Green

She had been sitting at home all day on the warm, comfy couch, so far away from the cold and rain outside, just waiting for him to come home. She lay there, thinking about him coming home and fucking her, getting so wet for his huge cock. She slipped her hand down her skirt, and since she hadn’t bothered putting on panties that morning, began to rub her clit and slide her fingers in and out of her pussy. All she could think about was being rammed from behind by his rock hard cock, again and again. As she touched herself, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt with her free hand, and slipped off her bra. Now she was wearing nothing but a long green skirt and an unbuttoned, short sleeve, perky, white blouse. But as she caressed her own nipples with her other hand, she forgot about clothing and let out a soft moan. The touch of her hands reminded her of him, and she began to run her finger harder in and out of her pussy, getting wetter and more turned on until, clutching her breast hard, she tensed her whole body and exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm.

Laying there in a daze, she hadn’t even noticed him come in the door. Seeing his wife masturbating made him smile, and his cock started to get hard. He dropped his pack and took off his boots, socks, and shirt, leaving him in only a beater, his pants, and boxer briefs under that. Bending over to his pack, he took out a set of white fuzzy handcuffs with three cuffs that he had picked up earlier that day, and grabbing a scarf from off of the hanger, he slid over to the sofa. Slipping the scarf over his wife’s head, he fastened it tightly across her mouth. At this she started, but she was already gagged and in handcuffs, and quickly realized she couldn’t fight it and relaxed.