A busy day has finally come to an end. I arrive at my hotel, check in and open the door. I amaze at what is in front of me. Glossy red lips, provocatively apart, the tip of her tongue slowly caressing them. My eyes move down to a beautiful lacy basque, cupping two incredibly full and round breasts then further down to an incredibly tiny thong clearly showing off a fully waxed pussy atop stockings and high heels.
Stunned, unable to move, I mumble ' what's this?' The reply comes back ' surprise baby' - it was my wife.
She walks toward me, pulls me close, presses her lips onto mine and she kisses me. I impulsively kiss back searching out each other's tongues. As every second passes the kissing becomes more urgent - almost violent.
She leads me across the room, throws off my jacket and forces me onto the bed. She straddles me and feels my arousal through my trousers as she presses her pussy onto me.
The kissing intensifies as I caress her back moving my hands around to her tits, my fingers using all their experience to free her heavy breasts from the basque. I cup them in my hands as best I can given their size and massage them, squeeze them, rub the nipples and generally abuse them in every way I could. I can already feel her wetness dripping onto my trousers. She is looking at me in a way I had never seen before - this was pure passion where she was going to do whatever she wanted to me.
I wasn't going to fight this
She tells me that she was going to fuck me without taking a piece of clothing off but can't - she tells me that she has to see me, touch me, feel my skin on hers. She rips my shirt off, she has never moved her hands around me like this - she pinches, squeezes, bites and then unzips my trousers.
