Kicking off his shoes and dropping his outer layers, Alex noticed the bottle of champagne in an ice bucket on the small table in the cabin in the thin line of light that snuck in through a slit in the curtains. There were two glasses next to it, one filled with a bubbling, amber liquid while the other was empty. The empty glass was smeared with lipstick, and he smirked at his wife’s indulgence. She was a lightweight, so any amount of alcohol got her tipsy.
He downed his glass, but when he went to pour more, he realized there was nothing left in the bottle. Shaking his head, he knew Jackie had drunk it all. She was going to be in a good mood in the morning… if not now that he was in the room.
Taking off his final layer, Alex crawled under the covers next to his wife, realizing she was still clothed. Greeted by the feeling of her nylons, his cock began to gradually spring to life as he rubbed his hands down the side of her leg. She moaned quietly, as if being awakened from her sleep, and the moan triggered something inside him. Pushing his hips forward, he ran the trip of his cock between her thighs, feeling the press of her hosiery against his sensitive points.
He noticed that her thighs felt softer than usual, but it made it feel better, like he was able to feel more of her around his cock. He moaned lightly as he pushed all the way through, feeling the head of his cock come out the other end. Reaching around his wife’s hips, he pressed the tip of his cock up with his fingers, pressing it against her pussy as he thrust it back and forth.
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Ruth woke slowly to the pressure on her pussy and smiled as she felt her husband’s body pressed into hers. She moaned light and reached behind herself with her free hand, the other pinned under body as she was laying on her side, and put a hand to her husband’s hip. She knew he was muscular, if a bit flabby because of age, but he had obviously been working out. His muscles flexed powerfully as he thrust his cock between her thighs and against her pussy.
She began to move with his thrusts, pushing her hips back into his. She may have been 49 years old, but she was still in her sexual prime. Digging her hips down so that his cock pressed against her panty hose, threatening to enter her despite the fabric, they both moaned in unison, slowly their bodies as they felt the movement.
Ruth repeated this motion again, causing both to moan. A third time and her heart began to race with anticipation. Letting his slide back out all the way, she felt him grab her hips and force himself back into the teasing position. She wanted him to take her like that, and she knew he wanted it too.
“Fuck it,” he said.
Before she could realize there was no accent, not even a faint one in his voice, he reached both his hands down and tore a hole in her panty hose. She gasped in surprise but was soon moaning as the head of his cock, slick with precum and hard as stone, pressed into her dripping opening.