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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The personal trainer hadn’t worked and that was the last hope. I had to accept that my love of sugary treats and family pizza nights were no match for Tuesday night 5 aside.
I’d been office bound since my accident but the force had kept me on to lead on specialist investigations. I missed being out on traffic duties but my new team were young and enthusiastic. Helen was particularly talented. Brunette, cheerful and full figured, she was everything my wife wasn’t. My wife was a soulless gym junkie who’d resorted to dying her hair blonde to hide her greying complexion.
I was invited to a conference and jumped at the opportunity for a 3 night trip to London without my wife and kids. I noticed that Helen was also attending and as we discussed the trip over mid morning croissants I noticed what I thought was a flirt. My old pecker tingled. Odd. My wife didn’t touch me. But Helen, with a hand through her hair and a cheeky smile, had stirred something within me.
Dinner was uneventful. Petit fours would soak up my 4th glass of house red. Or was it fifth glass. Who was counting? I’d accepted middle age and if I wanted a drink I’d bloody well have one. Helen came over to share the small chocolates and sampled my wine. We laughed. Gosh, she was curvy. The wine had relaxed me and I was caught off guard gazing at her tremendous cleavage.
A slap was all I deserved. But it lingered, her hand softened and she drew closer until her perfume coated my nostrils. For Christ sakes man, she’s 20 years your junior, this is no way to think. My pecker thought differently. She beckoned me to follow her and in a wine induced trance I hobbled after her, my dodgy hip having seized up whilst eating dinner.
She was sympathetic. Warmth and calm oozed from her as she removed her blazer. Her dress floated as she glided toward me until her lips met with mine. We kissed. She whimpered. I grew hard. She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my round belly, massaging my limp buttocks as her head neared my belt. Her tender hands made light work of my undress and I was naked. Overweight, unfit and sporting what can only be described as a 9 inch steel pole. Pointing to the heavens my pecker had achieved its former glory. Huge, veiny, thick and desperate to be drained.
Helen rose and our eyes met once more. Though this time my former confidence reappeared. 7 years. What did my wife expect to happen? Donuts and wine could only fill my hurt so much. I needed this! I wanted this! I reached her arms overhead and lifted the dress clean off. Helens white bra held up her monstrous twins. My eyes danced down. Her tummy was plump but defined. My hands felt her hips for her pants. Found nothing. Surely not. I gazed down at her bare vagina. A small landing strip and a pair of inch long labia were framed between her muscular thighs. She whispered that my body was making her wet. I rushed in, face first. Licking, sucking, spitting. Her clitoris rose up and her labia stood proud as she came on my face. I spat on it and she rubbed her erect clit as I slipped in 2 chubby fingers. She sat up. She unclipped. My eyes widened as the 2 white globes furnished with large pastel pink areola sprang from their confines. They bounced. Sat perky then sagged just slightly. I loved them. She lay back.
Her legs widened. My bulbous tip pressed against her fleshy vagina. I gasped as I edged my 9 inches up her. She went limp and moaned gently as the shaft stretched her most intimate parts. I was all in. All shaft and all risk of divorce pushed into her. She pulled for more. 18 stone of middle age began building momentum. Soon she was screaming. She kept cumming. The sloshing and the scent filled all my senses and I plunged harder, grabbing her flapping breasts and piling her legs up onto my wide shoulders. She squirted cum. Dribbles coated my full balls. Helens plump arse imprinted itself on the memory foam and still I wasn’t satisfied. She screamed for more. My hand reached under her, my finger danced on her juice coated back entrance. She smiled. My finger pushed deep into her sphincter as my wand filled her womb. She mopped her brow and gasped. Relaxed. Tightened. Then relaxed once more and my rhythm built, fingering her tight arse as my cock penetrated her flap guarded hole and my mouth sucked on her stiff pink nipples whilst she wailed in ecstasy.
Dad bod. Maybe. Helen still comes on every work trip.. |
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