." He spun her around abruptly to face the wall. She had desperately tried to turn around to protest her molestation, but had neither means nor desire to fight him. She gladly surrendered to his animalistic will.
This impromptu tryst had progressed in intensity for the better part of the afternoon. She experienced her first ever series of countlessly orgasms. Her boss gave her a stern grimace when she finally returned to the office much later, presenting herself in a most unprofessional dishevelment. The horned up women listeners echoed constant "oohh's" and "ah's" throughout the "raven's" detailed raucous recollection.
Then, two of the more pleasingly plump women looked at the other, wondering which one would break the news. They confessed of the time during the euphoric celebration of the finality of their disappointing marriages. The two were just drunk and horny enough to kiss. The living room's occupants were now riveted with such anticipation that a dropped pin could shatter the silence.
Continuing with their story, both had ran giggling excitedly as they tugged each other's hands up the stairs to the then single occupancy bedroom. They stripped and admired the intimacy of being privy to the other's natural state, unlike their critical exes. Upon entry to the boudoir, two sleek vibrating dildos were produced. The girlish pair lay side by side upon the satin sheets, entranced and titillated from the view of their partner getting off with her surrogate phallus. They swore up and down to never speak of the incident, until this very night, that is.
The concluding salaciousness was provided by the tallest of the group, and what a tall tale she weaved! It had occurred between marriages when she unexpectedly crossed paths with a gorgeous, tan skinned Latino on holiday from his native España. The spitting image of Julio Iglesias he was. The attraction she had for him was instantaneous. He had earnestly asked her for directions to a recently dormant seasonally operated café. She took pity upon the manly exotic (and, erotic!) foreigner by offering him a consolation meal at her place.
