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Click hereHe heard the gentle splashing of water as soon as he let himself in through the front door. And, for a split second, his loins twitched. But he couldn't act on it.
Not yet.
He unloaded his bags on the sofa in the front room. Pulled off his jacket and threw it down on top of the debris.
The faintest wisp of something floral and sweet lingered in his nostrils.
Bath oils.
The twitch came back. This time with tingles that tugged at his soul for more attention.
His resistance was gone.
With a deep breath that ended with a lick of his lips, he headed for the bottom of the stairs.
He crept up them one after the other. His chest already heaving with anticipation.
His fingers reached for the handle of the bathroom door.
Even before he'd peeked inside, the scent was stronger. The movement in the water, louder.
The door inched forward.
He tried his best to stop from spoiling it.
She was half in and half out. A towel wrapped around her hair, her hands still trying to make it stick in a knot.
Water dripped down her leg outside the bath, soaking into the mat beneath her.
He ran his eyes from the tips of her pink-painted toes, to the nooks of her knees, and the glistening skin of her thighs.
Then higher.
He couldn't resist any longer.
He didn't want to.
His cock raged against the front of his work trousers. Aching to get free. Desperate to be unleashed. To penetrate.
The zipper lowered.
She twisted around.
But, he caught her by the elbows. Heaved his weight against her, and clamped his arms under hers.
With a lunge that made him breathless, he hoisted her out of the bath and over the side of it. Her varnished fingertips reached for the tiled wall. Did their best to hang on.
His cock pressed against her wet, exposed flesh.
He nudged it between her thighs. Allowed the lips of her pussy to envelope the merest hint of it, before pulling back and trailing the dribbling tip of it up the crack of her arse.
His teeth gritted.
He groaned. Growled.
She moaned just as his cock pressed back down toward her slit. And yelped as he thrust it inside.
He closed his eyes, jolted his hands across her tits. Savoured the swollen nubs of her nipples as they heaved against his touch.
"Fuck me," she said.
And he did.
He fucked her hard. Fast. With every throbbing inch of his cock. Cramming it in until his balls squashed against her body. Pulling it back out until the tip almost lost its place.
Their breathing was deafening in the small room.
He pawed at her tits. Squeezed them together, pinched at the nipples, pulled them, tweaked them. Hammering his cock into her with each high-pitched noise that escaped her throat in response.
The very thought of her throat made him even harder. If at all possible.
He moved one hand down over the swell of her belly.
Lower.
His fingers found the wet folds of her pussy. Parted them. Sought out the nub of her clit, and stroked it.
She writhed against his body. Still pushing back to meet the thrusts of his hips with her own.
"Cum." She demanded it. "Cum inside me."
His fingers were moving fast. Flicking, twisting, making circles around her engorged clit.
He didn't know how long he could last in the frenzy of it all.
But it didn't matter.
Her body stiffened. Her breathing silenced.
Then all hell ripped loose.
Her pussy contorted around his cock.
He pounded into her pulsating hole.
And exploded. Violently enough to make him cry out.
He kept fucking her. Ropes of hot, electrified spunk erupted from his convulsing cock, and jettisoned into the depths of her pussy, as she spasmed around him.
They both staggered. Stumbled.
She almost climbed back into the bath, but he stopped her.
"Not yet."
With his cock still hard, but a little on the sensitive side, he guided her to sit on the side of the bath. And with an exhilarated grin, lowered himself to his knees. He didn't waste a single second. Clamped his face to the juicy meat at the apex of her inner thighs, and feasted on the mixture of fluids oozing from her reddened hole.
He lapped at her. Sucked the cum from anywhere he could find it.
His eyes glanced up. He saw that look. It was expected.
He loosened his grip on her body, and eased himself back upright. Enough to kiss her. As his tongue probed her mouth, the fluids pooled between their taste buds.
Neither of them attempted to swallow. Or spit, as if.
This would be a kiss that lasted some time.
The end.
You're just another idiot on this site who don't read the entire description for LW, a few of your stories don't belong in LW either so shut the fuck up!
It’s time for Literotica to limit comments to those directly to the authors
An author's story will get a much better collection of comments if it is put in Loving Wives. Not necessarily quality, but definitely quantity, and that can be fun.
Lue
Loving wives... Not living wives..
Hard to type with my thumbs.
This was a hot sex scene. Well written. Only one problem...
It is in the wrong category.
Simple sex between a couple belongs in Erotic Couplings. The Living Wives category is, as explained in the category descriptions, is for extra-marital fun: swinging, sharing, etc.
So, good story. Wrong category.
Unless of course the guy wasn't her hubby...
Wife having sex with husband isn't what this category is about. Put that shit somewhere else.
Yeah, the category police may have a legitimate nit, but some of the greatest stories in the history of LW are not particularly erotic. This one is.
I could see both this guy, and this woman as being wild enough and talented enough to have some hot outside sex. No worries from me Bud, well done.
It was a story and it didn't conform to your definition well Too fucking bad. Go ready cross dressers dickhead , TO the author ok first attempt hope you try again. Ignore that idiot prob likes hubby tells wife to cheat stories.
and why should we care that they fuck, or how good it is?
First a collection of one line sentences isn't a story.
Second LW category isn't about loving wives. It's about cheating, swinging and more. Go read the category descriptions before posting a story. I see you've posted before so you DO have SOME experience.
This belonged in erotic or maybe even romantic. It's nothing but a sex scene almost cut from a larger story. 1* for not reading the categories.