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I was hanging out with my wife on a lazy Sunday afternoon, just relaxing in my memory foam lounger and watching the telly. My wife was playing a game on our PC. I got up to get a drink, and when I returned to the living room, to find my wife had moved, now she lay on her stomach at the foot of my lounger. As I returned to my spot, she began to wiggle her butt at me, so I reached out and lightly tapped it.
“More,” she said, so I began to rub her bottom slowly while we both continued watching TV. Before long, she pulled down her pants and underwear and gave me a sultry look before returned her attention to the set.
I reached out and lightly brushed her pussy with my finger. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and she raised her hips to give me better access. As I began to finger her, she got wetter and wetter. She had her face buried in her arms, breathing deeply as I shifted my focus to her clitoris. But then she picked up her phone off the floor next to her and began to check her text messages!
Not wanting to lose her attention, I upped the intensity. Suddenly my phone buzzed next to me. “Oh my gosh!”
I smiled and responded with a question mark.
My wife loves to make a lot of noise when we get hot and heavy, but we weren’t alone in the house; there were people in the living room downstairs. So instead, she took to giving me a play-by-play through text. “SO GOOD!” Fuck!” “Oh fuck!” “Do you feel how wet I am?” She paused for a minute to reach for a blanket and cover us up in case someone else came into the room, then resumed her encouragement. “That’s FUCKING amazing!”
I began to play with her butthole with my thumb as I fingered her.
“THE ASS STUFF IS GREAT!” “I want to scream so loud for you baby!” I felt her begin to tense up, and then she went still.
I smiled at her as she recovered from her orgasm.
“How’s your penis?” she asked me.
I lowered the waist of my shorts to show her that I was rock hard.
Without warning, my wife straddled me, lined my stick up with her pussy, and lowered herself onto my lap. She began frantically fucking me. But after a few minutes of this, she stood up and began collecting her pants and underwear.
“You can’t leave me like this!” I said in frustration.
“Just moving this party to a more private location, baby,” she said and sashayed down the hall towards our bedroom…
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