A Surprised Fuck 1/4
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After fifteen years of marriage, a woman can think about whether that was all. Her husband and children gave no cause for concern. They had a model marriage, said their neighbors and friends. Everything was as it should be. Their love life had not become boring or dull either. Her husband made an effort to keep her sex life fresh. Now and then he ordered expensive lingerie and a touch of underwear to make her pussy and tits appear in an ever sexier light. But not without a certain amount of self-interest: he came with the Canon in his hand.
Elke had to put her breasts, pussy or ass in the right light. Her husband lit everything meticulously and when he wasn't distracted, he would quickly jerk off his stiff cock with a few movements and then move on to the next scene. He especially loved it when she did it herself. It was a win-win situation. She always rolled her eyes at first when he was using the camera, but the increased production of vaginal fluid, which she couldn't deny, made her – as the polite saying goes – really horny.
Elke's slightly exhibitionistic streak took control of her senses. She noticed with satisfaction when Albert could hardly hold the camera still because he was so horny. Then she really turned him on: she pulled her labia apart or sank two fingers into her asshole. Her nipples were stretched, her legs spread so wide that her pussy almost threatened to burst. The climax was undoubtedly her orgasm, which she literally rubbed out of her clitoris as the camera clicked. She arched her back and screamed. Immediately afterwards, a storm of sperm hit her. The cameraman literally drenched her. Either her pussy was flooded, or the cold peasant landed on her tits, back or asshole. Back then, it was not without consideration that they had chosen a leather couch.
This had been the case every few months for years. There were hardly any pictures of a cock in a pussy, because the man couldn't properly fuck and take photos at the same time. For the younger readers among us, a roll of film only had 36 exposures back then, was expensive and so people were stingy with it. Taking out the full film and putting in a new one was a real mood killer! "Darling, take your finger out of your ass, I have to put in a new film" is not really an erotic approach!
She also couldn't detect any monotony in terms of locations. They rarely did it in the marital bed, more often on the leather couch, on the kitchen table, on the terrace or, if it was a golden shower, on the lawn. On long journeys on the motorway, the hand would eventually reach her, first playing with her breasts, then with her pussy, and would end with her masturbating her wet pussy on the passenger seat, or with a rest stop where the driver, between the open passenger door and the back door, would either relieve himself of his excess sperm inside her or on the asphalt.
They were in a hurry and did not pay attention what happens around them. Therefore, it was no wonder that sometimes observers where around, masturbating their cocks vigorously.
Now Elke was standing naked in front of the mirror and eyeing her almost forty-year-old body. Sure, her breasts could be a bit bigger, but with their small, firm nipples they looked quite youthful and appetizing. Her two children had left no trace. Her critical gaze now took in her naked pubic area. She turned slightly to the side and checked whether her mons pubis was still visibly raised in accordance with her age. She was satisfied, but she was of the opinion that the stubble field there urgently needed clearing.
She spread her legs slightly and with her index and middle fingers she took a sample of her vaginal secretion, which she even lovingly referred to as "her" pussy juice when it bubbled out of her vulva in certain situations. She smelled it and found the smell OK. Then she licked her shiny fingers and had no complaints. She felt like an attractive woman in her prime, but she was still missing something that she couldn't describe, something.
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