Hotwife Laura

Laura knew it wasn’t a major issue but she also felt her partners hurt at being rejected. “Let’s go out tonight, live it up” she said to him wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing his cheek. “Let’s have some fun, it’s not the end!” Truth be known he didn’t really feel like it but he went along with the suggestion as otherwise it was another evening on the sofa.

Upstairs Laura began to get ready, she really didn’t have to do much, a quick change of outfit and a reapplication of lipstick and she was good to go.

When she came downstairs she gave him a twirl. She knew he liked her in a classic little black dress and heels. She’d embellished the outfit a little with a matching black lace underwear set she’d bough a few weeks ago but not worn yet. Those and the sheer holdups made her feel super sexy. His favourite, her hair in a ponytail.

At the club they sat in a booth, sipping cocktails she felt the warmth of the alcohol taking effect. As they sat chatting he felt better about life, his beautiful partner sat beside him crossed her legs, her dress riding up her thigh to reveal the lace top of her hood up. “Do you like them?” She asked running her hand down her leg. “Of course!, you’re turning heads” he replied.

After a couple of cocktails she felt like dancing, “are you coming?”. “Nah, I’ll watch from here” he replied. She got up from the table and leaned over to kiss him lips. “Enjoy the show” she smiled.

The dance floor wasn’t too crowded, the music was deep house, she could feel the bass in her chest. She danced on her own, her hands wandered up and down her body as she wound her hips to the sound and rhythm that pulsed through her,

Opening her eyes she saw his fixed on her, staring intently. His eyes viewed her up and down. He’d not seen her look so sexy before, sure she always looked good but this was special. He lifted his hand and beckoned her over to the table. She slowly walked over swaying her hips and slowly biting her bottom lip. “Hi Martin”.

He held out his hand which she placed hers Into. Firmly he took hold and pulled her down onto his lap. Being so small and petite she say there, legs hanging, engulfed in his stature. He was a strong presence, his body firm and taught, clearly spending a lot of time in the gym. “So, are we playing games?” he whispered into her ear. She felt his arm tighten around her slender waist. “I, I don’t t know what you mean”, she replied in her best innocent voice.

“I know you’re here with him, I saw you enter, are you leaving together?”

She looked up into his dark eyes, “I was hoping I could do a little work for you”, she miles sweetly, bouncing her foot up and down. Her heart was racing, “and I work from home”.

She jumped off his knee so he could stand up. He kept his arm around her waist almost lifting her off the ground. “Don’t you need to speak to him?” He motioned a nod towards her partner, across the room, sat, watching.

“No, he doesn’t work for you anymore, but I will”. She squeezed his hand and led him out of the club. As she passed him sat, watching, confused, she gave him a wink and a smile but didn’t slow her pace.

The taxi journey was short, he wanted to rip her clothes off but she pushed his hands away, “wait, I’ll make it worth it” she purred.

Her apartment was modern, sparsely furnished but warm. She’d left the soft glowing lamp illuminated on the shelf. As the door closed behind them she turned around and pushed him hard against the wall. She reached into his crotch feeling his heavy length through his trousers. “Let me get to work” she smiled running her tongue across her painted lips.

She dropped to the ground, her heels planted on the tiles, ass to the ground, her dress riding up her thighs.

She reached up and deftly unfastened his belt with one hand. A swift flick undid his button fly and his trousers and shorts were at his knees. He hadn’t disappointed, when Laura’s partner had describe his boss as a massive prick he wasn’t lying!

She cupped his balls in one hand, well, she tried, his length bounced heavily in-front of her. She looked up to him from her position of servitude, “May i work this, Sir?” She asked softly. She reached up and wrapped her slim fingers around his cock feeling it harden. “I’ll take that as a yes”.

She placed her pouting lips to his head and softly kissed, her tongue gently touching his swelling tip. She could taste his precum, sweet but bitter. Opening up her precious lips she allowed his cock to penetrate her pretty face. Her eyes widened as he filled her mouth, she tried to relax so she found breath and gain composure.

She went to work on his cock, swirling her tongue around it, greedily sucking like her time was limited. Pulling herself off she looked up pouting, “I’m trying my best Sir” before engulfing him into her petite mouth again. She could feel him harden as he looked down at her.

She was wet, very wet, she knew her knickers were doing their best to keep her arousal contained but she wanted to let go, to be filled, to cream over his length. She stood up allowing his cock to leave her aching mouth. “Fuck me, please” she asked, she knew there wasn’t any answer.

He placed his hands under her buttocks and easily lifted her to his waist. She wrapped her legs around him as she felt him tear her new knickers from her. Taking hold of his cock he guided it to her slick wet opening. She gasped as she felt his head begin to part her. He loved the feeling of breaking into a new girl. How they tightened around his head as he pushed in to them and then eased the rest in slowly, feeding their need, their craving.

He had no such plans for Laura, she was a fuck, nothing more. He quickly lowered her onto his cock, impaling her, filling her completely. She could feel him hitting her insides, uncomfortable but exquisite pain. “Oh my God!” She uttered as he raised her up and then frantically fucked her hard. Her legs dangled loosely, she was like a doll in his grasp. She’d never been so full or stretched so wide, well not around something real.

Picking her up he dropped her feet to the floor and spun her round, pushing her forward he bent her over the back of the sofa. “Spread your legs for me” he commanded. She didn’t need to be asked twice. He pushed into her taking her breath. Bending over her, pinning her to the sofa he reached round and unceremoniously pulled down her dress exposing her lace clad breast. Fuck, she looked amazing. He fucked her hard, each thrust moving the sofa forward. “You want this more than he wanted his job” he jibed.

She reached down between her legs and began to run her clit hard, she could feel him speeding up as her breathing became faster and faster, her climax came fast and hard as she frantically worked her clit as he filled her with cock. Her legs began to shake, she pinched a nipple through the new lace bra, tipping her over the edge and cumming harder than ever over his thick shaft, “good girl, my turn”.

As he continued to fuck her he could see her creaming over his cock with each thrust. Pulling her out around his length before pushing her back in. She was so wet but so tight. Looking over her shoulder at him she asked, “cum inside me, please cum inside me”. This had the desired effect and Martin emptied himself into her warm twitching cunt. Jet after just shot up inside her until she felt I’m pull out and he stunted as he shot two more up her back and over her dress.