While He Slept

Thomas had been working for Mr. Maxwell long enough to know two things
about him - he liked to drink, and he had a beautiful wife. Every
Friday night, Mr. Maxwell would ask Thomas to go drinking with him.
Thomas would end up driving his boss home and carrying him inside to
let him sleep on the couch. Mrs. Maxwell, a petite, beautiful Asian
woman must have been at least forty, but had the body of a twenty-year
old, always looked so sad.

One Friday night, when Thomas was about to leave, Mrs. Maxwell asked
him to stay. Mr. Maxwell was snoring away on the couch, which was a
good thing because his wife was walking around in this short little
kimono that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Thomas’ dick was
rock-hard inside his pants just from looking at her. “My husband never
makes love to me anymore,” she said, stepping towards Thomas and
running her hand over his chest. “I need to get fucked so badly.”

Thomas couldn’t believe his unbelievable luck, and he wasn’t about to
let a beautiful woman go horny when he was around. He wrapped his arms
around Mrs. Maxwell’s beautiful body and kissed her passionately,
pressing his stiff cock against her stomach. She stepped back to pull
off her robe, revealing a body that was even more beautiful than he had
imagined. Her long black hair hung down to her waist, without even a
strand of gray. Her tits were small but firm, with big dark nipples
that stuck out like erasers. She dropped to her knees, right there in
the living room where her husband was sleeping, and sucked on Thomas’
dick.

“Oh baby,” Thomas moaned, running his hands through Mrs. Maxwell’s
long silky hair as she pulsed her lips around his rod. “You suck great
cock,” he said. She smiled up at him with her big brown eyes and then
resumed bobbing up and down on his dick, slurping hungrily. When he
couldn’t hold it anymore, he came. She took the first jet of cum
inside her mouth and swallowed, but then pulled back and let the rest
of his load spurt all over her face. Thomas had never seen a woman
take spunk on her face like Mrs. Maxwell. She looked incredibly sexy
with his white cream dripping from her lips and eyelashes.

As she gazed up at him, covered with his jism, she kept manipulating
his rod, and Thomas suddenly noticed that he was just as hard as if he
had never come. “Now fuck me,” she said. Thomas glanced around
nervously, but Mr. Maxwell was still sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t
believe he was actually going to bone his boss’ wife right in front of
him.

Mrs. Maxwell lay back on the floor, rubbing Thomas’ cum into her skin
and spreading her legs wide. Her dark pussy lips opened like the
petals of a flower, gleaming at him and begging him to sink his cock
inside. He groaned and fell to his knees, sliding into her cunt with
one smooth stroke. She fucked him just as urgently as he fucked her,
and after a few strokes they were humping away, moving across the
carpet as though they were on wheels.

With a surprising amount of strength for such a slender woman, Mrs.
Maxwell wrapped her legs around Thomas’ waist and then rolled over,
keeping his prick inside her tight pussy as she got on top of him.
Thomas reached up and held her bouncing tits as she began to fuck him
from on top. He moved one hand down to her cunt and rubbed her clit as
she slid up and down on his rod. “Oh I’m coming, I’m coming!” Mrs.
Maxwell moaned, throwing her head back. Her cunt squeezed along
Thomas’ rod, pulling another load of cum right out of him.

They spent the rest of the night in bed, Thomas eating Mrs. Maxwell’s
pussy until she came, and delivering more wads of his cum into her
beautiful pussy, ass, and mouth. In the morning, Mr. Maxwell was still
sleeping when Thomas kissed Mrs. Maxwell goodbye and told her that he
would see her next Friday night.