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Rubber Rumpus
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Rubber Rumpus
My husband was furious the day I walked into the greenhouse where he was
working wearing my brand new black rubber party dress. He shook me, saying I
behaved like a 'part-time prostitute'.
I giggled and leaned forward over a stack of seed boxes and suggested it might
be nice if he fucked me for being such a naughty girl -- but he didn't want to
play. He said he was ashamed of me and that I should act my age -- whatever
that means.
I was so humiliated by his rejection, I ran upstairs and locked myself in the
bedroom. How dare he -- balding, pot-bellied, almost twice my age -- dictate
my style of dress! I spread my legs, poured some body oil on my fingers and
telephoned my judo instructor (and lover). I held the mouthpiece next to my
pussy as I rubbed myself off and asked him if he could guess what I was doing.
He called me a 'filthy broad' and I asked if I'd given him a hard-on. He said
I had, so I told him to drive over to the house immediately and pick me up --
and to hell with my old man!
When my husband opened the door and saw him standing there, he completely
changed his tune, apologizing for having treated me harshly and begging me not
to walk out on him. But my lover held me in his arms and ran his hands all
over my figure-hugging dress and told my husband he was 'pathetic'.
God, it was exciting! When my husband started to remonstrate, my lover turned
his back on him, jammed his hand between my thighs and started feeling me up.
I lifted -- or peeled, rather -- the taut rubber hem up around my hips and
opened my legs, heart pounding like crazy at the sheer excitement of being
goosed, with my husband -- wild-eyed and utterly flustered -- standing just a
couple of feet away.
"Perhaps you're right," I said to my husband, embracing my lover and grinding
my crotch against him as his fingers found my clitoris. "Maybe I'm better
suited to being a part-time prostitute than a housewife." At which time I
unzipped my lover's jeans and extracted his thumping hard-on.
Now it seemed to be my lover's turn to tell me off because he even started
commenting on my filthy mouth. My response? To drop to my knees and start
sucking his cock, digging my fingernails as hard as I could into his tight,
muscled little butt. I'd show him how 'filthy' I was!
My husband begged me to stop, so I withdrew my lover's massive cock from my
mouth and smiled at my husband while rubbing my lover's dribbling glans into my
cheeks. I hardly ever blow my husband -- even when he gets desperate and tries
to seduce me -- yet there I was, kneeling in the hall sucking blissfully and
blatantly on my lover's cock like a hardcore kiss-o-gram girl, my husband
bitching and whining and wringing his hands in the background.
"Take me upstairs," I said to my lover. And then, turning to my husband I
flatly stated:
"You can come watch, if you feel like it."
I threw myself on the bed, making sure my tight rubber sheath dress rode up my
rump -- which was in dire need of a nice massage.
"Be my guest," said my lover to my old man, offering my buns to him out of
sympathy more than anything else. But my husband's fumbled attempt at an
erotic massage hardly excited me, let alone set my clitoris twitching. Yeah,
'pathetic' is about right!
I lowered my panties down around my ass and propped myself up on one elbow,
parting my legs so as to stretch my pantie elastic to the breaking point. I
told my lover to undress and played with myself impatiently while he fumbled
with his shoelaces.
I laid back on the bed, spread my legs and pulled my knees up into my chest as
my lover knelt before me, idly jerking himself off over the spectacle of my
gaping, copiously oiled sex.
"You've greased your pussy," he drooled.
"Well, if you're chicken to lick me, I'll just have to play with myself," I
teased, holding my sex open -- and suddenly he was on me, gripping my knees and
pushing them hard apart as he buried his face into my slippery snatch, brushing
my petals open with the bridge of his nose and prodding my orifice with his
tongue.
When we changed positions for a man-on-top 'soixante-neuf', I thought my
husband was about to blow a fuse. The sight of this big, hairy assed
ex-construction worker clambering atop his lady wife, pulling her tits from the
bodice top of her rubber dress and feeding his enormous cock into her mouth was
testing his taste for erotic adventure to the limit. Whether he was about to
burst at the seams -- or merely ejaculate -- I had no idea. But there was no
problem my big musclebound lover couldn't handle.
"I want fucking," I told my lover, after thrashing around for ages with my
mouth glued to his erection. "Can I sit on it first?"
He laid back and I straddled his skinny, sinewy hips and slid up and down on
his joystick. My husband pulled up a chair, staring glassy-eyed at my
cock-stuffed pussy as I bobbed up and down, stretched to the limit by my
lover's awesomely impressive girth.
"You can touch me if you want," I said to my husband, starting to feel the
weensiest pangs of guilt. "Touch me where his prick's going in. See the way
my lips wrap around him?"
My husband was on his feet, his fingers trembling as he tinkered with my twat.
Then -- deliberately -- I pulled forward so that my lover's prick flopped free,
and, just as I'd hoped, my husband wasted no time in replacing it with his
fingers.
"See?" crowed my old man to my lover. "When she's really hot for it, only a
real man will do!" He totally believed himself too!
Far from taking umbrage that he'd been cheated out of my pussy and resigned to
taking second place, my lover once again contented himself with my mouth,
spunking in it while my husband knelt behind me, clutching my ass giving it to
me hard and fast doggie style. I came so intensely, I almost screamed the
place down!
I soaked in the bath for almost an hour. When I walked back into the bedroom I
was surprised to see my lover still there, by all accounts the best of chums
with my old man. I dropped my towel and bent down to retrieve my black
fishnets from the floor and my lover grabbed me and wrestled me to the bed.
"I hope you're not going to be gentle with me," I said.
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