hot latina wife

A fast one

Just look at him. He could hardly fix his tie because his nerves were all over the place. It was my fault. After getting out the hot latina wifeshower, he was in a hurry to get to work because he was running late due to our early morning love making. It was a fight for him to get out the house in the mornings; I was like the cup of love He couldn’t have his full of. The more He tasted, the more He lusted. I had a way of getting in my husband’s blood stream, my effect on him was quicker than any medicine. I went straight to the brain. God, the man, was impressive. He turned his back to me while he got dressed because he didn’t want to See me laying there still rubbing my pussy nor did he want me to see his bulging erection. Big mistake.

Just by looking at his ass my liquids started flowing again. I envisioned that ass clenching and unclenched as it was bent between my thick thighs pumping away some minutes ago. The more I thought of his body lost in me was the more I rubbed my pussy. I rubbed my pussy as fast as I remembered he was pumping.” oooh, mmmm yes” He turned around. “Mell would you behave ; I’m trying to get out of here.” I didn’t respond the images of him was driving me wild. “Mell baby please you’re killing me” I kept looking directly at him  as I rubbed. I inserted a finger and then another. “Ooooww” his eyes turned to fire. He loved when something was inserted inside of me so he could see my pussy muscles hold on to it. He left his untied tie around his neck and stepped towards me while pulling down his pants and said “I think you need something bigger and longer inside there. I have a sneaky suspicion that your cunt can expand a lot more” he lowered his massive frame between my thighs flung them around his shoulders and went to work. I loved the feeling of him inside me stretching me. He was like a hammer in me.

I moaned in his chest and made circular movements around his nipples he loved it. He loved when I moaned for him I think it boosts his ego. Between his pumps he asked “do you want me to make you cum baby? ” when my only response was a moan he said”good very good.” He turned me on my side and slapped my cunt with his dick and shoved it back in again.I was coming I could fell the pressure build in my clit. He knew it and began to pump harder and deeper. “Yes yes yes, yeah baby yesssssssssssss.” My juices didn’t trickle down they squirted out my pussy like an attack. This was his favorite part because my cum was plenteous, warm and creamy. He loved when it splashed unto his lower abbs.BEEEEEEP it was Jessy my husbands ride to work was here. He gave me a smirk and a quick kiss  promising to pick up were we left off in the night. I rolled over on my side watching him with satisfaction as he hurriedly got dressed. I was so looking forward to later.

Click on a heart to thank the author of this story!

Average rating / 5. Vote count:

No votes so far! Be the first to rate this post.

We are sorry that this post was not one of your favorites!

Help us understand why.

8 replies
  1. Lovinghusband says:

    Claro Rose – you prompted a similar memory. It was our first year of marriage. I was leaving for work on a very cold morning. My wife had been asleep – or so I thought when I went to shave and get ready. When I came back in for my tie, I heard her moaning. She was face down. I could see her ass moving up and down just a little bit. I thought, “this can’t be happening”. We were newly married and I didn’t even know that she masturbated. She was so close to orgasm that she kept going – knowing that if I noticed, it might be embarrassing – being the first time anyone had known she masturbated. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “are you playing with your pussy”? Like a swimmer coming up for air, she looked at me with the most glorious, horny smile and said, “yes”. I absolutely had to leave right then because of time constraints. What lasting impact did that have on our marriage? We still talk about that morning being the ice-breaker on so many things sexual for us while we are making love. Talking about it still arouses us 29 years later! I still masturbate to the thought of her playing with herself. Of course, now I have a much more expansive library of thoughts to masturbate to. Yet, we’ll never forget that morning! Thank you for your story and for what it prompted for this reader! God bless you Claro Rose. LH

Leave a Reply

Want to join the discussion?
Feel free to contribute!

Leave a Reply