Adultery My Loving Hotwife Meena

[Salir]

for her who has traveled...

 
Today is Tuesday, March 11, 2025: Meena is not here, I am here, but all alone, she is a few hundred or a thousand? kilometers away, tomorrow she will come back, I hope, but even a day is too late… I miss her and I desire her… And I dream of her:
 
It's dark in the bedroom. The window is slightly open, mostly because we're panting and racked by our foreplay, which has us both sweating with the joyful effort.

Our lips have already touched over 100,000 times, but today, probably only 100 seconds from the moment we woke up together,
my lips were on your neck, seconds after I realized it wasn't a dream, that you were here and I could have you. You laugh, that deep, throaty laugh with a husky voice that tells me you're aroused and it's only a matter of time before I can put my hands on your body again.

We get up, get dressed for the day, me in jeans and a polo shirt, you in a small, thin summer dress with spaghetti straps, we make coffee and breakfast, your head on my neck and chest while we feed each other.

We clear the table together, my hands grabbing, pulling, massaging, and sometimes being very cheeky, exploring and caressing your sensual places, the places where I'm still learning how much you like my hands.

Your deep, husky laughter connects with my smile and your playful smacks; my determination to have you back before you leave my sight is a clear and present feeling.

The dishes are in the sink, and my hands wrap around your body, grabbing you and pulling you closer to me.

My desire for you is palpable as I lift you onto the counter, step between your legs, and pull your body so close and tight to mine that I can feel your warmth emanating from your very being.

Not long after, our tongues are tangled and dancing, exchanging caresses, your perfume on my skin, the scent of my musk in your nose.
Your clothes lie in a heap on the floor, your sundress and then your thin black thong slipping from your body as my hands and fingers clawed at the source of my desire.

My clothes lie in a long line down the hall and across the room, the bed on the other side of the door, a testament to all the places along the way where we paused as you ripped another piece of clothing from me.

My hands are rough and weathered, so capable, and now on your naked body.

Your body is beautiful and soft, firm and supple, the object of my intense attention and interest.

No detail escapes me, from your freckles to your tattoos to your elongated labia and the way they drip your juices in anticipation of my touch and attention.
Your skin is white, your hair brunette, and my hands are tanned and browned from the sun and work, contrasting beautifully with your skin in the morning light. Your tattoos stand out against your skin, as do your nipples and labia. Your nipple studs add a third contrast, your dark areolas and pert nipples glistening in the glitter of the diamond studs.

My hands glide over your skin, my fingertips gently pressing and pulling along your neck, chest, breasts, stomach, arms, hands, thighs, calves, feet and ass, all succumbing to my touch.

My body is rigid, firm, yearning, yours is supple, soft, yearning.I need you, I need to feel you, I need to taste you. I need you to know how much I need you, I must show you how much I want you.

My lips chase my fingers, tracing your erogenous zones, like your neck, your ears, your breasts and nipples, the inner sides of your thighs, the intersection of your thighs and torso, the fullness of your ass, your lower back, but I never touch or taste your being. My goal is for you to feel my rod as your first touch, for you to come only over my manhood.

I lean over you, my phallus stiff and throbbing with my arousal. You can feel my heat and fullness pressing against you, and your body automatically twists and turns to absorb my form into your own.

My arms and chest tense, the tendons and muscles rippling and dancing as I lift you up, pulling us together, trying to hold back, afraid of the desire I feel for you as our bodies automatically begin to join.

Standing upright with your body in my arms, I turn your body toward mine, and you wrap your legs around my torso, presenting your plump pussy to my rock-hard cock, moaning as I slide into you with ease, your wetness and precum mixing into the perfect lubricant.
 
Your mouth forms a perfect "O" and your eyes roll back as you shudder with pleasure as my girth exceeds your limits and you orgasm before I enter you completely.
 
I'm too close, I won't last long, energized by our time just moments before, the taste of your body on my tongue and lips, and our combined love sounds a melody of ecstasy, the feeling of your being gripping my cock as I thrust into you, it's too much for me to hold back.
You clench your tunnel as I near the end of my thrust, making me roar loudly as I empty myself inside you, and you begin to twitch again as your body reacts to the pulsing and the feeling of me gushing my cum into you.

You scream as I pull you tighter, my shoulders burning from holding you tight, my chest coated in sweat as I begin to pump your body back and forth on me.

Your walls milk my cum from inside me, giving me everything as I pump full thrusts in and out of you. Every time I push into you, little stars of pleasure blur your vision, and my pelvic floor muscles clench again, expelling another spurt of my cum into your soaking wet pussy.
Your moans subside as the sound of my cock sliding in and out of your pussy, saturated with the evidence of our lovemaking, consumes us.
Before I soften, I pull back, feeling your body twitch, and hearing you whimper softly as the breath of my helmet brushes your G-spot as I slide out of your tunnel.

Exhausted and satisfied, I collapse beside you, tenderly kissing your lips and face, running my hands through your hair, watching and listening to you fall asleep, your face relaxed and content, my hands gliding over your body, my hands brown and weathered, your body white and beautiful, as I think about what we'll do when you wake up from your nap...
 
Come back soon, before tomorrow sun rises …

Nadir, 10:25 pm, 11.02.2025