Wednesdays, I fuck your young wife

“““““Tracy came up the back stairs after her husband left for work. It was Wednesday, at last, a hard day to wait for, the only day she had off from her job while he worked.
“““““Her long chestnut hair was fixed in a pony tail. Her face freshly scrubbed, no make-up. She wore a man’s large flannel shirt, yellow and black plaid, her long, shapely legs bare.
“““““We greet by touching fingertips affectionately, touching lips in a brief and conspiratorial kiss.
“““““”I come to you pre-fucked,” she said wryly. “He threw a quickie into me this morning. I made him pull out and cum in my mouth, though.”
“““““”Yeah?” I said, playfully drawing back.
“““““She chuckled, “Don’t worry. I brushed my teeth.” We went into the living room together and she went to the sofa. “He didn’t make me climax,” she said. “I’m really horny. Nothing like a slam-bang and a mouthful of jizz to get ya started in the morning!”
“““““She sat and spread those long legs, displaying her gorgeous cunt. Never any panties on Wednesday, it’s a bit of a tradition with us.
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“““““As she unbuttoned the flannel shirt, I opened my jeans fly and released my genitals. My three-quarters erection quickly rose to salute her electric presence, her lean olive-skinned body, and her solid pelvis with its thick brown roll of succulent labia.
“““““We are not having a relationship, except that of friendship. With us, its all about orgasms. Actually, it’s about masturbation. Weeks earlier, I met Tracy in a small neighborhood bar and we bought each other a drink.
“““““She told me right away that she was married and she was just hanging, she wasn’t in the bar to be picked up.
“““““She said, “Wednesday is vibrator day for me. Once I get a little buzz going, I’m going to go buzz my clit silly.”
“““““”I know what you are talking about,” I said. “Later, I’ll be doing much the same thing, except in my case I’ll be jacking off my dick–and thinking about you, by the way.”
“““““”How sweet!” Tracy said, smiling. She touched my arm. “Pop a big wet juicy one for me!”
“““““”Hey,” I said, “they can’t tell us we don’t have
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plans.”
“““““That afternoon I completed my project successfully, stroking for a good hour and a half to porn dvd’s, and thinking about the wholesome twenty-two-year-old with the sultry edge and quick brown eyes, before I went into frenzy mode and let fly a scattershot shower of the old funk juice.
Ten minutes later, I yanked off another load, and ten minutes again after than, still another couple of decent squirts. Finally, maybe half an hour after that, with some effort I managed to cum once more, only a dribble, but I was at peace.
“““““Tracy went out of mind until I bumped into her on the back stairs of my building while we both were taking down the trash. We were startled for a moment. Of course, we didn’t know we lived in the same building.
“““““”Small world,” I said.
“““““”And full of coincidences,” she said. God, I liked her eyes.
“““““It was a Wednesday morning.
“““““”Would you like to come into my kitchen for coffee?” I said.
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“““““”I can only stay a minute or two,” she said.
We had an Irish coffee at the dinette table.
“““““”Oh, that’s right. It’s vibrator day, isn’t it?” I said.
“““““”You remembered,” she said with a limp wave of her slender, expressive hand.
I was studying her while trying not to appear too creepy. She was gorgeous, the rich light brown of her smooth skin. That day she was wearing a baggy, college logo sweatshirt that came down just far enough to cover her trim ass.
“““““”So, did you do it?” she said.
“““““”Do what?”
“““““”Pop one for me.”
“““““”Oh! Sure did! Three or four times, as a matter of fact,” I said.
“““““”Wow! Like a fourteen year old!”
“““““”Well, it’s not my personal best, but then, I haven’t been training like I should.”
She laughed. Tracy has a great laugh, lusty and girlish at the same time.
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“““““She said, “Can I tell you something? Now don’t take this as a come-on or anything, but I’m not wearing any panties right now.”
“““““”Nobody wears panties on vibrator day, do they?” I said.
“““““Again, she laughed.
“““““Under cover of the kitchen table, I reached down and straighten out an uncomfortable kink. “I think you just gave me a hard-on,” I said.
She smiled to herself.
“““““Moments passed in silence, and more moments. Tracy dipped a tapered fingertip into her Irish coffee and drew something on the Formica table top.
It was an erect penis with balls. She dipped her finger again and added ejaculating cum droplets.
She slid her chair back from the table and raised her deep dark eyes to mine. “Wanna see my invisible undies?” she asked.
“““““”Sure, I’d love to.”
“““““”You could jerk off if you want to, in front of me. I wouldn’t mind. But,” she said, raising her palm flat toward
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me for emphasis, “don’t try anything funny. I only want to watch, then I’m taking my excited self back downstairs. Back to my toys.”
“““““Tracy slid her chair back further, turning away from the table. I stood, reveal my ungainly bulge. My hand trembled a little as I unzipped. Tracy stretched open her long legs, leaning back and sliding her ass forward a little to show me her cunt.
The sight of it sent a shock of pleasure through me that surely registered on the Richter Scale.
“““““”I’ve never jerked off in front of a woman who wasn’t my girlfriend,” I said, already slightly breathless.
“““““”That’s good,” she said. “Nice to know I’m not living in the same building with a sex offender.”
She touched her cunt lips, massaging gently and sensuously, and I masturbated. My attention narrowed into tunnel vision, blocking out everything except her.
“““““”God you have a strong effect on me,” I said. “I’m there already. I could go off any time. I’m sensitive as hell. God…”
“““““Tracy’s heavy-lidded gaze remained for a long time on
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my hand riding up and down my cock shaft. Now and then she raised her eyes to look at my face, then lowered them again.
“““““”I can’t hold it back much longer,” I said quietly.
“““““”Go, baby,” she whispered, pulling open her labia for me.
I said, “Could I get you to do one little thing for me?”
“““““”Like what?” Tracy said.
“““““”Take a piss on my kitchen floor. Right there, the way you are, just piss for me,” I said.
She said nothing, but I saw a twitch in her moist hole, and then the soft inner flesh push slightly outward. Her handsome face went slack with the pleasure of release. A ribbon of sun-yellow pee shot into the air in a high arc and fell splashing onto the tiles like the heavy, warm raindrops of a summer afternoon squall.
I jacked fast and hard, cutting loose completely, shooting my semen globs high. They fell into the fast-spreading pool of urine on the floor, to swim there like white worms.
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“““““I couldn’t have been happier.
Afterwards, my partner in crime laughed evilly.