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You rapidly flick through the channels trying to find your wife, impatiently clicking through the cameras until you stumble across her standing in the kitchen. Her back is towards you, but you've still got a great view. She's wearing tight grey yoga pants that show off her ass and a teal sports tank top that would've given an impressive view of her cleavage if she was turned around.
You rapidly flick through the channels trying to find your wife, impatiently clicking through the cameras until you stumble across her standing in the kitchen. Her back is towards you, but you've still got a great view. She's wearing tight grey yoga pants that show off her ass and a teal sports tank top that would've given an impressive view of her cleavage if she was turned around.
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Shaun is nowhere to be seen. You flick open your phone: 12:30. You didn't tell Shaun to head over until 14:00. You sigh, grumbling to yourself about the wait. For the first time since this morning, you realize how tired you are. You'd almost forgotten how early you woke up and how much you'd already done today. But your body is starting to remember how little sleep you had. Your eyes begin to pull themselves closed. Two hours, you think to yourself, enough time for a quick nap.  
Shaun is nowhere to be seen. You flick open your phone: 12:30. You didn't tell Shaun to head over until 14:00. You sigh, grumbling to yourself about the wait. For the first time since this morning, you realize how tired you are. You'd almost forgotten how early you woke up and how much you'd already done today. But your body is starting to remember how little sleep you had. Your eyes begin to pull themselves closed. Two hours, you think to yourself, enough time for a quick nap.  
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Somewhere in the distance a doorbell rings. You hear footsteps and a door open.
Somewhere in the distance a doorbell rings. You hear footsteps and a door open.
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"Hi, Mrs. Taylor," says a boys voice.  
"Hi, Mrs. Taylor," says a boys voice.  
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"Oh, uh, hi Shaun." Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to switch the channels. You find your wife with her back to you standing in the open door. Her arm is folded up over her chest shielding any view of her cleavage. She looks nervous.
"Oh, uh, hi Shaun." Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to switch the channels. You find your wife with her back to you standing in the open door. Her arm is folded up over her chest shielding any view of her cleavage. She looks nervous.
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"I thought that maybe you could use some help around the ---" Shaun begin.
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"I thought that maybe you could use some help around the ---"
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"Shaun. I, look, I know what you want. That, that was a one time thing though. It shouldn't have even happened." she cut him off.
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"Shaun. I, look, I know what you want. That, that was a one time thing though. It shouldn't have even happened."  
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"Oh." Shaun is going to give up and go home. You should have expected it. Your wife wasn't going to do anything without your prompting. "I know that Mrs. Taylor. I'm not here for that."
"Oh." Shaun is going to give up and go home. You should have expected it. Your wife wasn't going to do anything without your prompting. "I know that Mrs. Taylor. I'm not here for that."
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"You aren't?" The disbelief in your wife's voice is overwhelming.
"You aren't?" The disbelief in your wife's voice is overwhelming.
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"No, I know, you're married and you're, like, way out of my league anyway. I just thought you could use some help around the house." When your wife doesn't respond, Shaun continues, "I figure I sort of owe you. I wasn't having a good day yesterday. You made me feel good about myself. I've got to thank you for that."
"No, I know, you're married and you're, like, way out of my league anyway. I just thought you could use some help around the house." When your wife doesn't respond, Shaun continues, "I figure I sort of owe you. I wasn't having a good day yesterday. You made me feel good about myself. I've got to thank you for that."
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"Shaun, please, don't mention it. . . . But really, I'm fine. I don't need any help around the house today. I'm just going to clean up." Your wife still sounds nervous.
"Shaun, please, don't mention it. . . . But really, I'm fine. I don't need any help around the house today. I'm just going to clean up." Your wife still sounds nervous.
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"Mrs. Taylor, I've got nothing else to do. And I want to help." He pauses. "Really, I do get it. It was a zero time thing." He winks.
"Mrs. Taylor, I've got nothing else to do. And I want to help." He pauses. "Really, I do get it. It was a zero time thing." He winks.
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"Alright, fine, I guess I could use some help. As long as you get that nothings happening." Your wife motions Shaun in and turns to head back into the house. As soon as her back is turned, you watch as Shaun's face lights up into a smile and his eyes dart down checking out your wife's ass.
"Alright, fine, I guess I could use some help. As long as you get that nothings happening." Your wife motions Shaun in and turns to head back into the house. As soon as her back is turned, you watch as Shaun's face lights up into a smile and his eyes dart down checking out your wife's ass.
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They spend the next two hours doing work around the house. You were furious. Apart from Shaun grazing your wife's arm, putting his hand on her back, or staring at her whenever she was been over there was nothing. You thought you caught your wife checking Shaun out a few times, but you quickly dismissed it. Why would she check him out? Sure Shaun was good looking enough for a 17 year old but your wife had you. Maybe you were getting a little old, but you still managed to keep in shape.  
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They spend the next two hours doing work around the house. You were furious. Apart from Shaun grazing your wife's arm, putting his hand on her back, or staring at her whenever she was been over there was nothing. You thought you caught your wife checking Shaun out a few times, but you quickly dismissed it. Why would she check him out? Sure Shaun was good looking enough for a 17 year old but your wife had you. Maybe you were getting a little older, but you still managed to keep in shape.  
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"Alright, that's enough, I'm done. Too sore," your wife says as she plops onto the living room sofa. "Thank you for your help Shaun," your wife says in a tone that clearly suggests it's time for him to go.
"Alright, that's enough, I'm done. Too sore," your wife says as she plops onto the living room sofa. "Thank you for your help Shaun," your wife says in a tone that clearly suggests it's time for him to go.
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"You're welcome, Mrs. Taylor. It was my pleasure." You sigh as Shaun starts to head to the door. All that work, all that pent up horniness for nothing. You're too busy grumbling to yourself to notice that Shaun wasn't actually heading to the front door. He walks behind the couch and pauses for a second. Then slowly he reaches his hands out and puts them on your wife's shoulders.  
"You're welcome, Mrs. Taylor. It was my pleasure." You sigh as Shaun starts to head to the door. All that work, all that pent up horniness for nothing. You're too busy grumbling to yourself to notice that Shaun wasn't actually heading to the front door. He walks behind the couch and pauses for a second. Then slowly he reaches his hands out and puts them on your wife's shoulders.  
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"Shaun?" your wife said with a hint of alarm in her voice.
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"Shaun?"
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"Yeah, Mrs. Taylor?" he says as he starts to massage his fingers into her shoulders.
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"I told you that was a --" Your wife's protests are cutoff by a deep moan. "a one time --" Shaun pushes his thumbs into the base of her neck and starts making small circles and your wife moans again.
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"Yeah, Mrs. Taylor?" he says as he starts to massage his fingers into her shoulders.  
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"I know Mrs. Taylor, it was a one time thing. This is just a massage though. You said you were sore. I can stop." He pauses. Time seems to be barely trudging forward.  
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"No, it's fine, as long as --" His hands started moving as soon as she said fine. It didn't take long before she moaned again. "I haven't had a good massage in a long time." Bullshit, you think, you gave her a massage last week. The way she's moaning though, you think Shaun may know a thing or two about massages.
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"I told you that was a --" Your wife's protests are cutoff by a deep moan. "a one time --" Shaun pushes his thumbs into the base of her neck and starts making small circles and your wife moans again.  
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Shaun's hands start to slide across your wife's shoulders and down her arms then back up again. He slides them forward to the front of her shoulders and she moans again. You watch as he digs his fingers into her shoulder blades and you hear your wife moan deeply once more.  
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"Mrs. Taylor?" he ask.
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"I know Mrs. Taylor, it was a one time thing. This is just a massage though. You said you were sore. I can stop." He pauses. Time seems to be barely trudging forward.  
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"Janine." she reply.
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"Uh, I think, I think your bra is in the way. They say you're supposed to do this without stuff in the way." When your wife doesn't immediately respond, Shaun darts on, "If it feels good, that's fine though. I don't want to -- " Shaun stops as your wife pulls her shirt over her head and throws it on the ground. She unclips her bra and lets it slide down to the floor, as she carefully positions her arm to cover her nipples.
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"No, it's fine, as long as --" His hands started moving as soon as she said fine. It didn't take long before she moaned again. "I haven't had a good massage in a long time." Bullshit, you think, you gave her a massage last week. The way she's moaning though, you think Shaun may know a thing or two about massages.  
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"If they say this makes it feel better, then who am I to argue," your wife giggles. Shaun's hands go back to work. He slides them down her back and up again, running his fingers along her spine. He moves them down her arms, letting the tips of his fingers lightly graze the sides of her breasts. You're not sure what you find harder to believe, how much he's making her moan or how she seems like putty in his hands. You watch as Shaun slides his hands over her shoulders and down the arm covering her nipples. He slides his hands along it, rubbing the edges of your wife's breasts. She moans again. He grabs her fingers and pulls them up to his face. He kisses them while the other hand starts to rub her nipples in slow circles.  
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"Mrs. Taylor, you have incredible breasts."
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Shaun's hands start to slide across your wife's shoulders and down her arms then back up again. He slides them forward to the front of her shoulders and she moans again. You watch as he digs his fingers into her shoulder blades and you hear your wife moan deeply once more.  
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"But Shaun -- " She moans. "You can barely see them from over there." Your wife stands up and turns to face Shaun. She wraps her hands around his head and pulls him into a kiss. Your wife is kissing him and moaning into it. He slides his hands around her, letting one drop to her ass.  
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"Mmm, Mrs. Taylor, that's nice too." He spanks it. Your wife pulls away from the kiss. Dammit. It's over, your know how much your wife hates being spanked. She walks around the couch and you know there is going to be a slap coming. Instead, she leans on her tip toes and whispers something into his ear. Shaun smiles and nods his head. She grabs his hand and pulls him up the stairs.
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"Mrs. Taylor?"
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By the time you've switched the channel to the bedroom, your wife's pants are off and she's sitting on the edge of your bed. Shaun's standing in front of her, her hands sliding over his clothes. She pulls his shirt off.
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"Oh god, you stay in shape. How is there no one your age taking you every day," your wife says sultrily. Shaun blushes and your wife giggles again. "Mmm, that's just too adorable." She slides her hands down his chest and to his pants. The belt and button are undone faster than you knew was possible and pretty soon your wife has Shaun's pants around his ankles. She starts rubbing the bulge in his boxers. "Mmm, someone is eager to see me again." She winks. Shaun pushes her down onto the bed.
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"Janine."
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"Someone is eager to do something more than see you." He pulls your wife's thong off and kneels in front of her. He inhales deeply. "God Mrs. Taylor, you smell incredible. I can't wait to taste you." He slides his tongue slowly around the edges of your wife's dripping wet pussy. Then he kisses along her leg. Then her other leg. He kisses her stomach.
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"OOooo, fuck you. Eat me, eat me, I need to feel your tongue inside me." My god, you've never heard your wife sound like such a slut before. Your wife screams as Shaun shoves his tongue into her. He wraps his hands around her ass and pulls her pussy closer into his mouth. He licks and laps and slides two fingers into her. "Ooh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes, yes, there, there!" Shaun takes the instructions to heart and attacks her clit with fervor. He circles his tongue around it, flicks it and sucks it. Your wife can't stop moaning. "Oh, god, I'm going to cummmmmmmm!" He doesn't stop. He just pulls her in closer and laps it up.
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"Uh, I think, I think your bra is in the way. They say you're supposed to do this without stuff in the way." When your wife doesn't immediately respond, Shaun darts on, "If it feels good, that's fine though. I don't want to -- " Shaun stops as your wife pulls her shirt over her head and throws it on the ground. She unclips her bra and lets it slide down to the floor, as she carefully positions her arm to cover her nipples.
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"Mmmm, Mrs. Taylor, you taste great," Shaun says as he pulls his head out from between her legs. "I bet you feel --" You watch as Shaun
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pulls his boxers off. Your wife's eyes are still closed. "-- even better this way." He slides the tip of his dick across her pussy.  
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"Shaun, wait, no -" He pushes the rest of the way inside of her. "Oh, god, you're so big. Oh god, even Jared wasn't as big as you." Your wife looks up at him. "Well? Are you going to show me you know how to use it?" Shaun smiles. He pulls almost all of the way out.
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"If they say this makes it feel better, then who am I to argue," your wife giggles. Shaun's hands go back to work. He slides them down her back and up again, running his fingers along her spine. He moves them down her arms, letting the tips of his fingers lightly graze the sides of her breasts. You're not sure what you find harder to believe, how much he's making her moan or how she seems like putty in his hands. You watch as Shaun slides his hands over her shoulders and down the arm covering her nipples. He slides his hands along it, rubbing the edges of your wife's breasts. She moans again. He grabs her fingers and pulls them up to his face. He kisses them while the other hand starts to rub her nipples in slow circles.  
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"I thought I heard you say no. And no means no." he tease.
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"Oh, fuck you." she pout. He slides just a little further in, then pulls back.
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"No means no, Mrs. Taylor." Shaun continuous to tease your wife.
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"Mrs. Taylor, you have incredible breasts."
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"Oh, god, just fuck me. Fuck me. I need you. Fill my pussy. Fuck me." she plead.
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"As long as it's not a one time thing." He slides his dick halfway inside of her. "I'd hate to never be able to fuck you again." He pulls out.
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"But Shaun -- " She moans. "You can barely see them from over there." Your wife stands up and turns to face Shaun. She wraps her hands around his head and pulls him into a kiss. Your wife is kissing him and moaning into it. He slides his hands around her, letting one drop to her ass.  
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"Yes, oh yes, please, just fuck me. We can do it again." she beg.
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"I don't know Mrs. Taylor. You said that last night. Then today you said it shouldn't have happened." He pauses. "I think you really want it though. You're a slut and you just need this big cock. Your husband not good enough?" Fucking bastard. You're ten times the man he is.
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"OH FUCK! I'm a slut. I'm your slut and I need your big cock. My husband's dick is so small compared to you. I need yours. Fuck me. Please, fuck your slut." Shaun slams into her.
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"Mmm, Mrs. Taylor, that's nice too." He spanks it. Your wife pulls away from the kiss. Dammit. It's over, your know how much your wife hates being spanked. She walks around the couch and you know there is going to be a slap coming.
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Current revision as of 07:59, 31 May 2015

You rapidly flick through the channels trying to find your wife, impatiently clicking through the cameras until you stumble across her standing in the kitchen. Her back is towards you, but you've still got a great view. She's wearing tight grey yoga pants that show off her ass and a teal sports tank top that would've given an impressive view of her cleavage if she was turned around.

Shaun is nowhere to be seen. You flick open your phone: 12:30. You didn't tell Shaun to head over until 14:00. You sigh, grumbling to yourself about the wait. For the first time since this morning, you realize how tired you are. You'd almost forgotten how early you woke up and how much you'd already done today. But your body is starting to remember how little sleep you had. Your eyes begin to pull themselves closed. Two hours, you think to yourself, enough time for a quick nap.

Somewhere in the distance a doorbell rings. You hear footsteps and a door open.

"Hi, Mrs. Taylor," says a boys voice.

"Oh, uh, hi Shaun." Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to switch the channels. You find your wife with her back to you standing in the open door. Her arm is folded up over her chest shielding any view of her cleavage. She looks nervous.

"I thought that maybe you could use some help around the ---" Shaun begin.

"Shaun. I, look, I know what you want. That, that was a one time thing though. It shouldn't have even happened." she cut him off.

"Oh." Shaun is going to give up and go home. You should have expected it. Your wife wasn't going to do anything without your prompting. "I know that Mrs. Taylor. I'm not here for that."

"You aren't?" The disbelief in your wife's voice is overwhelming.

"No, I know, you're married and you're, like, way out of my league anyway. I just thought you could use some help around the house." When your wife doesn't respond, Shaun continues, "I figure I sort of owe you. I wasn't having a good day yesterday. You made me feel good about myself. I've got to thank you for that."

"Shaun, please, don't mention it. . . . But really, I'm fine. I don't need any help around the house today. I'm just going to clean up." Your wife still sounds nervous.

"Mrs. Taylor, I've got nothing else to do. And I want to help." He pauses. "Really, I do get it. It was a zero time thing." He winks.

"Alright, fine, I guess I could use some help. As long as you get that nothings happening." Your wife motions Shaun in and turns to head back into the house. As soon as her back is turned, you watch as Shaun's face lights up into a smile and his eyes dart down checking out your wife's ass.

They spend the next two hours doing work around the house. You were furious. Apart from Shaun grazing your wife's arm, putting his hand on her back, or staring at her whenever she was been over there was nothing. You thought you caught your wife checking Shaun out a few times, but you quickly dismissed it. Why would she check him out? Sure Shaun was good looking enough for a 17 year old but your wife had you. Maybe you were getting a little old, but you still managed to keep in shape.

"Alright, that's enough, I'm done. Too sore," your wife says as she plops onto the living room sofa. "Thank you for your help Shaun," your wife says in a tone that clearly suggests it's time for him to go.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Taylor. It was my pleasure." You sigh as Shaun starts to head to the door. All that work, all that pent up horniness for nothing. You're too busy grumbling to yourself to notice that Shaun wasn't actually heading to the front door. He walks behind the couch and pauses for a second. Then slowly he reaches his hands out and puts them on your wife's shoulders.

"Shaun?" your wife said with a hint of alarm in her voice.

"Yeah, Mrs. Taylor?" he says as he starts to massage his fingers into her shoulders.

"I told you that was a --" Your wife's protests are cutoff by a deep moan. "a one time --" Shaun pushes his thumbs into the base of her neck and starts making small circles and your wife moans again.

"I know Mrs. Taylor, it was a one time thing. This is just a massage though. You said you were sore. I can stop." He pauses. Time seems to be barely trudging forward.

"No, it's fine, as long as --" His hands started moving as soon as she said fine. It didn't take long before she moaned again. "I haven't had a good massage in a long time." Bullshit, you think, you gave her a massage last week. The way she's moaning though, you think Shaun may know a thing or two about massages.

Shaun's hands start to slide across your wife's shoulders and down her arms then back up again. He slides them forward to the front of her shoulders and she moans again. You watch as he digs his fingers into her shoulder blades and you hear your wife moan deeply once more.

"Mrs. Taylor?" he ask.

"Janine." she reply.

"Uh, I think, I think your bra is in the way. They say you're supposed to do this without stuff in the way." When your wife doesn't immediately respond, Shaun darts on, "If it feels good, that's fine though. I don't want to -- " Shaun stops as your wife pulls her shirt over her head and throws it on the ground. She unclips her bra and lets it slide down to the floor, as she carefully positions her arm to cover her nipples.

"If they say this makes it feel better, then who am I to argue," your wife giggles. Shaun's hands go back to work. He slides them down her back and up again, running his fingers along her spine. He moves them down her arms, letting the tips of his fingers lightly graze the sides of her breasts. You're not sure what you find harder to believe, how much he's making her moan or how she seems like putty in his hands. You watch as Shaun slides his hands over her shoulders and down the arm covering her nipples. He slides his hands along it, rubbing the edges of your wife's breasts. She moans again. He grabs her fingers and pulls them up to his face. He kisses them while the other hand starts to rub her nipples in slow circles.

"Mrs. Taylor, you have incredible breasts."

"But Shaun -- " She moans. "You can barely see them from over there." Your wife stands up and turns to face Shaun. She wraps her hands around his head and pulls him into a kiss. Your wife is kissing him and moaning into it. He slides his hands around her, letting one drop to her ass.

"Mmm, Mrs. Taylor, that's nice too." He spanks it. Your wife pulls away from the kiss. Dammit. It's over, your know how much your wife hates being spanked. She walks around the couch and you know there is going to be a slap coming. Instead, she leans on her tip toes and whispers something into his ear. Shaun smiles and nods his head. She grabs his hand and pulls him up the stairs.

By the time you've switched the channel to the bedroom, your wife's pants are off and she's sitting on the edge of your bed. Shaun's standing in front of her, her hands sliding over his clothes. She pulls his shirt off.

"Oh god, you stay in shape. How is there no one your age taking you every day," your wife says sultrily. Shaun blushes and your wife giggles again. "Mmm, that's just too adorable." She slides her hands down his chest and to his pants. The belt and button are undone faster than you knew was possible and pretty soon your wife has Shaun's pants around his ankles. She starts rubbing the bulge in his boxers. "Mmm, someone is eager to see me again." She winks. Shaun pushes her down onto the bed.

"Someone is eager to do something more than see you." He pulls your wife's thong off and kneels in front of her. He inhales deeply. "God Mrs. Taylor, you smell incredible. I can't wait to taste you." He slides his tongue slowly around the edges of your wife's dripping wet pussy. Then he kisses along her leg. Then her other leg. He kisses her stomach.

"OOooo, fuck you. Eat me, eat me, I need to feel your tongue inside me." My god, you've never heard your wife sound like such a slut before. Your wife screams as Shaun shoves his tongue into her. He wraps his hands around her ass and pulls her pussy closer into his mouth. He licks and laps and slides two fingers into her. "Ooh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes, yes, there, there!" Shaun takes the instructions to heart and attacks her clit with fervor. He circles his tongue around it, flicks it and sucks it. Your wife can't stop moaning. "Oh, god, I'm going to cummmmmmmm!" He doesn't stop. He just pulls her in closer and laps it up.

"Mmmm, Mrs. Taylor, you taste great," Shaun says as he pulls his head out from between her legs. "I bet you feel --" You watch as Shaun pulls his boxers off. Your wife's eyes are still closed. "-- even better this way." He slides the tip of his dick across her pussy.

"Shaun, wait, no -" He pushes the rest of the way inside of her. "Oh, god, you're so big. Oh god, even Jared wasn't as big as you." Your wife looks up at him. "Well? Are you going to show me you know how to use it?" Shaun smiles. He pulls almost all of the way out.

"I thought I heard you say no. And no means no." he tease.

"Oh, fuck you." she pout. He slides just a little further in, then pulls back.

"No means no, Mrs. Taylor." Shaun continuous to tease your wife.

"Oh, god, just fuck me. Fuck me. I need you. Fill my pussy. Fuck me." she plead.

"As long as it's not a one time thing." He slides his dick halfway inside of her. "I'd hate to never be able to fuck you again." He pulls out.

"Yes, oh yes, please, just fuck me. We can do it again." she beg.

"I don't know Mrs. Taylor. You said that last night. Then today you said it shouldn't have happened." He pauses. "I think you really want it though. You're a slut and you just need this big cock. Your husband not good enough?" Fucking bastard. You're ten times the man he is.

"OH FUCK! I'm a slut. I'm your slut and I need your big cock. My husband's dick is so small compared to you. I need yours. Fuck me. Please, fuck your slut." Shaun slams into her.

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