Donna settled happily into the role of a shared wife, taking on a number of lovers. We sometimes had three ways, and maybe one weekend a month she'd go on a date with one, bringing me home her well used pussy. We'd also go to house parties, which were always a good time. But it wasn't all fun at parties, or taking on college guys while we were travelling, which we did frequently. Mostly it was quiet days at home, doing the things typical married couples do, though that also led to sexy fun.
Occasionally she'd surprise me. I really dislike the dreaded ankle length skirt. I have always felt that if you're going to wear a skirt or a dress, especially if you have halfway decent legs, show them off. Donna knows how I feel, and that I think she has great legs. So I was somewhat disappointed to come in one morning to find her wearing the "teacher's uniform" skirt, along with a white sleeveless top.
"I guess the honeymoon's over," I said, looking at her in a floral pattern light weight ankle length skirt. Then she turned toward me, and I could see that maybe it wasn't after all. As the light hit her, I could see that she was definitely not wearing anything under it, as the sheer material was quite revealing if you looked past the pattern, and I realized I could see her bush if the light was coming from the right angle. Donna smiled. "Or maybe not," I said, laughing.
"I know these are not your favorite skirts, but I just wanted to see how see how easy they were to see through, and if I wore one, could anyone see come running down my leg," said Donna still smiling at me. She turned back and forth as I watched, looking for evidence of a recent encounter. Her bush did look a little wet.
"Well, you could clean up just a little after we're done," I said.
"True," said Donna, "but you know how I love your come all over me after we make love, how I like to feel it in me, and spilling out, on my bush and legs."
"I do, and I'd hate for you to give that up-and I like knowing you're carrying my sperm around with you all day afterwards. Your bush looks a little wet, but hard to tell for sure," I said. Then I saw a thin glistening streak on the top of her thigh. "I think you'll give yourself away if the light hits you right, but someone would have to be looking for it. Who did you 'experiment' on??"
Donna pointed out the window to the college kid from a couple doors down who was riding our lawnmower, and smiled. "Our neighbor. He had asked the other day about coming over to cut the grass. When he got here this morning, I was trying on the skirt. He seemed a little flustered at first when he realized what he could see. I told him not to worry, I could help him, and walked him out on the deck to show him where the mower was. I reached over to him and rubbed him up through his shorts, which were starting to bulge. He was pretty well along, already leaking when I unzipped him. I stroked him a couple of times and sat him down on the swing, then lifted my skirt. I thought the poor kid was going to pass out."
"Probably the first pussy the kid ever saw in real life," I said, laughing.
"No doubt," said Donna. "And probably the oldest he'll see for the next 40 years. I stepped forward, and held his face to me, and told him to lick up and down, nice and easy. He was a quick learner, and he had me open pretty fast. I stopped him before I came like crazy, I just wanted his cock in me by then."
"I take it he was pretty impressive??" I asked.
"Not huge, like Eddie, but one of the nicest looking cocks I have seen. I reached for it, and stroked him again, making a big drop of come ooze out. I got it on my finger and licked it, then knelt over him on the seat and put that big head at my opening and sank down on it."
"How'd he react to that??"
"His eyes got really big. I don't think he was ready for me to be so wet. I didn't take him all the way to his balls on the first try, but by the third stroke, I was sitting with my ass on his balls, just letting him enjoy being inside a real woman's pussy-and of course I was enjoying being spread open by that hot young dick."
"You're going to spoil him. Those college girls he's used to will never measure up, now that he's had the real thing," I said, smiling at Donna. "Bet he didn't last long."
"He was done in a minute," said Donna, with a smile. "I didn't expect him to take long. He was already throbbing and leaking when I climbed on. He gave me a nice load, but you know how those college kids are. He was real apologetic about coming so fast, it was cute. Maybe I'll give him a second chance when he's done. You can watch," she said with a wink.
"You sure you didn't teach sex ed as part of your social studies classes??" I teased Donna.
"Ha ha," she said, smiling at me. "I don't know how interesting the class work would have been, but I'd have had full attendance for the labs!!"
