Subtle Seduction: Exposing the Truth

Ingunn was a desperate housewife (56), now she is my slut. I couldn't believe it was finally happening after all those years of teasing snaps and heated exchanges. She'd been sending me those sultry nudes from her bathroom mirror, her curves hidden under loose robes at first, then bolder full shots of her heavy breasts spilling out of lace bras, her fingers tracing the soft folds between her thighs. I fired back with my own, stroking my thickening shaft for her, watching her replies light up with fire emojis and breathless voice notes begging for more. She was in her late fifties, married for thirty-four long years to a man who'd long forgotten how to touch her, their bed cold and routine. But with me, online, she came alive, confessing how she'd finger herself to my pictures, imagining my hands on her instead. Then, out of nowhere, she messaged: 'I need this for real. Meet me.' My heart pounded as I drove to the hotel she'd booked, a discreet spot on the edge of town. I knocked, and she opened the door, her eyes wide with a mix of nerves and hunger. She wore a simple sundress that hugged her mature figure full hips, soft belly from years of life, and those breasts straining against the fabric. 'You came,' she whispered, stepping back as I entered, the door clicking shut behind me.

She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, but her gaze dropped straight to the bulge in my jeans. Five seconds that's all it took. She lunged forward, hands fumbling with my zipper, yanking my pants down. Her mouth enveloped my cock in one greedy motion, lips stretching around the head as she bobbed furiously. 'Oh god, how I've wanted this cock,' she moaned between slurps, her tongue swirling over the underside, saliva dripping down my shaft. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, taking me deeper until her nose brushed my pubes, gagging slightly but not stopping. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in, as if afraid I'd vanish.

The sight of her this neglected wife on her knees, devouring me like a starving woman pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her hair, pulling her off with a wet pop. 'Not yet,' I growled, my voice rough. I didn't want her changing her mind, didn't want this fantasy to slip away. My fingers hooked under her dress straps, shoving it down her shoulders. Her bra followed, tumbling to the floor, freeing those pendulous tits with dark nipples already stiff. I spun her around, bending her over the bed, hiking the dress up over her wide ass. No panties just smooth skin and a glimpse of her glistening slit.

She gasped as I tore the dress the rest of the way off, leaving her naked and trembling. I spread her cheeks, thumb brushing her puckered hole while my cock throbbed against her thigh. But first, that pussy she'd promised it was soaked for me. I lined up and rammed in, burying every inch into her dripping cunt in one brutal thrust. It was the wettest I'd ever felt, like plunging into warm honey, her walls clenching around me, sucking me deeper. 'Fuck, yes!' she cried, arching back, her ass jiggling as I pounded her. Juices coated my balls, slapping wetly against her with each drive, the room filling with the obscene squelch of her arousal.

She bucked against me, moaning like a whore, her body finally getting what it craved. I gripped her hips, bruising the flesh, slamming harder, feeling her inner muscles flutter. But I wanted more - all of her. I pulled out suddenly, her pussy gaping and drooling, and pressed the slick head against her asshole. 'Wait oh shit!' she yelped, but her body betrayed her, pushing back as I forced in, inch by inch, stretching her tight ring until I was balls-deep in her ass. The heat was intense, gripping me like a vice, and she shattered squirting hard, clear fluid gushing from her untouched pussy, soaking the sheets in a massive puddle.

'This is going to be a nightmare for the maid,' I laughed breathlessly, thrusting into her ass with relentless force, watching her squirt again in spasms. She clawed the bed, screaming my name, her body convulsing as orgasms ripped through her. I didn't hold back, flooding her ass with hot cum, pulling out to see it leak down to her pussy. But I wasn't done. I flipped her onto her back, diving between her thighs to lap at her messy folds, tongue delving into her cunt while she writhed.

She came again on my face, grinding against me like a starving woman, before I climbed up and shoved back into her pussy, mixing our fluids as I fucked her missionary style. Her legs wrapped around me, heels digging into my back, urging me deeper. I pinched her nipples, sucking one into my mouth, biting just hard enough to make her yelp. Finally, as she milked me with another climax, I came inside her cunt, filling her to overflowing. Cum seeped out around my cock, joining the soaked mess on the bed.

We collapsed, panting, her hand stroking my softening dick lazily. 'All my holes... you filled them all,' she murmured, a satisfied smile on her lips. For the first time in decades, she looked truly sated, and I knew this was just the beginning of our secret escapes.

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