Carl was twenty-five just gone, married to Suzanne and the pair had their first child on the way. It was a cool spring evening; Carl knows she loves doing it up their usual back alley near the house. Sex was probably the only thing they really had in common. It was daring and the thought of getting caught made her so wet, she was usually dripping on the paving stones before he was even close to blowing his load. Pinned up against the fence of some unsuspecting resident, her right leg would be wrapped around his waist while she balanced on her left. His black tracksuit bottoms pulled down just enough to wedge under his pert bum cheeks. Around the front, his knackers tightly wrapped in his shrivelled scrotum, again, his waistband tucked underneath his ball sack as his erection, solid and straight, was ready to share a creamy load.
His entrance was always easy, wet, and always smooth, and as his pubis made contact with her clitoris and his five and a half inches reached as far as they could, there was always a sigh, then the palms of her hands would take his ass cheeks and pull them towards her, and as he pressed against her mound, she would clench her cunt just enough to make his cock twitch and expand with the extra flow of blood arriving in the chamber. His rhythm would begin almost immediately, their tongues now fighting as if there was something to actually fight for. Eventually he reaches his limits, there’s a definite slap of skin on skin as he works towards his first string of cum, her left leg shaking slightly. Then, His last rhythmic thrust, fierce, as he pulls her waist towards him, he holds his cock deep inside her wet twat as he pumps her a large string of silky-smooth spunk. She convulses and does well to control it, her excitement making her gush around his cock. Another fierce thrust and a second large spurt, filling an already overflowing pussy. Three more short spurts and it was all over for Carl.
As he pulled his tracksuit bottoms up and over his hard cock, his erection still protruding, Michelle inched her short skirt back down over her shaven cunt. “Will she have your tea ready then when you get back?” Carl laughed, “I hope so, I’m fucking starving”. “You better get back then, or little wifey will be asking questions”. Carl gave her a stern look as he asked “Same time tomorrow then?”. “Of course! And don’t be fucking late”. Carl made his way to the top of the alley way and disappeared around the corner. Michelle left in the opposite direction. As she neared the end of the ally, a familiar face came into view. “Well, hello stranger” said Michelle with a smile on her face. James was laughing as they approached each other. “How was the view” asked Michelle, smirking. “Fucking awesome” replied James. James could see directly up the alleyway from his garage window. “I hope you have a little cream pie for me back at yours?”. “Oh, I certainly do, and you’ll be very surprised, very fucking surprised”. The two walked off in evening sun, giggling with each other as they disappeared around the bend and towards Michelle’s house. The night was still young!
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