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Clair
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My plane had just brought me back from an annual
conference in Dallas when I began to reminisce about my wife
and children. I loved my family but I was exhausted and
wanted only to get home and relax. The pilot had told us
that thunderstorms were headed our way, so I left the plane
as soon as the flight attendents opened the door and rushed
toward the baggage pickup area. I hoped I could get to my
old Pontiac before the rain began. When I approached the
baggage area, I noticed a woman standing by the baggage
conveyer. As I came closer, I realized that this woman was
my wife. Clair was still a great looking blonde even if she
was thirty-four years old. She had gathered her shoulder
length hair into a pony-tail. I loved her deeply in spite
of the fact that we had been together for nearly eight
years. She was wearing my London Fog trench coat and a pair
of white Reeboks. When our eyes met, we rushed to hug each
other. She was not the type to publicly display any
affection so we did not kiss, a virtue taught to her by her
Dad. She said she had taken a taxi to the airport to
welcome me home personally. I grabbed my bag off the
conveyer and off to the car we went.
We finally threaded our way through the crowded parking
lot to the Pontiac when the rain began to fall. I quickly
unlocked the door and forced myself inside. I leaned over
and unlocked her door. As she slid into the car, I noticed
that her legs were almost completely exposed. I asked,
"Isn't it a little cool for shorts?" She responded, "Yes
it is. As a matter of fact, I wore my warmest 'birthday
suit' ". With this said, she removed the coat and presented
her naked body for me to devouer with my eyes. I thought to
myself, "What has possessed this normally withdrawn
person?". The light rain suddenly turned into a torrential
downpour. I don't believe we noticed.
Clair said, "I have something special for you." She
leaned over and slipped her tongue into my mouth. We kissed
long and deep until our breath became hot and labored.
Her fingers skillfully unhooked my belt and then unfastened
my pants. The rain was pelting the car with a tremendous
sound. No one would see us since our hot breath had fogged
the windows completely. She smiled and licked her lips as
she slid my pants and shorts down to my ankles. She opened
my shirt until my chest was exposed and then placed her lips
on my left nipple. She sucked my tit and then swirled her
tongue around it until it was hard and erect. Then she
kissed my chest and proceeded to taste my other nipple. By
now, my cock was as hard as granite and my groin began to
ache. When she finished, she kissed my lips while lightly
stroking my ramrod. She moved her head down to my lap and
began to kiss the head of my dick. At first, she would only
allow the head to enter her mouth while caressing it with
with the other, she would softly stroke my cock. I reached
for her well-developed breasts and began to knead them
carefully. She was now sliding her mouth up and down my hot
shaft, taking in as much as she could without choking. I
felt such intense pleasure that I though I was going to
scream. I told her, "Please stop or I'll come for sure."
She withdrew and whispered into my ear, "It's time for you
to fuck me, lover boy."
She laid back on the front seat and placed her feet
over my shoulders. With a grin I told her, "Before I fuck
ya, I'm going to suck ya!" I buried my face into her warm
muff and slid my tongue up and down her wet slit. She
moaned as I artfully licked her clit and occasionally, for a
treat, I would thrust my tongue into her moist hole. All of
a sudden, she wickedly moved her hips and shouted, "I'm
cumming you son-of-a-bitch, I'm cumming!" Her moans
eventually subsided and I knew it was time to bury my human
hatchet.
I guided my stiff shaft toward her waiting pussy. It
felt hot and wet as the head entered the opening. Unable to
restrain myself any longer, I shoved my cock deep into her
hole. We both moaned with pleasure. At first, I slowly
pumped her joy hole, but it wasn't long before the momentum
picked up. My shaft was rhythmically and forcefully sliding
in and out. Her moans got louder and louder until she was
nearly screaming. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!", she cried.
Her hips were gyrating wildly as she felt the intense
orgasm. Nearing my moment, I fucked her even harder and
quicker. I pumped and pumped until I screamed and exploded
inside her.
We both laid motionless for a few minutes to savor our
wonderful encounter. We hugged and kissed until the rain
began to turn into a light drizzle. We covered ourselves
for the trip home and started our short journey.
As we neared the house, she whispered into my ear, I
love you and I missed you." The remote control directed the
garage door to open. I pulled the car into the garage and
pressed the remote control once more to close the door. I
fully expected to be greeted by the children but to my
surprise, everything was calm and peaceful. As we exited
the car, I asked about the children. She said, "The kids
are staying with my sister tonight." We smiled at one
another and hugged once more. I asked if she had planned
anything for this evening. She grinned like a Cheshire cat
and fondly grabbed my crotch and said, "Let's go inside and
see what cums up!"
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