“Honey, I’ve to give the best impression to my boss. You know what they say, right?” my wife told me. It was her new job’s first day at the office.
“No second chance for the first impression?” I guessed.
She smiled. “That’s why I love ya baby..” And she kissed me, imprinting her red lips marks on my cheek.
Nora was… simply gorgeous. She was using the expensive perfume I bought, the one she never uses but today. My wife wore that white dress that remarks her figure so much. She's a bombshell in the sun with those curves - wide hips and big boobs they're hard to ignore. Are those darker spots on her chest, her erected nipples behind the thin fabric? Yes.
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She is so hot. I grabbed her hips. My erection fit just perfectly in her crack. I could easily guess her buttocks curves behind her tight dress. So firm that I could say they grip to the tip of my naughty cock.
“Let’s have a quickie, babe, for the good luck?” I told her, kissing her neck (her weak point), and that was it.
“Don't be absurd! I’ve to be perfect.” She replied, while releasing from my arms and thwarting my desire. No sex for today. And resumed nervously her preparation for the office.
“But Nora, relax!” I insisted, “you passed all tests and they have already contracted. You have excellent qualifications. They want you in.”
But Nora was too strict. “Hun, this is my first meeting with HIM...they gossip stories about my boss, ya know? He’s a very demanding regarding his female assistants. He puts all of them always under a test of every kind,” she remarked. Nora sounded anxious.
“Everything will be ok”, I said suddenly, kissing her lips tenderly, for to calm her anxiety.
“Hey fucker, didn’t ya listen? don’t ruin my lips! Ok?” she yelled.
I quit her on the spot, a bit surprised... Nora wasn’t bitchy like that. In the next future, I would have to learn more about this new white-collar version of Nora, my wife.
After a few months...
“Is this cum?” I said while inspecting her cunny. We were ready for a good fuck I wanted desperately. But then she closed her legs immediately.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” she replied defensively.
“What is it so?”, I inquired.
“Lube, silly, I prepared myself for you and ya ruin the surprise”, Nora cunningly replied. I got suspicious. Since her new job, she had never been like that.
“Who is fucking ya? Is your mother fucker boss?” I asked. “Are you fuckin that pig?”.
“Nooooo! Of course not, you’re offending me”, she said and slapped my face.
We stayed in silence on the bed for a moment. That was a total mood killer. Nora will not let screw for at least another week.
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Suddenly, Nora kissed me after jumping into my arms. She surprised me. I returned her kisses back, and touched her butt, groping her body, her bottom. As fast as I could. Undressing her. I was so desperate after many weeks of no sex. Nora responded, making me a blow job. The best she had given me up to now. She sucked hard, giving me head as a whore couldn’t have made better. When I was about to cum inside her throat, she told me, “Now fuck me as if I was your secretary and you, my obese horny wicked boss...”
She got up, turned around and sat on my thighs, rubbing her tits on my face. I put my fingers on her nipples and squeezed hard. She yelled and bite my neck. “You know, the way to fuck a hot wife is not to worry about this bitch going crazy with your cock...”, she murmured me, while offering me her tits again, I sucked her nipples the way she taught me, the way she turns on. Meanwhile, Nora took my hard cock into her pussy and impale herself with it. My cock slide easily into her twat. Was because of that lube or her lover’s (her boss?) cum I found? As Nora never does, she rode my cock furiously. Up and down.
We fucked like maniacs. Our sex used to be slow and erotic. Nora had learned it in her yoga classes and imposed this way on our bed. In order to “for every second we loved each other more than ever” as she said, “in sake for a long-lasting marriage”.
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This time was utterly different... she was…animal and sexual. She impaled herself to my cock as with a supreme act of ire. Slamming my cock backwards with her powerful hips. She was throwing so much shade and talking dirty. I'd heard nothing like it, especially not from a white suburban wife like her.
Wasn’t it hot? Wasn’t it sexy? Of course it was! I loved it! She kept her eyes shut. Up to I cum inside. “Give it to me, fucker!”, Nora said as if she were a common harlot on the street. Not my classy, shy, young puritan wife, not anymore.
Meanwhile, I had ruined any potential evidence of Nora cheating me. Foreign cum into her pussy? Such is the ultimate proof of adultery (as we had not intercourse in weeks), right? Lube or cum, it all mixed with my own hot sperm.
But I didn’t care, as it was an excellent fuck. I got so relaxed and released. But Nora wasn’t.
“Look asshole!” Nora shouted crudely, while releasing her pussy from my used and bland cock out her twat.
“Look asshole, NOW I have cum in my cunny, you fucker!” And she spit on my cock disdainfully and went to the shower, alone. Nora detached her pussy so easily from me. I remembered the hookers I had bed during my single life.
Where did she learn to give a so good animal sex? and the previous blowjob? I wonder now, but back then I just was worried about appeasing my angry, pretty wife.
I dared to peek into the bathroom where my wife was. I opened the door while Nora was showering. Her beautiful body was almost completely visible to me through the translucent glass. It was only a little blurry.
She was washing her pussy. She was concentrating on washing her genitals, while the steam came out of the shower like a cloud, a warm, wet mist. Nora was holding something in her hand. Was my wife removing all the cum I had just injected into her warm belly? Was she discarding it all? Yes, my cum was dripping down in a milky trickle mixed with pressurized water. Like if it was any filth. She knew very well how to do it. Where did she learn? Why was she doing it? Suddenly, she noticed my presence.
Hold on, I’m not done yet! Out!” Nora yelled, serious and firm. “I wanted to apologize...” I started, but Nora threw me out. “Get the hell out, you fucker!”
I waited for her in the living room, but my wife left the house without bother noticing me trying to talk to her.
Acceptance
“Let’s go out, there’s no one around,” I suggested. Kissing her lips, Nora laughed. “If anyone we know sees us, they will say I’m a fucking hotwife,” she joked.
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We went to our favorite cafe, sitting down in a corner. I poured us some coffee, and we talked about nothing important: about the contracts, her job. About the money. And Nora told me the truth: she was sick of our boring lifestyle. Our sex life had not been satisfying and the stress from work was suffocating her. We had had recent horny talks about “driving each other to fuck”. We did fantasize about fucking other women. About cheating on our boss and “anything” that brought us pleasure and excitement. Nora was ready for “anything”, no longer afraid of anything, no longer content with the life we had.
A sassy fat girl with a fashionable scarf walking in front of us interrupted our gossip, halting and looking at us. The hot bitch had a face of an angel and sparkling black eyes, a narrow thin nose and a perfect pair of red lips. “I’ll kiss ya,” the babe said and Nora pretended she was a horny bitch and kissed her. I lifted my arms, pulling the scarf out of her hair. While she tasted my wife’s tongue, my hand groped the bitch’s fat arse.
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