All My Birthdays Rolled Into One

OK here is the conclusion to the works Christmas party night out, probably best to have read the other two parts before this the final instalment. On arrival home from the restaurant we headed into the bedroom. Sara’s first port of call was the bathroom and I stripped off and lay on the bed, bollock naked in anticipation of what was to come and as you do I started to masterbate. Now to be honest I had always been a bit shy jacking off in front of my wife, however this night probably with the Dutch courage caused by the consumption of alcohol I thought I am going for it.

After what seemed an eternity Sara can back into the bedroom wearing her house coat and was taken aback at the sight of me lying on the bed jacking off, not a sight she had witnessed previously in the first 15 years of marriage. As she undid her housecoat and opened it wide, she looked at me pulling hard and said I think we can do a bit better than that. Her outfit as described in the previous stories looked stunning and OH so slutty. I asked her to do a 360 and just loved the look of her chubby calf’s sheathed in the black seamed stockings. I complimented on her outfit and before I knew it she had replaced my hand with her mouth and I was on the recipient of an amazing journey of oral pleasure, where she pulled out every spanner in the tool box and worked me over.

After a while she came up for air and worked her way up my body and we started to kiss passionately. After a minute or two I pulled away and said come on spill the beans, did you rub one out in the toilets back at the restaurant tonight? She put her finger to my lip and said that’s for me to know and you to find out. At which point she gave me one final kiss and worked her way up my body before finally positioning her knees either side of my head and lowering her crotch ever so slowly down on to my mouth and nose. I sucked avidly at the soaked fabric and the smell emanating from it was of women in heat. This was the smell of an undergarment that had already seen a discharge of a women racked in orgasm.

I was now jerking furiously my mind awash with un controlled lust and decided to forgo sex and cum. Sara was lost in the zone as I avidly sucked at her pussy through the gusset. I then had her lean back every so slightly before reaching between her legs and separating the two poppers that held the garment together at the crotch. Once apart this allowed me unrestricted access to her naked pussy, awash with her secretions, my tongue now giving her the pleasure she craved. Then without warning I could feel her convulsing above me before secreting copious amounts of her love juice all over my mouth and face. This in turn triggered me off and I was soon sending cum in all directions, what an amazing end to the night.

Sara’s final comment before we fell asleep after cleaning up was well did that answer your question? As a footnote when I awoke the following morning and pulled back the covers. Sara was lying on her back still in her sexy outfit, somewhat bedraggled with the smell of her bodily secretions still hanging in the air. Soon I was on my knees pummelling away again at my cock looking down at her and drinking in the sight before my eyes. I realised I had woke her due to the motion of the bed and as she opened her eyes I mouthed could I come one on her as she lay there. She gave me a rye smile and a reassuring nod. That was all I needed as I fired another load over her black lace covered breasts struggling to be contained in the flimsy lace fabric. Three cracking cums in little over twelve hours and two for the wife. Sadly never to be repeated however by the same token never to be forgotten.