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Thank God it’s Friday, I thought as I walked into the house. It had been a long, trying week and all I wanted for the weekend was to relax a bit. I knew my wife, Serena, was home and I figured that, if Serena was home, so was our “little girl” Tammy. But the den was silent and empty and I strolled through the house to the master bedroom, where I hung up my suit coat and my tie. I found them in Tammy’s room. Two womanly lumps were under the covers of the bed and they both snored lightly. I smiled at the sight of my two ladies under the covers together and found myself getting more than a little aroused. To take my mind off the hardening lump in my pants, I looked around the room. Posters from the latest round of boy bands cluttered the walls along with a smattering of artistic drawings Tammy had done. Dirty clothes were strewn around on the floor. Except the trail from the door to the bed that appeared to be mainly the types of clothes that Serena wore, they were mostly tank tops, yoga pants, and the thong panties that Tammy favored. A small part of my mind thought it would be good to remind Tammy she needed to clean it up, but it was an indulgent thought. Tammy had no doubt been playing video games when she and Serena suggested or initiated a different game that ended with them in bed together and I was distracted by Serena’s full, bare breasts that were uncovered. Tammy was a physically, mentally and emotionally grown woman, but Serena and I had taken her into our home because Tammy enjoyed playing the rebellious teenager. And she was quite the little scamp in the bedroom, willing to do anything her “mommy and daddy” wanted. It had added quite the bit of spice to our fifteen-year-old marriage to accept a twenty-year-old “daughter” into our lives. I didn’t notice that Serena had woken up until she spoke softly across the room. “Are you there, lover?” Her Aussie accent never failed to attract my attention Arnavutköy escort and, under the circumstances, made my arousal even more intense. I chuckled softly before finding her blue eyes with my own. “Just woolgathering,” I said, also softly, as I didn’t want to wake Tammy. Serena gently disentangled herself and stood up next to the bed. I took a moment to marvel at her body as she stretched. She was plumper than she had been when we married, which mattered nothing to me. Her breasts were full and heavy and her belly had a nice roundness to it, but she was able to hide that under clothes (a damn shame if you asked me, because I loved her being naked). Her hips were broad (child-bearing hips, my grandmother had called them years before, which reminded me of the immense sadness she had felt upon discovering her inability to have children, but I pushed that thought aside…this was a moment for joy, not regret) and her ass was round and full, wanting my hands to grasp and hold it. She turned to me, allowing me to examine her fully as she crossed the room to me. I slid my arms around her and kissed her deeply, our tongues twining around each other as I squeezed her before sliding my hands down to cup her ass cheeks. She moaned into my mouth as she ground her soft belly against the hard lump in my pants. We parted, both a little out of breath at the intensity of our kiss. I opened my mouth to utter some endearment or other, only to have my intention smothered by her finger across my lips. She grinned wickedly up at me before taking my hand and leading me into our bedroom. I glanced back at Tammy’s room as Serena closed the door. She looked up at me again and said, “We just finished our fun a little while ago and she fell asleep. She’s going to have her nap and I’m going to have you all to myself for a little while.” She stepped back up to me and kissed me again, her Avcılar escort bayan hand caressing my hard cock through my pants. “She’ll get some from her daddy later,” she whispered when she pulled away. And, despite my forty years, I knew she was right, as I had no problem getting it up multiple times a day. As Serena’s hands worked at the buttons on my shirt, I asked her, “You know this time won’t last very long, don’t you?” I thought dolefully about the fact that it had been a couple of stressful weeks since the last time I’d had either of them (or even myself, for that matter, as exhaustion mixed with Scotch had overtaken me the last time I’d tried masturbating after both of them had gone to bed the last week). Her grin was back as she pushed my t-shirt up and still there after it came over my head. “Then, I guess you should take care of me first.” I chuckled ruefully at that as her hands now busied themselves with my belt and fly. She moaned softly and meaningfully when my cock sprang from my fly. It wasn’t a big one or anything, but she constantly reminded me that it was her favorite and quite big enough for her, thank you very much. She sank to her knees as she pulled my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, sliding my shoes off as she pulled them over my feet. In moments, I stood naked but for a pair of black socks. She looked up and took the head of my prick in her mouth for a long, sweet kiss before returning to my feet to remove my socks. I reached down and tugged her gently to her feet, kissing her full soft lips. My arms surrounded her again and I felt hers around me in return. Our tongues danced again and she squeezed me as she sighed in my arms. Sex was definitely in the cards, both of us knew, but it was the sweet gentle moments that mattered. The animal urge returned as I pulled away and led her by the hand over to the bed. I pushed her Escort Bağcılar gently but firmly onto the bed and she spread her legs for me. Part of me wanted to press my cock into her waiting opening right away, but I didn’t want it to end that quickly any more than she did. I went to my knees between her thighs and started kissing her furry mound, letting my tongue stroke the soft hair above her clit and around her labia. My lips and tongue stroked her already-dripping snatch. I nibbled on her labia and let my tongue slip out to fondle her clit, which already stood at attention. She moaned loudly as I suckled on her little nub. My fingers worked into her nether-mouth and I found her channel ready. I slid a finger into her depths and started to stroke her already-swelling g-spot. Within seconds, I knew she was close (thank God for her afternoon activities, which had her motor already running for me). I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off entering her much longer whether she was ready to cum or not. Her back arched off the bed and she let out a scream of sweet pleasure. I grinned, looking up at her from the top of her sweet pussy lips. That one had snuck up on her with a rapidity neither of us saw coming (hehehe….pun very much intended). I stood, her juices still shiny on my chin and she reached for me, pulling me down and plunging her tongue into my mouth as I fit the head of my swollen cock against her labia, pressing it into her opening. With the ease of long practice, I found her hole and filled her void with my fullness. Another muffled moan sounded in my mouth as I pushed it into her, pulling back once to let her vagina open its depths for me. Another stroke and I was in her to the hilt, feeling her Kegel muscles squeeze me as another wave of orgasm rolled over her. The squeeze was too much for me and I drove it in a final time, pushing it all the way into her core as I released hot sweet jets of liquid pleasure into my wife’s womb. Her arms went around me as we came together and she held me tightly as we both shivered. Somehow, I’d kept my feet during this and, as sensation returned to my legs, I pushed myself up off of Serena’s sweat-slick body. I kissed her lips tenderly and she chuckled up at me.
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