I returned home from work a little after 5.00 pm after a long and tedious day. The only thing that kept me going was the knowledge that I was ‘on a promise’ with my wife. We hadn’t been having as much sex as we would have liked over the past month. It was all the usual mid-life stuff; too tired, too busy with the kids, too much work. It had got to the point where I had to bring it up with her and after some very mature and lengthy discussion we made a promise to make more time for each other sexually.That morning, Deborah had kissed me goodbye a little harder than normal and promised me that we were going to have ‘lots of fun’ when I came home and this was the one thing that kept me going until I could burst out of the office.Deborah was bent over and reaching into the oven when I came through the door. Even though she was wearing just a pair of jeans and a simple long sleeve t-shirt, she looked extremely sexy, her ass busting İstanbul Escort out and a trickle of black French underwear straining over the top. I crept up behind her and ran my hands over her ass before groping her ample cheeks firmly.’Hey, welcome home, baby. That feels nice,’ she said, gasping slightly.’It certainly does,’ I replied quickly.I moved my hands from her ass to her wide hips and turned her around. She immediately placed her hands around my neck and leaned in. We kissed passionately and I could feel her tongue in my mouth, rolling around energetically. She bit my lip slightly and placed one hand on my crotch.’Don’t you want to eat first? You must be starving after the day you have had,’ she said with a cheeky wink.’You can’t cook for shit anyway!’ I said in reply.’Oi! Cheeky bugger,’ she shot back mockingly and kissed me again.I grabbed at her wrist and started to lead İstanbul Escort Bayan her upstairs, but she held back and shook her head. ‘Nope. Not yet,’ she said. I let go of her and she stepped back into the kitchen. She stared at me as she began undoing the top button of her jeans slowly. She pushed them down to the floor playfully, her gaze still fixed on me, a wry smile breaking across her face. Next to go was her top, which revealed a lacy, black balcony-cut bra, her huge 34DD milky white breasts straining against the top and pouring out slightly.With her eyes still fixed on mine she reached into her french knickers and started to rub at her hairy pussy. Not just the clit, her entire hairy mound. She rubbed deeply and let out a small gasp that made my cock instantly hard. Her eyes began to close as she explored her quim even more, her gasps getting louder. Eventually, she succumbed Escort İstanbul and lowered her knickers to just above her knees and regained eye contact. She then spread her legs slightly and inserted one finger into her damp mound. She slid it in carefully and started to pump steadily. After a few seconds, she pulled out, scooping a large glob of juices with a hooked finger. She stared into my eyes as she put it straight into her mouth and sucked enthusiastically. ‘Mmmmmm,’ she purred, ‘Want some?’I stood in shock. She had never done anything like this before and I was loving it. Fuck, yes. I do,’ I replied quickly.’Then you better come and get some.’I quickly shrugged my trousers off and left them in a puddle on the floor and dashed over to her. She took another scoop from her pussy and slid her finger into my mouth; the juices tasted beautifully salty on my tongue.’Down please,’ she said firmly. Deborah grabbed my head and gently pushed me down to the floor. I was on my knees and instantly buried my head into her sopping, hairy cunt, her hands gripping my head and running through my hair vigorously. I lapped at her slick lips and did my best to get my tongue deep inside her snatch, my mouth dripping with her juice.