Serendipitous Date Night with Isabelle A Story of Vincent and Isabelle.As I entered the house my wif

Serendipitous Date Night with Isabelle A Story of Vincent and Isabelle.As I entered the house my wife Isabelle was laying sprawled across the couch watching television. She was wearing her favorite white ‘party dress’, her long bare legs stretched out along the sofa with her hair done back in a ponytail, looking sexy as all hell. She seemed sad, and I was shocked that she was home. Her clutch lay discarded on the coffee table along with her earrings and her heeled Dayna boots had been tossed angrily into a corner. I watched her sigh, disappointment evident in her pretty face as she flipped from one 1970’s game show to another. I slipped off my suit jacket and lay it across the back of my chair as I leaned in to give her a kiss.“I thought you were going to dinner with your girlfriends tonight. Something happen?”“Halle broke up with her boyfriend – again” she replied with more than a hint of frustration in her voice, “and a couple of the others had to bow out. We decided to cancel the night. Got all dressed up for nothing.”I smiled, taking one last lingering look at my sexy wife before heading into the open kitchen. Loosening my tie, I went over to the fridge and took out a bottle of chilled Pinot Grigio. “She will be back with him by Monday, just like always. Don’t worry. Since your night is ruined anyway, maybe you’d like to spend the evening with your poor neglected husband. We can order take-out from the Greek place around the corner. Unless you still want to go out for dinner?”“Neglected my ass.” she said with a smirk on her face. She joined me in the kitchen, taking a glass of wine from my hand, stretching up on her toes and planting a warm, soft kiss on my lips. “You have got to be the most spoiled husband in the city. And the luckiest. But, no, lets just order in. I’m not in the mood to go out anymore. The usual?”“Fine by me. But remind them no onions, Okay?” I said, answering her kiss with my own. Isabelle walked back into the living room, taking her cell from her clutch to place the order. I watch as she moves, sipping my wine, loving the gentle sway of her hips, her smooth legs, the subtle curve of her back. The sound of her voice as she orders. Even the way she tilts her head into the phone to speak turns me on. And yes, I think, I am a very lucky man.“How long to delivery?” I ask as she puts down the phone, freshening up both our glasses.“They said thirty minutes or so. Fridays are a busy night for them. I ordered the octopus and the grape leaves as well. I hope you don’t mind but I’m simply starving tonight. Damned Halle and her screwed up love-life” Isabelle takes a sip of wine and kisses me again, I can taste the fruit on her lips, the tip of her pink tongue sliding out to meet my own. She looked up at me, giving me that impish, tilted smile, “I’m going to go change. Hope you still have that look in your eyes when I’m in sweatpants and a dirty t-shirt.”I watched her bounce off into the bedroom, smiling to myself as I finished off my glass. Isabelle was one of those rare women that looked drop-dead gorgeous no matter what she wore; party dress, dirty sweats, or nothing at all. Knowing that I had plenty of time until food arrived, I walked towards the foyer closet to grab the gift I got her a few weeks ago. I always liked giving her little surprises now and again, whether just to cheer her up or simply to see the sparkle in her eyes, her smile as she bit softly into her bottom lip as she opened it.I knew she was looking forward to going out with her friends for dinner and dancing as well as a night filled with giggling and gossip. I hated to see her sad and very selfishly loved being the one that made her happy again. I fought my way past a dozen or so shoe boxes and finally found it, walking into the bedroom with the little silver-wrapped box in my hands. I caught Isabelle half-dressed, sliding into her sweatpants still wearing only her sheer white bra otherwise. She did not hear me come in at first, which gave me a precious moment to take in the cleavage between her creamy breast and admire her ass wiggling happily as she slid herself into her pants. A familiar twitch made itself felt at my crotch, the savage little beast seeming to pull me forward into the room. Isabelle saw me come in and wrapped her arms around her heavy breasts comically with a look of feigned shock. Hell, but she was beautiful.“Look, I know you were disappointed to not go out with your friends and get stuck with just me again. Hopefully this will cheer you up a little.”Isabelle took the little box from my hand, giving me that lip-biting smile of hers as she carefully opened the wrapping paper. A smile that only grew brighter as she opened it to see the earrings that I had bought for her on our last trip through the mall, sneaking the purchase in behind her back as she was buried deep in the handbag section.“Oh wow…How did you hide these from me? These are just beautiful. You are so sweet!” she said as she pulled me down back into those pillow soft lips. Her tongue once again finds mine and I pull her up into my arms, her toes leaving the floor as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. I rock her back and forth gently in my arms, our kiss burning ever more passionately until she can feel my hardness pressing along her inner thigh. “Mmmm. Nice. Now I feel bad for not going out with you tonight. Let me make it up to you.”Isabelle slides out of my arms and grabs my belt buckle, working my pants and boxers down to my ankles. My erection becomes iron-hard in her hands and I am already moaning by the time she starts planting soft little kisses up and down the shaft. Her eyes are like magic, gazing up into mine, seeming to stop time, with only the pounding of my heart and her lingering kisses to mark the moments. She treats me to long licks up and down the underside of my cock, swirling her pointed tongue just under the head. Her tongue then trails down to my full, cum-heavy balls. She starts to kiss and suck on them, creating a light popping sound as she begins to moan; sensing the hot load of seed that I cannot wait to pump deep inside of her tight cunt. Her tongue licks back upwards and stops, teasing me mercilessly as she swirls it around the tip before her mouth engulfs my shaft. Her head bobs up and down, twisting to the side as she rises to the head, her talented tongue dancing along my burning flesh. I reach my hands down to unhook her bra, releasing her perfect breasts then slide my fingers into her hair, caressing her tenderly as she makes my very breath freeze in my lungs. With one hand she lightly traces my balls while the other hand strokes my cock.“Mmmm. Your cock is so big and hard for me tonight, Vincent. Does it like what my tongue is doing to it? Does it want more?” She then spits onto my cock and gives it a few strict tugs to make sure she has it’s full attention before she deepthroats the entire length, taking it deeper and deeper, rolling it into her throat as she drives it past her gag-reflex to take it straight down her throat. Her gurgling and little choking sounds excite me even more as I feel her swallow me whole, the slight undulations of her throat driving me insane. My hands move from simply playing with her hair to gripping her ponytail tightly in both fists.Isabelle pulls herself of my shaft, sputtering and spitting thick globs of spit across the head as she gasps for air, “Fuck my face! Make me swallow your big cock! You know what I fucking want!”I grab her head, her hair painfully in my fist, and roughly force her down onto my erection. No longer just my wife, my goddess, she is my hot cock-swallowing, ball-draining slut. She struggles and chokes at first but is able to take me all the way to the base of my cock. I keep forcing it in even as her fists pound at my hips, her nose buried in my pubes, her lips flush with my balls. I fuck her mouth hard and sloppy, knowing that despite the hot tears rolling down her cheeks that she can take every hard, thrusting inch. I remind her who and what she is, who she belongs to heart and soul, growling down at her though gritted teeth. She is practically swooning, her eyes half-closed, in love with every moment.I can feel my balls twitching now, that familiar feeling that tells me that I am about to flood her throat with a gallon of hot, rushing cum. I pull her away, releasing her, watching her practically collapse to the floor. Saliva runs from her mouth to my cock as she smiles and leans back against the bed.“Up on the bed, slut! I want to fuck those tits until I cum all over your fucking face”Isabelle practically tears off her sweatpants as she hurries to obey. I notice that she is not wearing any panties and somehow, impossibly, I feel my already aching cock grow even harder. She lays down across the bed, pressing her breasts together in invitation. She smiles up at me biting at her bottom lip, her gaze drawn to my slick wet cock, “Slide that big cock in, baby. Fuck my titties!”I quickly mount her chest, making sure not to crush her with my two-hundred-odd-pounds as I do. Wrapping her breasts around my hard cock, she spits one last time across the glistening head then leans back into the pillows waiting eagerly for my onslaught. I start to thrust back and forth replacing her hands with my own, crushing the soft mounds around my meat. It feels like Heaven and for a moment I entertain the thought of blowing my load, making her suck my cock dry as gobs of thick white spunk trail down her face. While I’m fucking her tits, I am pulling on her nipples, pinching them, feeling them turn into hard round pebbled between my fingertips. I thrust with more and more force and she begins to moan, spreading her legs behind me. Exposing her steaming wet pussy to the cool air of the air-conditioned bedroom. I reach back and start to rub her clit.“Oh Fuck! That’s it! That’s it! Rub my clit. Fuck! Make me cum while you fuck my tits! That feels so fucking goooooood!”I slow my pace, thrusting in between her tits with long hard strokes, holding it still just long enough for her to lift up her head and suck the first few inches of my cock. Her moans vibrate along my shaft and down to my balls as I start to finger-fuck her dripping pussy. Her pussy walls tighten up around my fingers gushing wetness and I pull her rock-hard nipples knowing her body like no other man ever has and ever will. In less than a minute she is shuddering under me, erupting with an orgasm only I could possibly give to her, “I…I’m cummminnnnggggg!”Isabelle is curled up on the bed, shivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, locked into a fetal position as she waits for her body to settle. There is nothing in this world I love more than watching my wife cum. She can give herself over to it; freely and completely. A goddess taking her due. The head of my cock is dripping pre-cum and I burn with the need to fuck her, to shoot my load deep inside of her, to see her cumming again with my cock buried in straight to her fucking womb. But not yet. I wipe the precum off my cock and present it to her, telling her to lick it off of my finger. She smiles weakly and does what I say, my sweet little kitten lapping up her master’s cream.I step back and remove all my clothes. Isabelle lays back on her bed, her legs spread wide playing with herself, keeping herself and that pretty little clit primed. Kneeling on the floor I pull her laughing to the edge of the bed. It is my turn to look up at her with a wicked grin as I start licking her pussy. I slowly lick up and down, tracing her folds with he tip of my tongue, spending extra time sucking tenderly on her budding clit.“Yeeees…..” she mewls, “That’s it, that’s it, keep going. Just like that. Make me cum again, baby. Yes! Yes! Yes yes yes yessssss!!!!” Her body is quivering, her legs beating along my shoulders, and her hands are gripping the back of my head.“You know what I want, don’t you my beautiful fucking slut. I want to feel you, taste that hot cunt squirting into my mouth. You’re going to give me what I want, aren’t you? Aren’t you?!”I throw her legs apart, gripping the backs of her knees in a vice and holding her open.  There is no one that knows my wife’s pussy like I do. Inside or out. My lips, my tongue, my fingers, even my very breath knows exactly what she wants, what she needs, what makes her gasp, and writhe and scream and cum. She is crushing her own breasts in her hands as her back arches off the bed, piercing her nipples with her nails as she lets loose the breathless wail that signals her orgasm.“Holy fuuuuckkkkkk! Oh godddd! I’m so…so sensitive… fuck! I’m gonna squirt all over your face! You’re gonna make meeeee… fuuuuck, yessssssssss!”Her hands were pulling at my hair, her pussy walls tightening around my fingers as her entire body rose of the bed in a quivering tension. I hear her scream, “Fuckkkkkkkkkk yessssssssss!!” and her body shakes violently, her pussy squirting hit juices into my mouth. I bury my face between her thighs licking, sucking, eating her out like a man possessed. Her juices are ambrosia and I cannot get enough. She is shuddering, beating at my back wildly with her heels. I have no idea what she is saying, her words coming amid gasps and wailing moans. All I know is that I want more. That I cannot get enough. That I will never get enough. Not of her.After we both calm down, both of us still taken by the moment and gasping for breath, I grab her ass and spin her around on the bed. I slap her ass hard and the sound echoes through the house along with her surprised squeal. I grab her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and shove my face in licking her pussy and ass. I move my tongue rapidly over both holes.“You love eating my ass, don’t you? Yes?” she laughs, “Well you can have all you want later. Right now, your good little slut wants that cock of yours. Come on, give me that big cock. Fuck me.”I do not need any more encouragement. I push her forward so that she is on all fours and line up my cock with her pussy, feeding it slowly into her tight wet hole. I alternate short fast strokes into long hard thrusts feeling her pussy grip and release me. The woman knows exactly what I need, how to make me moan, how to milk my shaft just so, holding me right there on the very edge ready to erupt deep into her and fill her belly with thick streams of my seed.My rhythm becomes fast and hard. Isabelle becomes tighter and wetter with each stroke. We are grunting and crying out, mixing prayers and curses in a wild litany. The woman was fucking magic. The harder I fucked her the hotter and tighter her cunt becomes.“Come on, yes! Fuck me harder!” she begged, her body quivering on the verge of exploding, “Give me that fucking cock. Make my pussy cum! I’m so fucking close! Fuck it, yes! You’re gonna split me in half! Fuck!”I give her my final stroke, slapping both sides of her ass turning them red with pain as she wailed in ecstasy. I grab her waist and pull as hard as I can. My cock slammed into her with so much force she instantly erupted like a volcano, body shaking and twitching.“Ohhhhfffffuuuuucccckkk!! Give me that cummmmm!!!”I have no choice but to obey. With one final grunt I grabbed her hair with both hands and slam into her with all my force. Her orgasm is so forceful that she tightens along my shaft and sends me over the edge as well. I can feel each long, mind-twisting spurt more intensely than the last until my cock is throbbing deep inside of her, her body splayed about and quivering across the bedsheets.  As I pulled out, I shuddered through another little orgasm, a last burst of cum shooting across her creamy pussy fur. I was about to collapse on the bed beside her, when the doorbell sounded announcing the arrival of our dinner. Perfect timing. I leaned in to kiss her and she waved me away, purring in well-fucked ecstasy as she wrapped herself in the bedcover and buried her face into the pillow.“Remember to tip the guy,” she muttered with a grin on her face, “and if he asks why you are answering the door naked just tell him you were busy fucking your poor wife to death.”I slapped her on the ass and staggered off to the bathroom to find a robe. As sexually exhausted as I was at that moment all I could think about was dragging my wife into the shower and maybe getting myself a round two. -- source link

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