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Sunday MorningShe was stroking my cock. I pressed her to me and kissed her lips passionately. I turned her on her back getting ready to satisfy my lust and … woke up. Yes, it was just a dream… A sweet pleasant dream…The sun was bright and shining through the window. I could hear some remote noise from outside. I stretched myself. Getting up in the morning was so difficult… It was so nice and comfortable lying under the warm blanket. But the interrupted dream still tortured me – my cock was rock-hard not only in the dream but in reality too.I passed my hand over the right half of the bed trying to find my wife. I wanted to make love with her as soon as possible. But she wasn’t there, her place was still warm.“She must have got up recently” I thought.I listened carefully and heard the water purling and a rhythmical sound of a knife working. She was cooking breakfast for me.I stood up reluctantly and without dressing up moved to the kitchen. I didn’t feel cold after the warmth of the bed.-I’m glad you’ve woken up. Good morning, honey! – my wife said slicing a cucumber. – I’m cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry?My thoughts were far from breakfast. My wife turned back and saw my huge erection. She smiled but said nothing. I came up, embraced her and pressed my hot penis to her short dressing gown.-Darling, why don’t we fuck for a while?My hands were working under the dressing gown already. The two boobs were squeezed tightly by the my palms and my lips touched her bursa escort neck. I began caressing her, making her feel aroused.-Stop it, honey… – She objected but didn’t resist my caress. – The pastry is almost ready. I wanna bake a cherry pie for you. Just a few minutes and I’ll join you. I’ll be soon.She pushed me away tenderly and removed my hands from her breasts. I wasn’t going to stop. My cock wanted attention.I approached my wife from behind and wrapped my arms around her waist making an attempt to incline her to sex one more time. A hard cock set right between her buttocks and pressed to the crotch.Involuntarily she moved a bit backwards and rubbed her crotch against the head of my cock. She let out a moan and tried to resist slightly. I pressed to her closer and again felt she responded. She liked what was happening and just pretended to be resisting.One more motion and her short gown went up. I felt my supersensitive cock set against a hot anus. The phallus got even stiffer from that. Both my wife and I understood resistance was pointless.My wife bent forward a bit keeping on slicing vegetables for the salad. I pulled her gown up, wetted the finger with saliva and started fondling my wife’s butt hole. I moved forward and the head of my cock approached to the vagina threshold. She moaned and bent lower trying to press the head to her clit.I put half of my finger into my wife’s vagina and felt how it got stuck inside as the she wanted to keep it bursa escort bayan in for longer. My wife helped me by moving her pelvis up and down and feeling her own excitement grow slowly. The head was massaging her nub perfectly.I was circling the digit slowly feeling her body motions; the finger went deeper and deeper inside. She was moaning in a constrained voice. She had absolutely forgotten about the salad and gave herself to the enjoyment she experienced.Finally I took my finger out and the head moist with my wife’s juices slid inside easily. She bit her lip to stop the scream coming out of her mouth.I held my wife’s hips strongly and made circular movements entering deeper and deeper with my cock. The view of the anus made me very turned on. I even didn’t have to move – her vagina was pulsing and bringing me huge amount of pleasure.My wife was moaning thankfully. She squeezed my cock with her hand right at the base to regulate the length of it coming inside. Soon it was fully in, all 7 inches…I embraced my wife. One hand was fondling her nipple while the other was stroking her vulva lips and the nub of the clit. She moved her pelvis slowly towards me and then back. I was on the verge when the timer of the bread maker signaled the dough was ready.-Let me go, – my wife said. – I need to roll out the paste.I released her pulling the cock out reluctantly. She got off the phallus and started rolling out the dough. Then she stuck her butt out saying:-I escort bursa like anal sex for the sensation of fullness. One can never experience anything like that while practicing usual sex. Vagina is too wide for it…I didn’t have to be asked twice. Relaxed anus admitted the cock easily. More than a half of it entered when the I stopped my thrust, being afraid I could hurt my wife.A wave of enjoyment consumed me as her butt embraced my penis. We weren’t in a hurry swaying forth and back as my wife was rolling out the dough and impaling on my cock. I squeezed my wife’s boobs and we both moaned loudly.I was close to climax. I suddenly strained and ejaculated. I kept on moving being on the top of the heaven trying to prolong the sensations. My wife’s body held the getting limp cock inside as if striving to milk the last drops of semen out of it. She felt me relaxed.-Don’t take it out! Stop for a moment! – She said being aware of the fact she might miss her own orgasm.I exploded too early today, she was very close to pleasure. Just a few more seconds…She started rubbing her clit. A weak but still rather hard cock was sliding up and down easily in her rear. My wife squeezed her butt halves tightly and strained her legs. A wave of orgasm rose from her feet to the belly and then all over her body: she climaxed. For some time she stood this way trying to recover her breath, then relaxed.I looked at her in surprise. If she had asked me to lick her I would have done it with pleasure. She just smiled in response.When it was all over my wife had a strong desire to go to bed, sleep for some time but she had much to do. Her knees were weak and she sat on the chair. She went on cooking a cherry pie for me.

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