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What “Netflix and chill” really mean🥵😮💨
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First Time For a Shared MILF
I was wearing only my silk robe as I was waiting, quite impatiently, for my husband. I wanted to surprise him, as we had been getting a little wilder in our bedroom life since the kids moved out.
Walking around naked was now semi-normal for me, and we fucked more now than we had in the last twenty years. And now we were starting to even share our fantasies and role-play some of them.
His favorite was where he watched me fucking another guy… and mine was where I could fuck several guys, sometimes at the same time, sometimes one after another until I could barely move.
Let’s just say toys and costumes were being used for both little role-play events! And boy did we role-play a lot.
As I heard the car door close, I undid the sash on the robe and walked hastily to the bedroom. I tossed the robe and felt the air flow across my naked skin as I climbed onto the bed. I was facing away from the door, on all fours. It was a position that would allow my husband to easily mount me.
I had tried on the tile floor once, a few months ago, as he would come in from the garage, but at my age, the tile just wasn’t comfortable, and this was a lot better.
I heard my husband call out for me, and I called back, telling him where I was.
“You know I brought some coworkers with me,” he said.
I smiled. I liked the idea of jumping right into role-playing, instead of just talking about it.
“Bring them in here. I can’t wait,” I called, still facing away from the door.
I heard my husband gasp just a little. “Are you really wanting to share yourself with them?”
“If you are?”
I heard nothing other than the opening of a zipper, and I felt the bed move as someone climbed onto it.
I felt his hands grasp my hips and then line themselves up with my pussy. “You know you never need a condom with me,” I said as I heard some fumbling behind me.
With that, they pushed into my wet pussy, and I heard a slight moan. I never heard a moan from my husband. I loved how he went all-in on the role-play.
My lover gripped my hips and fucked me hard and fast, nice and deep as I reached back with one hand and rubbed my clit, making me cum almost instantly. Behind me, the guy feeling my pussy contract, squeezed out his own cum and pumped it deep inside my pussy with a manly grunt or two.
“Oh, that was good,” I said, sinking down on the bed.
“I know, so hot,” my husband said, walking around in front of me. “I bet you could go for another fuck right now, couldn’t you?”
“You know me so well,” I said, looking at my husband.
He nodded, but not quite at me. I wasn’t thinking about it until I felt the bed move again.
“Let me give you something you want,” he said, unzipping his fly.
Out sprang his hard cock, and I licked my lips. Then I realized, how could his cock be hard if he had just fucked me.
As he moved closer, I opened my mouth and let his cock slip past my lips. My eyes widened as I felt another cock slip past my other lips.
My husband was slowly face fucking me, as I realized I was in the middle of being spit-roasted, and I had no idea who was fucking me. I tried turning, but with a cock in my mouth, I couldn’t, and I didn’t want to let go of my husband either.
I thought back to the dozens, no... hundreds of times we had role-played this, and how I had cum, begging him to make it a reality for me. Could I blame him for making it a reality for me? He had told me he had coworkers with him… I had asked for it. I wanted it… if I didn’t, I would have checked to see if he was pretending or not.
I relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the cock fucking my used pussy, while I was face fucked by my husband. He was taking his time with me, enjoying my slutty little mouth, taking all of him in while someone else blew their load inside my pussy.
I pulled off his cock for a second. “Anyone else?” I wondered, not knowing how many people had come home with him.
“Aren’t you a greedy little slut,” he said, which got a few laughs. “Not today, but if you need me to…”
“No, I just want you to fuck me,” I said, looking up at him.
I rolled onto my back, feeling cum leaking from my used pussy. Would he fuck me like that? I hoped so.
I looked over and saw two guys, their pants till off, and slowly stroking their cocks trying to bring them back to life. I smiled at them while waiting for my husband to climb on top of me.
He was naked when he did, and soon he was pounding my dirty pussy until he could unload inside of me as well. Given the blowjob I gave him, and him watching me get fucked by the two of them, he couldn’t last long, not that I cared.
He looked down at me and smiled before climbing off me. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that when I came home.”
“Neither was I… well… not exactly,” I said, looking over at the two guys whose dicks were almost ready to go again. They were younger than my husband and me, and I remember how much fun it was when we were younger.
“I guess I should get you guys what you came here for?”
“You mean, it wasn’t me,” I said, pretending to be hurt.
“No, my dear, you were just the icing on the cake.”
I looked at those guys. “Why don’t you leave them here, and I’ll keep entertaining them, while you get whatever it was they needed,” I suggested. “And don’t be too quick... I want these guys to take their time with me this time,” I said.
The guys couldn’t believe their luck as my husband left to find whatever it was that they needed. I smiled as they came over to me and groped my whole body. I felt two mouths and four hands on me instantly, as semi-hard cocks pressed against me until they were ready, then they both fucked me in a few new positions while my husband watched.
That afternoon was the first time our fantasies became a reality, all because of a miss communication, but it wasn’t the last… and that’s what really mattered to me.
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Opening her wide
When she agreed to let me guide her through it, I could tell she didn’t quite know what she was agreeing to. Maybe she thought I’d tell her how to touch herself, where to move her fingers, what pressure to use. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to take her somewhere else — somewhere deeper, somewhere she hadn’t dared to go alone.
I told her to sit on her bed. Lights low, just enough glow for me to see her. I stayed on the other side of the room at first, settled in a chair, my voice low and steady as I walked her through it.
“Take off your clothes,” I told her.
She hesitated — not out of shyness, but out of curiosity. She was starting to sense this wasn’t going to be what she expected. But she followed my voice, peeling her top over her head, shimmying out of her jeans. No rush, no nerves. Just the slow, steady reveal of bare skin in the soft light.
“Lie back,” I said, and she did — stretching out across her sheets, her arms resting at her sides.
“Open your legs,” I said quietly.
I saw her swallow, her breath quickening as she shifted her knees apart. Her thighs flexed, a hint of tension showing in the lines of her muscles, like she wasn’t sure how vulnerable she was willing to get.
“Wider,” I added.
She exhaled slowly, easing her legs further apart, baring herself completely. Her skin was soft, smooth in the glow, and I could see the faint slickness between her thighs — proof she’d been thinking about this longer than she wanted to admit.
“Good,” I murmured. “Now… keep your hands by your sides.”
Her breath hitched. That wasn’t what she expected either. I waited, letting her sit in it — the tension, the ache of being so exposed without the relief of her own touch.
“Just breathe,” I said, softer now. “I want you to feel it — all of it.”
Her lips parted as she drew in a breath, her chest rising. She swallowed again, shifting slightly on the sheets. Her thighs quivered just enough for me to notice.
“Don’t close your legs,” I warned.
Her body stilled, muscles flexing like she was fighting her own instincts.
“Feel that?” I asked. “That heat between your legs?”
She nodded, her breath shaky now.
“That’s where I want you,” I said. “Stay right there… and wait.”
“Now,” I continued, “spread your lips for me. Hold yourself open.”
She hesitated, but her fingers moved, parting herself so I could see. She kept her fingers there, holding herself open, trembling slightly as I watched. She had a beautiful pussy — soft and delicate, still dry but flush with curiosity. I felt my own arousal stirring, but I kept my focus sharp.
“Are you going to warm me up?” she asked, her voice tinged with both impatience and expectation.
“That’s not what I have in mind,” I told her. “I want you to stay like this for me — just like this.”
She shifted slightly, uncertain, but she held the pose. She wasn’t aroused yet, but she was brave — curious enough to trust me.
“Now,” I said, “I want you to start clenching. Your Kegels.”
She blinked, then looked at me. “You mean…?”
“Yes,” I confirmed. “Slow and steady. Just squeeze and release. Show me you understand.”
Her fingers trembled slightly as I watched. Then I saw it — the faintest twitch between her fingers, the little flex of her muscles as she obeyed. Her breath hitched as she found the rhythm, her body just beginning to respond. I could see her little asshole clenching too — tight little twitches that made her hips shift slightly as she tried to focus.
Have you ever watched a woman become visibly aroused? Not just the sighs, the breathy moans — but the way her body physically changes?
That’s what was unfolding in front of me. The soft folds of her pussy began to glisten, a faint sheen of wetness starting to show. Her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling in longer, slower waves. With each slow pulse of her muscles, I could see her entrance start to widen — soft and slick, her body giving way to the ache that had been building inside her.
She was opening up like a flower.
She was starting to understand now — starting to sense that this was going to take her somewhere deeper than she’d expected. No rubbing, no penetration — just slow, deliberate tension building beneath her skin.
“Keep going,” I said softly. “A little stronger this time.”
She obeyed, tightening with more intensity. Her pussy started to open up now, the entrance parting wider as her muscles flexed. Each squeeze made her body respond — her wetness thickening, her folds glistening brighter in the low light. There’s something magical about how a woman’s body changes when she’s aroused — soft skin flushing, muscles relaxing while heat blooms from within.
“Stronger,” I murmured again.
Her fingers flexed tighter as she clenched hard, and I could see her body respond — her muscles drawing inward, her entrance opening wider with each pulse. Wetness clung to her skin, a clear sheen coating her fingers now. Her body was ready to be penetrated — soft, warm, and inviting — but I wasn’t giving her that yet.
I rose from the chair then, slow and deliberate, crossing the room until I was close enough to feel her heat. The scent of her skin — warm and slightly sweet — filled my senses as I leaned in, my breath brushing her ear.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “Look at you… spreading yourself open like that for me.”
I watched her shiver, her fingers trembling slightly where they held herself apart. She’s still flexing, slow pulses that made her glisten brighter with each squeeze.
“You know what I can see from here?” I whispered, my mouth so close now that my breath ghosted across her skin. “I can see inside you.”
Her breath stuttered, shaky and uneven.
“Every time you clench,” I went on, “I can see your muscles flex and tighten… and then relax, pulling yourself open even wider.” I paused, letting the words hang heavy in the air. “It’s beautiful — watching you like this.”
I let my hand slide down her arm, curling loosely around her wrist. “This time,” I murmured, “I want you to push. Like you’re trying to push something out of you… like you’re opening yourself up from the inside.”
She hesitated, her breath shaky, but she obeyed. Her fingers trembled as she shifted her focus — squeezing, then bearing down with slow, deliberate pressure.
And this time… her body really opened.
Her muscles stretched wide, her entrance parting like her body had been waiting for permission to let go. I could see her folds glisten and flex, soft and slick and wide open now — not just aroused, but ready.
Her body was ready.
She was ready to take anything — my cock, my fingers, my hand… anything I wanted to give her.
I leaned in closer then, lips grazing her ear as I whispered:
“Do you know what I’m preparing you for?”
Her breath caught, body tensing as if the question had unlocked something deeper — something dangerous, something thrilling. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper.
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