Fifties Housewife

Breathlessly he whispered again, "I want you now. I need you now."

I moaned imagining Darren taking me right here in the kitchen. I was so excited by the thought that I nearly orgasmed! Coming back to the moment I felt his hands pulling up my skirts. He dropped to his knees. His hands found my legs and them my hips. He pushed my skirt up around my waist. I leaned over resting my elbows the counter. His hands roamed over my legs and butt.

He kept up a running dialog, "Your so sexy. Your legs feel so hot in these stockings. Your butt is so hot framed in that girdle."

His words were exciting me so much I finally did orgasm. My knees buckled and I felt him support me.

"I can see you are so wet for me. I am going to take you right here."

He pulled my panties down exposing my butt and my soft wet cock. I had cum all over my butt. He ran his mouth all over my cock. It was so sensitive I begged him to take me. He shifted his mouth to my butt. He gently licked me. He teased me. I kept pushing back at him and he would move away. All the while getting me wet.

He stood I did not want to move I just wanted to feel him in me. I heard his pants fall to the floor. He reached onto the counter and took the olive oil. I heard him sigh.

I asked him softly,"Please honey, take me. Make me yours make me your wife."

I felt him move behind me again I felt the head of his cock rub against my opening. I pushed back and he teased me more pulling away. Then I felt him push gently into my willing body.

Finally he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I am going to take you my wife. You are going to please me. From now on you will be my wife."

He slowly sank his cock completely into me. He was always an attentive lover but our roles had changed. I willingly, wantonly, gave myself to him.

He pushed me into an almost standing position my hands against the upper cabinets he softly bit my neck and began to slowly fuck me. My body responded to his. I was emotionally consumed by his lovemaking. He kept his pace slow and steady while his hands roamed over my body. He whispered how much he loved me and how much he liked my new outfit. I was close to crying with the emotions running through me. I was pushing back to meet his every stroke and feeling another orgasm approaching when he stopped.