He sat across the room facing us. His wife knelt on the opposite edge of the bed on all fours facing him. I stood behind her, focused on her delicious curves and sensuous lingerie.
She knew black lace stockings and garters were my kryptonite, and tonight, she was dressed to thrill. I could see he was as excited as I was as he adjusted himself in the chair. But sadly, I couldn’t see the reaction on her face as I drew my hands across her hips and up her spine. But as she lowered her head to the bed, I could see the gooseflesh on her back in the light from the lamp on the bedside table, and I surmised I was caressing all the right places.
I weaved my fingers into her hair at the base of her neck and felt her body go limp. She pushed her hips back towards me, searching for my cock. With her hair in my fist, I turned her head to face her husband and then with my free hand, I pulled her panties aside and eased my throbbing cock inside her.
She had never had another lover besides her husband, but I made sure her time with me would be filled with the best memories imaginable. We lost count how many times she lost control before she collapsed on the bed, trembling and begging for a break. The way her husband cradled her head in his lap and reassured her of his love was something of a true and deep love story.
When she caught her breath I asked if she was ready for her birthday spankings and she blushed while biting her bottom lip. I surpassed the number that told of her youth, but she didn’t seem to mind. And when I slid my fingers between her lips, my suspicions were confirmed … not only was she enjoying the attention from her new-found lover, but this was indeed her best birthday ever. Her words, not mine. 😉
