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I left for work like any other day. It was Friday and after work I had
planned to work out and then meet a couple of girlfriends for diner and
drinks. Then it would be home to my hubby and I was looking forward to what he had in store for me that night. He left me a note on my car seat letting me know he wanted to bend me over and royally just fuck my brains out. I loved when he bent me over. I loved whenever he touched me cause I knew I’d end up soaked in my own juices.

My day went as planned, a quick work out and a shower. I changed into my dark red stretch dress. It’s a dress that hugs my body and I knew my hubby loved pulling it up to play with me and pulling it down to rub my tits. With that and a thong I was all dressed. He loved it when I didn’t wear a bra.

I rushed through dinner and drinks. Jan had brought an intern along named
Julie…. They all wanted me to go along with them to a club but I was just too horny. I wanted to get home. Julie told them to stop asking. she winked at me and leaned in to say, “If I had him at home I’d want to be there too! If only half the stories are true. Hmmmm!!! If you ever want to share him.” I knew she was drunk and I was a little tipsy so I chalked it off to the drink but she was right. I just wanted to feel him inside of me. So I left.

I called him on the way home and he was still working. He often works from home and today, and or tonight was no different. “I’ll be waiting” is all
he said. I laughed, “Don’t start without me.”

We live on a country road and as I turned in the driveway I was puzzled that his truck was not in the driveway. The further I went down our driveway the more disappointed I was. No lights on in the house, no truck, no hubby. Maybe he got a call from a client but why not call me. I even noticed none of the outside lights were on. He always left the front light on. It was about 10:00 and I fumbled with my keys to the front door. As I took them out of my purse, and placed them in the lock. I was pushed into the door. I felt a man’s body against me, one hand pushed my head into the door, and the other ran along my leg. I thought it was my husband but I couldn’t be sure. I started to speak but I was pushed even harder. I tried to speak again and got pushed again. Then he pulled back from me, his body not pressed against me. One hand still kept me pinned against the door while the other pulled up my dress. Was it my husband or not? I tried to look around but my hair was in my way and I could barely move.

Then I heard a click. I knew that sound or I thought I knew it. Then I felt a blade on my thigh. The blade ran up my thigh to my hip, under my thong and cut. Then the other side was cut and he pulled my thong from between my legs. He rubbed the material between my legs, as I tried to close my legs. Another push. He kicked one leg to the side to press his hand and my thong deeper into my pussy. I was wet. It had to be my husband. it hand to be. He pulled the thong from my pussy and shoved it into my mouth; something else went over my eyes. I could kinda see through it but everything was blurry. My pussy was dripping wet. That click again and I knew it had to be my husband. That sound was too familiar. It was his pocket knife opening and closing. It just had to be my husband but even the thought of being taken. well left my nipples hard, and my pussy even wetter.

He pulled me to the side of the porch. Pushed me into the wall and pressed his body against me again. I could fell his hard cock rubbing against my ass. I was moaning or trying to; my thong was still in my mouth.

His hand reached around and he pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts. He started to caress and fondle them, pulling gently at my nipples, to then only squeeze my breasts hard. His mouth ran along the back of my neck, kissing it so softly. I could just about feel his breath on my moist skin. His hand would work from my breasts to my pussy. His fingers would run down across my nipples, down my stomach, down the outside of my thighs and then up along the inside of my thighs until he would press his hand against my pussy. He would press and rub it, spread my lips with his fingers and play with my clit, then a finger would go inside, then another finger would go in. Together a couple of fingers in and out of my pussy while his thumb pressed on my labia. My legs were shaking; my pussy was dripping, just waiting for the first orgasm. Each time the wave would build, a little more, a little wetter, a little hotter, and then like he knew he would stop. To tease me. His hand would go back to my breasts, tracing little circles around my nipples, pulling ay them, twisting them, and squeezing oh so hard. Then his cock would rub on my ass some more, along the crack of my ass and then he would slide it between my legs. Rubbing his shaft on my pussy lips, rubbing his dick all over my pussy, just a little inside to tease some more and then he would stop. His hand back down my body to my dripping cunt. I wanted to scream out to fuck me, fuck me hard. Fill me with cum, drop me to my knees and shove your cock down my throat. but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. He teased me and teased me, my knees growing weaker, shaking, the juice from my pussy running down my leg and I had yet to cum.

I guess he too could take it no longer. He spread my legs some more, pulled my hips back and pushed my head forward. His cock ran across my ass, between my legs. First he stuck the head of his cock in, and pulled it out. Back in and back out. Finally he pushed the head of his cock in and left it there. I tried to back into him but he pushed me. Then a little more of his cock went inside and then he just rammed his whole cock deep inside of me. I came, my pussy spurting around his cock, soaking his dick in my juices. He just started to fuck me. Pulling his cock all the way out till just the tip of the head was inside of me and then ramming it back inside of me. I couldn’t count the orgasms. All I knew was that I was soaked in my own juices. He kept fucking me from one orgasm to another, pulling me into him, almost having to hold me up. My legs just wouldn’t keep me up. I could feel the sweat from his face drip on my back. When he pulled me into him I could feel his hot and sweaty body against mine and I just wanted to melt.

He pulled me in once again and I thought he would finally cum but he pulled his cock out and ran it along my ass. I was totally out of it. He pushed me further over. I was bent over a chair on the front porch. I could faintly hear cars passing by. I wondered if they could see. I still wondered just a little if it was my husband but it had to be. The sound of the knife, even the feeling of his cock inside of me. No one has ever been able to satisfy me like he could. He could fuck me forever and never cum. He put my hands on the chair, pushed my head down, spread my legs a little more. His cock ran up and down the crack of my ass until he pushed the head of his dick inside my ass. I tried to scream but couldn’t. It hurt but it felt so fucking good. Then like he did my puss he just rammed it into me. I swear I passed out after a couple of times. Between the feeling of being fucked in my ass and his hand fingering my cunt I just didn’t know where I was. He pounded my ass, hard. When he wasn’t rubbing my clit he would smack my ass, harder then harder. In rhythm to his thrusts. My body was just going nuts. Pain that felt so good and a pussy that just kept cuming. and finally I felt him arch. His cock buried in my ass and the squirts of his juice filling my ass. He pulled his cock out and I could feel him coming on my ass. I could feel the cum dripping out of my ass. With his last squirt he smacked my ass with his cock. He pulled me up. Unlocked the door and pushed me inside. I tumbled to the floor covered in cum, exhausted and not wanting to move. It must have been 10 minutes before I realized he had not followed me in. Why not? It has to be my husband.

I still lay there for another 10 minutes before I got up to take a shower. It was past 1:00 in the morning. He must have toyed with me and fucked me for several hours. I was in bed when I heard the front door. My husband came upstairs. Seems like he had just taken a shower. Maybe he was in the pool. He bent over to kiss me and said, “Sorry I missed you when you got home.” I thought for a moment and said, “That’s ok, you can miss me again tomorrow.”

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