Carly Winston was hot, horny and so eager for her husband to get home. She needed to be fucked, long and hard, god, she was so horny, she could smell her own lust rising off her body. She looked at the clock, she decided to give her husband a welcome home from work. She wrote down a note, and pinned it to the door, it read, "Dear hubby, I'm so fucking hot, wet and horny, come upstairs baby, see me all hot and ready for you, peel off my red thong panties, then fuck me, fuck me long, fuck me hard, and blow your balls deep inside me!"
Since he would be home in 5 minutes, she was sure that no one else would read that note. She hurried upstairs, stripped naked, donned her red thong panties. Looking around, she saw her sleeping mask. She felt the lust, she had used it when they had last fucked 2 days ago, the lack of seeing what he was doing, just feeling it, added a spicy shot to it, and she decided that would be a lot of fun.
Downstairs, the phone rang, but she had the ringer turned down, so she did not hear it. Her husband was calling to tell her that he was caught at the office, since he was in charge he had to catch up on the reports that needed to be dealt with quickly, and she shouldn't expect him for another couple of hours. He left her a message and then got back to work.
When she heard the downstairs door open, she slipped on the sleeping mask. Her pussy gushed, she was going to get the hard fucking she craved. She stood in the middle of the bedroom, her legs spread, her ass cocked up, and waited for her husband's cock to come and get her.
Hal McMannas, their neighbor, had just stopped by to ask Carly's husband Kevin if they could go golfing on Sunday. He saw the note, read it, and his cock soared up. Oh fuck, he'd wanted to fuck the very delectable Carly since she and Kevin had become his neighbors. Watching her on the patio for tanning, wearing a very skimpy bikini, her body oiled up and glistening, really got his motor going. He envied Rod, having a hot, sexy wife like that to fuck every night.
He relieved the pressure by giving his wife Sheryl long, hard fucks, remembering the sight of Carly turned him into a midnight stallion, and Sheryl's shrieks of pleasure would fill their bedroom. Rod would bone her eager cunt, fantasizing that Carly's body was squirming beneath him, Carly's cunt was wrapped around his cock, milking at him, and it was Carly's shrieks of pleasure that were filling the bedroom. That would take him over, he'd growl like a tiger, and his cock would go off like a fire hose, slamming his cock in as deep as he could go, painting his wife's pussy with a flood, inundating her cervix with his built up load of thick cream.
Sheryl was visiting her mother, it had been 3 days, and every day, Carly had been out on her patio, sunbathing in that skimpy bikini. Hal worked from home as an IT consultant, and the window of his home office gave him an open, unobstructed view of the patio, and let him drink in the vision.
His cock was rock hard, yesterday, Carly had given him a show. Unaware that he was watching from the window, once on the patio, she had looked around, satisfied that she seemed alone, she'd stripped off her skimpy bikini. Rod's pole grew to its full 9 inches, god, her body was spectacular. He saw the faint tan lines that her bikini had covered. He couldn't look away as her hands spread suntan oil, giving the paler skin of her ass an extra coating, stretching grandly, then laying down on the chaise lounger. The sight of her naked backside, her sexy ass cheeks gleaming with oil, he had fished out his prick and stroked off to the sight. Imagining what her body looked like in the grip of passion, the sounds of joy and delight as she was fucked, and the feel of her hot cunt, cumming all over his cock made his prick erupt, and he'd gushed out his pent up load, his body shaking.
He looked over at the telephone and saw the "message waiting" light flashing. He went over, saw Kevin's work office number, and lifted the receiver. He grinned when he heard Kevin's voice saying that he was caught at work, and he'd be home in a couple of hours. He deleted the message and the last call display, he took the note off the door, folded it, and tucked it into his shirt pocket. Remembering the sight of Carly naked, and with Kevin stuck at work, the idea of fucking Carly really took control of him, and he decided to take the risk. He bounded up the stairs, and he could see the door to the bedroom ajar. He turned in, and stopped dead, his cock rose up like a jack in the box, holy fuck.
There she was, almost naked except for that tiny red thong panties, her eyes were covered with a sleeping mask. She was facing a large mirror, and he could see her reflection, her big grapefruit sized melons, the slight tummy swell, which he found incredibly erotic, and the nicely curved hips, a neatly trimmed nest of hair as blonde as the hair on her head, long sleek legs, oh fuck, he was so hard, it was almost painful. Oh man, her eyes are covered, what a huge stroke of luck.
When he stepped into the bedroom, Carly, in the grip of her red hot lust, cooed, "Oh baby, so glad you're home, my hot little cunt has been burning for you baby! Give me that nice big cock, strip off my panties, and then ram your big cock into me!"
