Emily sat at the kitchen bar staring into her phone over a cup of coffee. She was scrolling through her snap chats, although she was happily married she loved teasing younger men till they came for her, it was a morning ritual by now.
She almost leapt out of her seat when Dean put his hands on her hips. She flipped her phone face down on the counter.
"Jesus! you scared me babe!"
"Sorry Em, hey I gotta go, I'm running late."
He took a swig of her coffee, kissed her cheek, squeezed her ass making her jump again.
"Hey!" She called out to him and poked her tongue at him as he hurried out the door giggling to himself.
Emily loved how her husband still made her feel like they were still kid's.
She was 56 now her wavy shoulder length hair was going from dirty blonde to grey, her c up breasts were perky and firm, something she was very proud of. She took care of her body and worked out, she loved showing off her body to all the boys online.
Once she was sure Dean had left she got up and went to the bedroom. Running her hands over her body, she undressed stripping for nobody but her self, she could feel herself getting wet at what she was going to do. This was the best part of her day.
Opening up her snapchat she went through and played the videos from the night before.
Instantly she was inundated with streams of cum, moans and various voices begging her name. It was ecstasy, she started running her hand over her panties covering her mound.
She wasn't sure how much time passed, the room stank of pussy and sweat, the sheets were wet under her ass and she was in a trance, she wanted so bad to get fucked. She licked her fingers clean, savoring her self. God it was so fucking hot in here...
She jumped up.
"Oh fuck!"
Dean had scheduled their AC to get fixed today.