Slowly you approach the door to Marianne’s suite, looking around a bit cautiously before knocking. While you find yourself enjoying this plan more and more, it wouldn’t take the wrong person showing up at the wrong time to spoil it. The door opens and Marianne smiles at you, motioning for you to enter. Her wedding dress has been replaced by a simple red spaghetti strap dress that accents the highlights in her hair…and shows the lovely cleavage and fullness of her breasts. Not to mention the flowing garment gives you a great view of her long, slender legs.You find your eyes being drawn to the breasts over and over as Marianne makes you a drink and sits down on a couch across from you, motioning you to sit beside her as she crosses her legs, the top of her dress sliding up a bit to show the top of her black garter and stockings.
You take a sip of the offered drink, momentarily taken aback by how strong it is, then by Marianne’s hand as she slowly unzips your pants and rubs the sleeping giant underneath. Instinctively, your eyes close and you moan, leaning back a bit as Marianne completely frees you, purring softly as she knees down beside you and kisses the tender tip. “How does that feel, darling?” she asks.
“Wonderful,” you admit. “But not what I expected.”
Marianne bluntly responds, “Foreplay is for puppy love and kids who don’t know what they’re doing. Tonight, I’m finally going to have the man of my dreams.” Slowly she slips down the straps so the dress falls down to her hips, revealing her breasts. While the breasts have sagged a bit with age and nursing two kids, they are still quite firm and lovely, easily a D cup. You watch the matching mounds bounce slightly as she slides off your pants, then licks the underside of your shaft from balls to tip, pausing to take a sample of precum from the top.
“What about Mr. Reisman?” you gasp, your last line of defense hinging on the answer.
“My husband’s at the bar chasing whiskey shots and skirts, just like every evening. He won’t be back for hours, if at all. Now come get me…” she rubs the tip of your cock against her pert nipple as she moans softly. “Who knows?” she teasingly giggles. “Maybe we can make a baby together.”
You grin widely as you pounce down to the floor, pinning Marianne down as you firmly and tenderly nip the nape of her neck. “That sounds like a wonderful plan to me.” You reach inside Marianne’s skirt to find her pantyless, well-trimmed mound is damp and waiting for you. You rub your shaft slowly against her entrance, teasing her when she pushes you away, her eyes flashing with a mischievous fire. “Wait just a minute…I have an idea…” |