My Joy
I'm Nikos, 41 years old, married to Chara – hence the nickname – three years younger than me. Thirteen years together plus 2 years of dating. Still, and forever, in love. Always free in our sexual views.
Or rather, lies, in the beginning it wasn't like that – it doesn't really matter – we enjoyed and continue to enjoy our love with our whole being.
I'm a freelancer, average appearance, normal height, a bit plump.
My profession often keeps me longer than normal hours. So it was today. I was late getting home. Past 6 in the evening.
As soon as I opened the door, the warmth of the house energized me.
- My Chara. I called out.
- Yes, love! I heard the voice of my Charoula.
And immediately she appeared at the far end of the living room.
Ethereal, sensual, provocatively dressed, as almost always. Her lips fleshy, red with a smile that betrayed the horniness she hid inside.
- I'm late. My work… - I started to justify my delay.
- It's okay, my Nikos... are you tired?
- My Chara, alone since the morning…
- Don't worry, I had company until just a little while ago. She said and a sly smile etched her lips.
- I suppose it was...?
- Yes. No suppositions, it was Petros here.
- And?
- What you suppose. A few games, a blowjob, nothing more. We were waiting for you, you were late, he left. That was all!
- Love, you're making me jealous. Did you have a good time?
She leaned on my chest, looked at me tenderly.
- Don't you think something was left half-done? She says to me.
A quick peck on her lips. A smile and I wait for the continuation.
- Love, I want you. Before anything else, I want you.
I expected it. But I wanted her too. My imagination brought before me Petros's beautiful cock disappearing into my Chara's mouth. Sometimes her passionately licking it and sometimes it going in slowly and deep until her throat.
And my own cock started to grow. I wanted her!!
- Today I want you wild, hard.
I understood. My Charoula usually preferred tender, full of caresses and kisses lovemaking. But today she wanted it wild. She was particularly horny. Good for Petros.
I went to the bar. Opened a whiskey. Filled a glass. I was standing next to the sofa. She approached me. She turned her little head back coquettishly.
- Give me a sip, my big-dicked man.
I filled my mouth. I bent over her. I approached hers. With a kiss I emptied the hot liquid into her. She played with it for a bit and returned the kiss to me. The liquid kept changing mouths. Our tongues hot and wet began a crazy game of pleasure.
Her breathing kept getting stronger. I laid her on the sofa. I pulled down her little dress, and began an endless pussy licking.
My tongue, sometimes up and down her beautiful pussy lips, sometimes around and around her excited clit – which horniness made look like a little cock – and sometimes deep inside her pink, shaved – always – pussy. I would stop, dip my tongue in the whiskey and continue the hot game. Her horniness kept growing.
- Lick my pussy, my stud. Make this slut horny.
And again:
- Mommy, look at your little girl getting fucked.
I don't know why every time she got horny she called out for her mother!!!
- Fuck me. I want your big cock inside me. Give it to me.
She sprang up, grabbed my cock and wrapped it with her fleshy lips.
I pulled it back. I dipped it in the glass with the whiskey and returned it to her hot and swollen. A crazy blowjob that took me to peaks of pleasure. It wasn't unprecedented. My Chara's blowjob – whether tender or wild like now – was always wonderful. A woman made for beautiful blowjobs.
She took the glass with the whiskey. Emptied it over my cockhead. A flame wrapped my cock and along with it, me.
- Mommy… look at your little blowjob-loving girl.
She shouted and continued.
She descended to my asshole. I felt her hot tongue playing with my asshole. The whiskey did its job. The swelling made my cock almost break.
- Fuck me, I'm going to fuck your asshole. My little faggot!
With a tender movement she puts her drink-dipped finger into my asshole.
- Your little slut fucks you, fuck me.
- Enough!!! I'm going to cum, you slut. Enough!
- She pulls back. Strokes her shaved pussy. Pink, wet, horny, it asks for my cock. She wants my cock deep inside it.
- And now fuck me, fuck me, like I fucked you.
She dips my already burning cock into the hot liquid. Slowly-slowly she sits on it.
It goes inside her. The pleasure makes her tremble.
- Fuck my pussy, fuck me. Fuck it. Look mommy at your daughter the slut. Look how they fuck her big pussy.
Me on my back and her riding up and down on my cock. I went in and out of her with force. Her voice kept getting stronger. Sometimes she shouted for me, her fucker, and sometimes for her mommy to see how her pussy gets fucked. I couldn't take it anymore.
- My love, I'm cumming!!! I can't take it, my slut.
She pulled away quickly. Lunged at my cock. Grabbed it deep in her mouth. A strong "YESsssss!!!" came out of my mouth. My balls sent the thick liquid forcefully into her mouth. Her face took on a sweet expression of calm. I calmed down. My Charoula played for a few minutes with my liquid-covered cockhead. She brought her mouth close to mine. Our lips joined in a tender game. I felt the salty taste of my sperm on my tongue, which was licking Chara's lips.
- Love, you killed me… I whispered to her. I wanted to fuck your ass too. I didn't make it.
She didn't speak.
- Did you like it? I asked her.
- I wanted it in my ass too…
I looked at her guiltily. I caressed her breast.
- It's okay… next time you'll only fuck my ass.
She told me jokingly.
She rested her head on my chest. We stayed like that. Calm.
After a wild fuck, a tender embrace that binds our love.
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