Nick arrived home from work, at about 5pm, got out of his fiesta and opened his front door, his keys jangling as he pushed the door open. His house was a two bedroom semi-detached bungalow, situated in a cozy neighbourhood. It had all the furnishings you would expect - furniture, pictures, carpet; everything a house wanted but with a woman's touch, that being his wife. His wife usually greeted him at the door, with a hug and kiss and the usual small talk between husband and wife. But there was oddly...nothing, not even the dog wagged its tail as Nick entered the door. He put his keys in the dish, and took off his shoes and placed them next to hers. Everything was neat and tidy...but never taking it to that OCD level, his wife made sure of that. He hung his blazer up on the coat stand, unravelling his tie, loosening it so that he could undo some buttons on his shirt.
Nick was 5' 11" tall, with short ginger hair and a slight beard, and his physique was OK, though he had a massive 11" cock. Nick slowly made his way towards the master bedroom, which was situated at the rear of the bungalow.
The door was slightly ajar, and through it he could see his wife spread out on the bed, naked except for the her panties around her leg in a rush to pleasure herself. Nick could hear the whir of the vibrator as his wife, Becca, began to masturbate, her moans were loud and tempting, and he could faintly hear the sounds of the TV as it played out a porn movie. Nick looked over his wife and her figure, seeing her pale skin and her big tits, as well as the mound of her pussy.
"Mmmmm mmmmm oh god," Becca moaned as she pushed the vibrator in and out her wet pussy. Nick's wife was fairly good-looking. She had brown hair and green eyes, a good figure - she was "curvy" - those big luscious tits he loved to wrap his cock around, her strong legs, and her sweet pussy. She was about 5'7" - a few inches shorter than Nick, and definitely a good thing for Nick.
As he looked his wife over, Nick felt the surge in his groin and felt his cock stiffen to the point where he needed to take his clothes off, it pushed and probed against his clothes, wanting to be set free. He rubbed his groin absently as he watched his wife plunge the vibrator in and out, and he heard the lewd sounds of her skin and the vibrator contacting. Nick's cock throbbed again and he realised that he could go away and masturbate himself and watch porn himself, or interrupt his wife and fuck her silly.
Nick decided with the latter and push open the door slightly, his trousers now removed, thrown astray without looking, and his cock could clearly be seen through his boxers, though he still wore his obligatory shirt and tie. "Hey honey, I'm home." He said and she gasped, pulling up the duvet to try and cover herself, but when she saw it was Nick (a horny Nick) she let the duvet fall to the side, opening her legs again widely, inviting him. "You're home, I see...," a finger trailed up her slit, teasing him. "How long have you been watching me?" She rolled over onto her stomach and pretended to hump the mattress with enthusiastic thrusts, after a few she looked back at Nick over her shoulder and grinned.
She did the same again, humping the mattress with strong thrusts, her juices wetting the sheets beneath. A dark stain could be seen against the white of the sheets as her ass rose into the air again, the lewd sound of her pussy hitting the patch of wetness as she thumped herself down against it.
"Just a few minutes, before deciding to fuck you." He slowly pulled down his boxers as he said this, revealing his massive cock, throbbing and straining, wanting release. "So, now that we're both semi-naked...." He let the sentence hang, and Becca rolled over onto back again, and spread her legs widely again, using her finger to invite him. Nick slowly climbed onto the bed and then onto his wife, gently resting his body on hers, letting his weight come down on her gently.
They kissed passionately as Becca helped removed the rest of Nick's clothes, first his tie, removed his loosened tie and throwing it to the floor without looking; and then removed his shirt, pulling it slowly and seductively off of him. As his shirt came away from him, and it was more easier to do, one hand moved down his cock and began to stroke it absently. Not the point of orgasm, but just lightly and softly to keep him aroused. They parted slightly from the kissing, Nick sizing up his wife in a now up-close view.
His cock throbbed all the time as Becca slowly stroked it, and he felt that tenseness in his groin, suggesting that he was close to cumming. Already!? Nick thought; I've not even fucked her yet. His idle hands moved up to slowly grab and caress his wife tits, squeezing them gently and feeling the weight of them in his hands. Oh shit, I'm so close. "Mmmmm, baby...I'm sorry but, I'm gonna come." Becca went wide-eyed at this, knowing that he would at least cum quite a lot. "Ok," she said, and began to speed up her strokes, fully gripping his cock in her hand though of course she couldn't grip his full 11" in her hand.