MOORISH MONDAY: F****g my Wife on the Kitchen Counter (Female x Male) (18+ NSFW)
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So, you liked watching me grind up on that man? Asked Whitney, her hands pulling her husband's cock out of his underwear.

They were driving down the dark and winding road leading back home. It had been a rare, child-free night spent at the club, and they decided to finally act out one of their shared fantasies, which was Whitney dancing on another man. Bobby had always dreamt about being a voyeur as his wife grinded up against them while he sat in the distance and watched the scene unfold.

"'Mm-hmm,' Bobby moaned in response. A shiver ran across his body. His hands were gripping the wheel at ten and two, eyes focused on the road. This was all very distracting in the best possible way. "'His hands sliding up and down my hips,' Whitney's voice was teasing and playful.

"'My ass pressing up against him. I could feel him getting hard, you know.' She stroked Bobby's cock up and down a few times in her hand, smiling as he inhaled sharply through his teeth. "'Whitney,' he panted, his mouth opening and closing as his wife unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over, putting her face in his lap.'

It was a big thrill to have her mouth around his cock while he drove, his mind replaying the night's events. Her lips stretched across his shaft, and her tongue snaked around him while she bobbed her head up and down slowly. Bobby moaned, his attention divided between the road and his wife's enthusiastic mouth.

Each time she lowered her head down to the base, she let out a long, rumbling moan from the back of her throat before sliding up to his head and twisting her tongue there. Bobby's thoughts about how the evening had gone down, so close he could smell her perfume, the stranger's hands had caressed his wife's body, pulling her in against him.

But Bobby was the one taking her home, not the stranger, not anyone else. Him. He wanted to pull the car over and take her right there. "'Oh, shit,' he hissed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat now as he took the car around a turn and pulled up to another red light. "'Just like that, baby.'

There was a rawness to his voice that Whitney loved hearing. It made her pussy throb. They didn't have too much time or energy for the sort of sex they had when they first met years ago. Wild, passionate sex that lasted well into the latest hours of the night. But now, Bobby sounded like he did back then. Desperate and needy for her.

Whitney kept her mouth on Bobby's cock until they reached their street. Bobby had just pulled into the driveway when he finally couldn't hold back anymore. He reached down to hold Whitney's head gently on his cock as his cum shot down the back of her throat. His body convulsed as he came, his cock twitching inside his wife's mouth.

She swallowed down every drop, mumbling a pleased, As she accepted Bobby's cum. She couldn't remember the last time they had done anything like this, and the risk had turned her on. Her pussy throbbed as she slid her mouth off of her husband's softening cock and licked her lips.

She sat back in the passenger seat and smiled at him. "'We've got the house to ourselves tonight,' she said. Bobby put his cock back in his pants and nodded. A grin crept up his face. Yes, they did, and he intended to make the most of it. He thought about the bottle of champagne that was chilling in the fridge."

But they didn't get to the champagne. As soon as they walked into the house, neither of them wanted to lose steam, worried that if they had sat down and had a drink, they'd fall back into their usual routine of watching Netflix while drifting off into sleep. Bobby followed Whitney into the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of water, and as she stood beside the island, she

He dropped to his knees behind her. "'Baby!' Whitney gasped, giggling as he pulled down her panties and pushed up her skirt. It was so unexpected, but very much appreciated. Bobby kissed Whitney's ass cheeks a few times. Even after all these years, she still had a great butt with smooth, fair skin."

he parted her ass and slid his tongue across her probing her asshole making whitney moan she swiveled around and hopped onto the kitchen island the granite cool against her ass

In one dramatic sweep of his arms, Bobby pushed Whitney's legs up and back. A whimper left her lips, an involuntary sound as her husband began to eat her pussy with a fervor that made her eyes roll back. His mouth covered her soft, slick entrance, tonguing her there before moving up to her clit.

Then he stayed in that spot, massaging firm circles over her. Holy shit! Whitney choked out. She was leaning back on her elbows, but she couldn't hold herself like that for very long. She finally collapsed down on the kitchen island, knocking over a container as she went. Keep doing that, bitch!

She was panting now, her breathing getting faster and faster. Bobby's tongue was splayed out still against her clit, his fingers pressing firmly against her thighs. "'Fuck! Fuck!' Whitney finally cried out, shaking from head to toe as she came. It felt good to be able to whimper and groan as loud as she wanted."

not worrying about being overheard. Her body was still quivering and weak as Bobby pulled his face away from her pussy, his chin glistening with her juices, and spit. He reached out for Whitney's hands and tugged her upright. "'Spin around. Let's get you out of this dress.'

Bobby unzipped the back and helped his wife out of it. She shimmied it down her body, the fabric stretching as it slid over her hips. Her breasts were covered by a light pink bra, trimmed in lace, a bra that Whitney reserved for special occasions. Bobby lazily dragged his fingers across her cleavage, causing Whitney to shiver.

He reached around her back and unhooked her bra, and Whitney quickly pulled it off. Bobby covered both of her breasts with his hands, lifting them and squeezing them gently. His fingers grazed across her nipples, a feather-light touch that made Whitney's breath catch in her throat. He was teasing her, and she was eating it up.

"'Let's go upstairs,' said Whitney, reaching for the bottom of Bobby's shirt so she could help him pull it off over his head. They nearly sprinted up the stairs into the bedroom, with Bobby following behind his naked wife. He was expecting to see her crawl onto the bed, so he was surprised to find her heading over to the bay window, where the blinds were only half-closed."

They never fucked anywhere but the bed. But this was a night of surprises and change. Whitney knelt on the window seat while Bobby stood behind her and took her from behind. He knew he wasn't going to last long. His attention pulled between the moonlight shining on his wife's naked body and the image of the dark-haired guy at the club.

Bobby's hands gripped Whitney's soft hips as he bucked against her, his cock plunging in and out of her wet hole. The low growls and rumbles from his throat reminded Whitney of their early days together, when they could be loud during sex, not having to worry about being overheard.

She was smiling to herself as Bobby thrusted into her one last time, his cock shooting a big load of cum deep into her pussy. He didn't pull out right away. Instead, he let his cock soften slightly inside of her, watching as a car drove down their street and a cloud passed in front of the moon.

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