“Ok now, move the mouse over to this,” I said as I moved the cursor over to the numbered box, “and…..Ta-da!” I said in raised voice as if building up for a dramatic finish. There wasn’t any dramatic finish though. There hadn’t been a dramatic finish the last time either or the seven other times I had tried to run this stupid computer program before that either!
“Shit!” I hissed scowling at the screen. Movement out of the corner of my eye turned my head instinctively. There stood Marcy, my newly hired on “customer service rep”. Basically she ran the phones and collected the money for my auto repair shop. We had been swamped recently as the reputation of my shop increased so at the urging of my wife I reluctantly hired extra help. I added a third mechanic freeing me up out of the shop and Marcy came on to help at the front desk leaving me in just a supervisor role and to help out in the shop from time to time or in an emergency. Now Marcy wasn’t my call, my wife hired her. See my wife is a schoolteacher and in the summers she helps out around the office, this summer was no different only now I was so busy I really couldn’t afford to lose her. We talked about her quitting the teaching thing and staying but she loves the kids, what can you do? So she hired Marcy. Marcy is how should I say…stunning? No that wouldn’t be close but you get the point. She is 5’7″, brown hair with blonde highlights a body that won’t quit and the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen! I mean ever!
“Didn’t get it up yet?” She asked with a smirk at her sexual innuendo. She had been doing that more and more lately! Sometimes I think my wife puts her up to it, I see them talking every now and then like women do, and then they turn and laugh while looking at you. Ok more like the teenage girls I have at my home with my daughter.
“You know when that salesman ran this thing he said it would cut down my book keeping work by half!” I said ignoring her remark. “I have been at this what 10 hours now? Piece of shit still isn’t working!” I ran my hands through my rapidly receding hairline.
“You’ll get it!” Marcy said with a smile. “I will see you tomorrow.” She left and I watched her walk down the hallway, her hips swaying under her short skirt. I turned my attention back to the computer screen as I heard the soft chime of the door bell go off then the door close as Marcy left.
I began to click back through the screens in a vain attempt to find the one spot where I messed up hoping to fix it knowing full well I was going to have to re-enter the damn information for the ninth time that day. Just as I was about to go back to work at it, more movement drug my attention away from the screen. Expecting to see Marcy there again I smiled with surprise as my wife’s lovely shape appeared in the doorway. She was wearing her long London Fog jacket that she would wear when it rained out.
“Hi beautiful!” I said looking her over quizzically. “Gonna rain out?” She smiled and looked down as she began to undo the belt of her jacket.
“No.” She moved the jacket open to reveal her body clad only in Victoria’s finest. Her bra pushing up her 36c breasting making them appear larger and with cleavage. With her red matching g-string and garter belt connecting to flesh colored stocking, wrapping around her legs and into a pair of fire engine red high heels with spaghetti straps holding her feet in. She placed her hands on her hips allowing my eyes to drink her all in slowly. I got to her shoes and was breathless. My wife at forty could make most 20 year olds bow their heads in shame of their body. How many men would comment on her then be stunned when I revealed her true age, of course I would never admit her age when she was within ear shot!
“Nice shoes!” I said with a smirk as I raised my eyes back up her body to meet her ice blue eyes. She smiled.
“Like them?” She said dropping her coat around her ankles then made he way over to me. She hiked up one foot and placed in on the desk in front of me, her small hand grasping my shoulder for balance as the perfume she wore intoxicated me.
“They are new.” She pointed out as my eyes shifted to her g-string mere inches from my face.
“Well I like them.” I stated flatly. “But I can’t tell if it is the shoes I like so much or the foot in them.” With that I leaned over to place a long lingering kiss on the side of her ankle.
“Then again, maybe it isn’t the foot I like so much, perhaps it is the calf connected to the foot.” Again I place a long lingering kiss.
“Then maybe it none of the three, maybe it is the thigh, more exactly the inner thigh.” Now I traced my tongue along the middle of her thigh from where the nylons stopped and up along her warm flesh. I moved closer to her sweet smelling flower. I pushed the chair out from under me suddenly stopping my tongue trace and fell to my knees. Her eyes which were closed fluttered open.
“But perhaps it is the fact that there is a perfect match to that leg!” I said starting at her other foot and working my way up again. She brought her leg down and leaned her firm ass against the desk.
“Perhaps, it has nothing to do with your legs, perhaps it is these hips.” I said kissing the bump of her hipbone through the skin. I felt both hands on the back of my head. Resisting my temptation I ignored her gently nudge.
“Maybe it is this firm stomach.” I whispered breathing hot air against her skin as I french kissed her navel. Slowly moving upward across her ribs I came to the lacy material of her bra. With calm hands I undid the front clasp, letting the material fall away to her sides revealing her perfect breasts, her nipples already hard from the building excitement.
“These breasts perhaps?” I said just before I devoured one of her nipples, sucking it hungrily into my mouth rolling it in my mouth with my tongue.
“But it has a perfect match as well!” I whispered just before I sucked the neglected nipple into my mouth. I watched her chest rise and fall as her breath quickened. I reluctantly left her breast and continued upward to the side of her neck, she tilted her head away from me opening up more for my mouth. Up and over her cheek to her eye, which I place a gently kiss as she held them closed. Her eyelids fluttering softly against my lips.
“Even this has a perfect match.” I said so softly that I almost didn’t say it at all. Crossing the bridge of her nose with my mouth until I reached the other eye. Then down her cheek to her waiting mouth. My tongue dove in, her mouth hungry and willing accepted it eagerly. I broke off the kiss suddenly, her lips puffed out still wanting more, and without a word I quickly turned her and pressed my body against her. She looked over her shoulder as I began to kiss down her body now; losing my patience it wasn’t as slow as the ascent a few moments ago. Brushing my lips over her exposed ass with only a thin strip of satin in my way. I bent her over my desk as she willingly spread her legs slightly to maintain balance. I pulled the small impediment out of my way exposing my desire.
“But this has no equal.” I proclaimed as I dove my tongue into her hot wet sex. I buried my face there hungrily lapping away like a dehydrated dog, burying my nose into her ass. Using one hand I spread her lovely folds to expose her soft pink insides as I flicked her exposed clit time after time. I could hear the paper on my desk being crumpled as she gripped them in her closed fist. With my free hand I undid my belt and unsnapped my pants. My hard cock straining against my underwear causing a major tent problem! My tongue left her delicious wetness and dove into her anal bud. She gasped with pleasure as she released the papers and reached behind her to pull her ass cheeks apart giving my hungry mouth better access.
The fire was out of control for me now, I stood impatiently, whatever restraint I had earlier was long gone as I buried my cock deep within her. We both moaned simultaneously. I stayed there buried in her warmth. She pushed herself up with her arms and looked over her shoulder at me. The fire that consumed me was nothing compared to the inferno I had ignited in this wonderful woman I had been married to for so many years. The same woman who kept her figure even with two kids and forty years. She didn’t bother to wait for me as she began to push herself into me, grinding her ass into my groin area. She was close, I could see it, she was so worked up over our little escapade that it wouldn’t take much to send her flying over the edge at break neck speed. And what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t oblige her?
Armed with the knowledge that she likes a little rough kinky play I gently tugged at her hair pulling her head back making her beautiful neck crane. I then wrapped one hand around the side of her neck and squeezed gently mocking a choke hold on her, her body responded with a severe thrust that almost knocked me off balance. I began to pound her with all my might, causing her to fall to the desk and let me ravish her delectable body. Her orgasm came quickly, and came with a great force. The moans which matched my thrusts were replace with just an open mouth silent scream as her face changed from the pale white to the crimsoned colored cheeks signaling her explosion, followed shortly by the sudden squish of her cum around my cock. Her body was as stiff as my desk as I squeezed ever so gently around her neck. Then slowly her body loosened as her orgasm subsided, but only momentarily as she was building toward another rapidly advancing orgasm, this one was racing my own orgasm as I felt her body build toward it. I attempted to slow my strokes to keep my impending orgasm from happening but my wife would have none of it as she picked up the pace of her thrusts. I stood motionless as she rammed herself on my aching cock. I closed my eyes, tightly squeezing them shut, as if that alone would stop my cum from gushing out like a geyser. She looked over her shoulder again at me.
“Baby,” She said softly. I forced my eyes open to look at her. “Don’t cum in me.” She said as she continued her thrusts.
“Why?” I asked through gritted teeth. There wasn’t anything I wanted to do more than to fill her up with my jism.
“Well you got to devour me but I didn’t get to eat you, fair is fair!” My mind reeled. Ok maybe there was one thing that I wanted to do more than fill up her hungry pussy. Perhaps I should explain, my wife gives great blow jobs, but she doesn’t swallow. She doesn’t like the taste. Hey can’t complain some guys don’t even get blowjobs! So for those of you who have girls that swallow, good for you. For those of you who only get her to swallow every once in a while know that this mere statement almost caused me to go off “prematurely” I stood there in shock as she grinded away at me and rode me to her second orgasm. By then I couldn’t stop mine.
“OH! GOD! Baby I am ready.” Now I half expected her to kind of chicken out and just let me cum all over her face, which she likes. But she didn’t she swallowed my member whole burying it in the back of her throat and began to really devour me, not just move her mouth up and down my shaft I mean devour, even growling like a hungry lioness. The vibration from her growl was what pushed me over.
“Shit! Here I go!” Giving her one last warning which she ignored and buried my cock to the back of her throat and allowed my cock to spurt without guidance as she gripped my ass cheeks holding me in place deep within her throat. Shot after shot went off, how much I came I have no idea, but when I was done my legs were weak and I was dizzy. Now that is what I call a “real” blowjob.
We both dropped to the floor and cuddled up to one another. We regained our breath with some work.
“So did you get that program to work for you?” She asked softly when she regained her breath and gently began to stroke my chest.
“What program?” Was all I could manage with a smile.
“Good boy! So I guess you aren’t mad about my new shoes?” She asked propping herself up on one elbow.
“No, No. They were nice. They were nice shoes!” I laughed.