i know she likes to play a certain way when she dresses like this, when she flitters around the kitchen in her fancy dresses and her stockings, her hair curled over her shoulders.
and i like it too, like to watch the material fall over her hips and the playful sway of that perfect ass. and i feel big and butch, a little mean, but only like this - it’s still tender, and i catch her smile before i catch her around the hips.
“hmm, you’re my good little housewife aren’t you?” i ask, and feel under her skirt. no underwear, of course, prepared like i am. except where she has nothing under her clothes, i packed an extra something.
she’s wet already. either from warming herself up before i got home, or just from dressing up and feeling warm under my stare.
either way, it gets me hot. she scarcely murmurs her affirmative reply before i bend her over the table.
“that’s it, be a lady,” i tease, pushing her legs apart and unbuckling my belt. she tenses but makes a happy noise at the clinking sound, and that sound turns to a pleased hum when i run my fingers into her hair. i gather a few soft curls, fist sharply at the scalp, and hold her hips steady. i wet my hand and run it over my cock, then nudge the head against the lips of her pussy.
“is this what you wanted?” i ask, and slide right in, because i know the answer. she gasps and huffs and i know she clenches around me by the sound she makes and how she arches her back. “such a good little housewife, taking care of me, and taking my cock when i need her to, hm?”
she does take me, every inch, and she grips the table edge and makes a slew of pretty noises while i fuck her. it’s not enough to get me off, not at this vantage, and i know she needs to rub her clit to finish. but it’s fun anyway, and i know it makes her feel so achingly good, to hit those sweet places she can’t reach on her own.
i jerk up her hips so her toes barely touch the ground. she’s in my complete control, that soft pussy stuffed so full of unrelenting and forever hard butch cock. i could stay inside her all night, happily fucking away until she was come-drunk and achey and clawing at the table.
but i want to come. i’m so close, my cock driving hard against me with every deep push inside her. a few more strokes and i slip out, much to her whimpering protestation.
“shhhh, none of that,” i whisper sweetly, and lift her up, kissing along her neck. “on your knees, love. you just look so pretty. i want to see your face and come in that pretty mouth. no, you don’t need to talk, just nod okay.”
she does nod, and sinks easily to her knees, still a bit wobbly from fucking. i sit back on the discarded kitchen chair and part my knees so she can fit between. my cock is slick with her wetness, and the sight of it bobbing near her mouth almost makes me come, just like that.
but i want to hold out, make it fun for her too, play our game. so i grab my phone and tell her i have some e-mails to check, some bills to look over, some statements to read. to be a good girl and suck my cock while i work.
i keep a hand on my thigh and scroll my phone with the other. that free hand soon jumps into her hair, because she always takes me just right. i look down at her, her perfect pink lips stretched around my wet cock. she moans just a little and looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes, her gaze heady and hot. i’m sure i return the expression, cursing and squeezing my phone tight.
“that’s it,” i say, knowing i’m close, “keep sucking, baby. that’s my pretty little housewife.”
she moans again and i echo the sound, bucking my hips instinctively when i come for her. my cock bobs further past her lips but she takes it, her eyes glittery and lips a beautiful ravaged red when i finally slip out.
“fuck,” i curse again, and slip my foot under her. i nudge her bare pussy with my boot and she makes another pretty sound. “get yourself off, baby, let me see you come.” i know she already has my boot soaked, and she glides over the leather easily, holding my leg and looking up at me. her cheeks are flushed and her hair is messy, and god i want to kiss her.
i play our game for now, and reach down to tear open her dress. there are more pretty sounds from somewhere low in her throat as she grinds down on me, her hips moving back and forth. her eyes close as i lower the torn dress and her bra straps, letting her tits spill out for me to play with. i tug and pinch and caress, just this side of mean, and i run my thumb over a few pretty love marks from last time.
“hmm, these tits are all mine, aren’t they, baby?” i ask, swirling over her nipples, pinching a love bite.
she nods, bucking her hips quicker.
“and that sweet pussy too, hmm? pretty thing.” i reach for my phone again. “rub my cock for me sweetheart, and smile up here. i want something to watch when i go away for work.” whether i actually record or not is irrelevant, just the thought that i’m capturing every moment gets her wetter, gets her closer. i can hear it from the hitch in her breath and the way she moves her hips. and she looks up in the camera, biting her bottom lip, a hand jerking unevenly over my cock, because it never goes soft. hmm, no, that stays right there till we’re done playing.
“you gonna come for me, sweetheart?” i ask, and she nods, nods again. it turns a little frantic and her eyes close, and her lips part, and i know she’s so close. “that’s it, baby, you look so pretty on my camera, come for me. i want something to show my friends when they try to tell me their pretty little wives are better.”
she comes at that, though she knows i’d never do any such thing. but she comes and comes, grabbing my leg with both hands and shuddering while her pussy pulses against my boot. she gasps and whimpers, then rests her head on my knee when it starts to slow.
i tuck my strap away and zip back up, then put my phone down. i take a few moments to just run my fingers through her hair while she coos and sighs against my thigh.
“wanna come up here?” i ask after giving her that moment, and she looks up at me and smiles.
she nods and i hold out my arms, help her up, then hold her in my lap. she snuggles in as our game comes to a slow end, and i finally kiss her the way we both want.
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