She stood naked drying her long chestnut hair with the blow dryer. She applied a dusting of power across her cheek and dark mascara on her lashes. Then she painted her lips with a deep rose, much the color of her pussy lips swollen with desire. She dressed carefully, she chose an aqua blue bra and panty set that she had picked out for her husband to buy for her on their anniversary. It turned out that he was too shy to go into the store and buy them so she had to. She slipped on the aqua panties over her curvy hips and full ass. She leaned forward and let her breast lay high in the demi cups. Then she heard the doorbell. She grabbed her black silk robe and casually wrapped it around her body and went to answer the door. She hesitated for one minute and finally thought I can’t live another moment without this and opened the door.
A young man, in his late twenties about 6’4” with a sandy colored crew cut came in the door and introduced himself as Mike. Mike had the air of an ex football player with cool blue eyes and a thick neck and arms. Then he introduced his coworker who stood in the doorway behind him, Jerry. Jerry was younger than Mike, lean and muscular with dark skin the color of milky coffee. Both men had matching light blue polo shirts on with the logo of the window company on their left breast.
She led them into the formal living room with its creamy colored micro fiber couches. As the men walked down the hall way she thought she saw them give each other a look. Mike began pulling brochures out of his briefcase and laying them on the coffee table. The wife slipped from her chair and kneeled in front of the coffee table at Mike’s feet and began reviewing them. Her robe gaped forward and her aqua push up bra was displayed. She leaned forward so that the pale flesh of her breasts curved toward the young men’s eyes. She chewed on her lip and pretended to review the papers and tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs. She shifted and let the silk robe slip off one shoulder. She heard both men draw in deep breaths. From her place on the floor in front of them she turned toward where they both sat and looked up at them. Her intent was clear. Jerry turned to Mike and said, “I don’t think she really interested in our windows”. “I’m not.” She replied.
She placed both hands on Mike’s knees and started inching up between his legs, he leaned back in the chair and let his thighs flop wide. “Have at it lady.” She removed his cock from his pants and was not disappointed. It was similar to the cocks of her dreams, thick and veiny, not too long. She began sucking, inhaling the pungent scent of masculinity. It throbbed against her tongue, her earlier life of expert cock sucking in the dark hallways of clubs and brightly lit penthouse apartments quickly came back to her. Drool oozed from around her lips and coated the shaft of his virile cock. He groaned and said to Jerry “this is our lucky day.” She let her eyes dart over to Jerry and saw that he sat with his dark cock already in his fist, perfect in proportions, its nine-ish inches almost an exact replica of the black dildo she kept in the attic in the box marked Nana Betty’s Good China. She had to taste it. Her robe fell to the floor and she positioned herself in front of Jerry and opened her mouth into an O and put her hands behind him, and pulled him forward so that his cock slid easily into her mouth. She was offering her wet orifice for his effortless thrusts. Mike began sliding his large hands into the cups of her bra, pinching and tweaking her nipples under his callused fingers. She whimpered ravenously as Jerry began his rhythmic stabs into her juicy throat. Her bra pushed down, her large full breasts swayed as Jerry rocked her body back and forth. Mike stepped out of his pants and moved behind her, easily lifting her petite frame, raising her hips so she stood, bent over, her legs and torso making an L. Mike leaned forward, his massive body dwarfing hers, his thick cock pulsating against her ass as he cupped and squeezed her tits; she began bucking against him, wanting to feel him slip inside. She begging onto the cock lodged in her throat, vibrating her need. Mike fascinated by her ample breasts ignored her grinding and moaning and instead moved beneath her to wrap his lips around the full curve of her breast and began drawing her nipple deep into his mouth. He suckled, it was just like her dream, she felt her pussy tighten, and the waves wash over her belly, and she screamed the delicious rapture of release. Both men slightly shocked by her intensity, paused and let her paroxysms subside.