This Is How Her Weekend With Her Bull Is Going!!! God I Love My Sexy Hotwife!! 😘😈🥵

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This is how her weekend with her bull is going!!! God I love my sexy Hotwife!! 😘😈🥵

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My wife just left for a few days out of town. She’s wants daily pics of her cock! 😵‍💫🤤🥵😈🔐🍆

This is how her weekend with her bull is going!!! God I love my sexy Hotwife!! 😘😈🥵

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Anklet long game

About two months ago I met a woman at Kohls when I was doing an Amazon return. She was in front of me and as I approached we exchanged a glance which was pretty innocent. There were two people ahead and a bit of a line. She was wearing yoga pants and athletic top, but a light jacket. Blonde hair in a pony tail, but dark eyes. I was checking her out, but trying to avoid being noticed, but then I saw the anklet on her right ankle. Since we had people between us and she was ahead of me, I was assuming I wouldn't get the opportunity to chat her up. She made her return and smiled at me as she was leaving. I took note of which direction she went in case we could cross paths.

It didn't take long for me to get my return in and on my way out I went the same direction that she took to see if I could find her. I saw her lingering by the housewares section and approached her. Thankfully she was still near the walkway so it didn't appear too intentional. I asked her if she ever had trouble returning anything and she said no. She returned a dress that they messed up on. They not only sent the wrong style, but the wrong size. It was sealed with the right code though. I had similar things happen. We ended up in a conversation about the downfall of quality in Amazon where the marketplace feels flooded by knockoffs of knockoffs.

After a few minutes, I her body language changed. She stopped looking at whatever she was looking at. She was facing me, played with some strands of her hair by her ear, and she had a relaxed smile and laugh. Before the pedestrian conversation overstayed its welcome, I complimented her on her anklet and asked her where she got it. She thanked me and said that it does not get recognized often. I asked if her husband got it for her or if she picked it out herself. She said she picked it out, but her husband likes it. I asked if he gave his approval and she said yes and that he encouraged her to get it. I asked if it was her idea or his. She said his, but that she loves it.

The conversation within a conversation went on for about another minute before she beat me to the punch and asked for my contact info. She texted me a lips emoji so we both had our numbers. Over the next few weeks, we texted and it quickly got sexual. She recently got into the hotwife game. Her husband shared a kink with her and while she was initially turned off, she was intrigued. It took a long time for them to find someone, but eventually he found someone to fuck her while he watched. That was about five months ago and since then, she fucked two other guys. Of the three, only one she still fucks because two of the other guys got weird.

I've been insanely busy because of the end of our fiscal year at work (sales...), so I have not had time to meet up with many new friends. It did allow her and I to marinate and flirt to build up a massive amount of sexual tension where she would send nudes and even some content of the other men fucking her. This weekend, we finally got together. The husband wanted to meet me, so I met them for dinner. She looked amazing in a short dress that showed off her cleavage. The vibe was great, so they invited me back to their place and she rode with me. On the ride back, our hands were all over each other, even though I was driving. She had my cock out and was stroking it, one of her tits popping out of her dress and her dress hiked up so I could slide my fingers along and into her, past her thong.

We got back to their place and he watched her make out with me, in my parked car, in their driveway. It was an appetizer and we went inside while he watched us. Our mouths and hands were all over each other as I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I sat her down on her ass and leaned her back, hovering over her and kissing her, all while between her legs. I pulled her panties off and explored her with my hands and made my way down to take my time eating her pussy. Her husband just watched, slowly stroking his cock. The dirty talk escalated from her as I was buried between her thighs. It was mostly her talking to him, asking if he liked what he saw, telling him that I was going to fuck her. It was hot and she begged for me to fuck her. My mouth was covered in her and she came on my mouth once already. I pulled my cock out and slid into her. Her needy pussy was tight, but the wetness made it easy. I was losing my mind by this point and I NEEDED to fuck her. I bit my lip and pushed harder into her with each thrust despite the tightness.

The fucking was hard and with passion, taking time to kiss at times. Her husband came while I was fucking her from behind and she breathlessly talked dirty to him. He went to clean up and left us alone. We continued to fuck for some time and she begged for me to cum in her mouth as I was getting close. I could feel it and I told her. She hopped off of me and sucked my cock and stroked with her hand until I came in her mouth, her eyes looking up at me. I pushed her back onto her back at went down her pussy and as she was getting close, I slid my still-hard cock back into her. She came hard on my cock and dug her fingernails into my back, leaving marks. During this time, her husband came by to watch now and again, but never lingered for long. It took longer this time, but she said she wanted me to use her pussy to cum again and I did.

It was late and we hung out for a bit afterwards. She sat on her husband's lap and they kissed, still not having washed my cum from her mouth. I watched him eat her pussy for a bit as she teased him about her freshly fucked pussy. They asked if I wanted to hang out longer, but I left and said we should get together again sometime. He said it was cool if she met me alone, but he would like to watch sometime again.