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When it comes to the desires of the flesh, no one has more desire for my wife’s flesh than I. Last night was one that I had looked forward to for a week and one that she wouldn’t soon forget.

Her work took her away from me on occasion, sometimes for a day or two but generally less than a week, so the past seven days without her by my side was pure torture. We had spoken on the phone every night since I watched her board the plane, but that was hardly a substitute for seeing and touching her…especially in our marriage bed. Our conversations generally started with a recap of both of our days but eventually climaxed with heavy breathing and a longing for each other’s bodies. Most nights, she would tell me that she was lonely and how her poor little pussy was in dire need of attention…to which I would reply how the stiffness of my cock was the best indication of how badly I missed her. We would send each other intimate photographs of our excitement and the two of us would eventually admit that it was getting late and that we had better hang up if we were going to be even remotely productive the next day. I have no idea what she did after getting off of the phone with me, but it certainly didn’t take me long to provide myself a release and drift off to sleep.

Her plane was scheduled to land at 5:15 pm and we would go for an early dinner straight from the airport. We didn’t get into the city often so it made the most sense for us to stay and enjoy each other’s company and try a restaurant that we hadn’t been to. Knowing we wouldn’t need reservations at that hour, the only planning I did was to choose the restaurant, shower and shave and make sure to be at the airport on time. The thought crossed my mind that because it was a Friday night, perhaps she would like to go have a drink at a bar after dinner and maybe even share a dance or two?

I arrived at the airport about an hour early, parked the Jeep and made my way inside. I’m not a frequent flier so airports are always fascinating to me. I wonder where everyone is going and why, and even make up little stories about people who stand out in the crowd. Yesterday afternoon was no different and the airport was packed with weary travelers and their friends or loved ones awaiting their return. The guy in the sharp, gray suit was anxiously waiting for a connecting flight so that he could get back to work on the high-profile court case he had come to interview witnesses for. The college girl in the skin-tight jeans was waiting on her little sister who would be visiting for the weekend. The older couple with the small American flag tucked neatly under his arm would be beaming with pride as they hugged their soldier who was coming home on leave.

Time passed quickly and before I knew it, the monitor on the wall indicated that my wife’s plane had landed. I watched intently as people rounded the corner and made their way down the long ramp from the terminals. At last, there she was! She was clutching her purse and scanning the crowd for a familiar face. I just stood and smiled in awe. Every time I look at her, no matter how long we have been separated, I am always amazed by her beauty and sexuality and thankful that she is mine. Like the college girl I mentioned before, she was wearing my favorite pair of painted on Levis, a snug-fitting, salmon colored t-shirt and a pair of black heels that matched her purse. When she finally caught spotted me, she began to hurry toward me, arms open wide. In a flash, she was through the airport barriers that kept non-passengers out of the terminal, and into my waiting arms. I picked her up as we kissed passionately…the feeling of her body against mine sending shock waves through me. Between kisses, we told each other how much we had missed the other and how glad we both were for her to be home. I couldn’t wait to get her out of there so we headed quickly to the baggage claim area, grabbed her suitcase and headed out the door.

Dragging her suitcase in one hand with the other arm around her waist, we ventured out across the vast parking lot. I couldn’t help but slip my hand down over her hip and onto her perfect little ass several times…each time giving her a gentle squeeze and telling her again how much I had missed her. She had what appeared to be a permanent grin on her face and I knew that she was just as happy to see me.

We found the Jeep and I tossed her bag in the back before opening her door and extending my hand so she could get in. I hopped in on the other side and before I could put the key in the ignition, she asked, “Are you as horny as I am?” I’m sure my face lit up as I replied, “You have no idea, baby!” We made out in the airport parking lot like a couple of teenagers on spring break, full of desires of the flesh. My hand found its way between her legs and I could feel her moist heat through the soft denim fabric of her jeans. She returned the favor by reaching over and placing her hand on my extremely hard and pulsing shaft, giving a little squeeze as our tongues wrestled inside each other’s mouths.

After several minutes of kissing and petting, she asked if I was ready to head home and continue in our bedroom. I told her that I had hoped we could go to dinner in the city since we were already there, bud added that we could go straight home if she wanted. She told me that since it had already been a week since we were together, a few more hours wouldn’t kill her and that a romantic dinner with her husband sounded wonderful. I started the Jeep and we drove to a steakhouse that I had heard good reviews about.

During dinner, she told me all about her trip, the people she had met and how she thought the networking would pay off eventually. I mostly just nodded as she spoke; more captivated by her beautiful face and the feeling of her bare foot on my shin under the table. Finally, she asked how I got along without her the previous week and I simply told her that the anticipation of having her back and how the first night would play out was more than enough motivation to keep me going.

We finished dinner and stepped outside, not realizing how long we had taken to eat. The sky had gone dark and the air had begun to cool, though the summer heat could still be felt radiating from the asphalt parking lot. We got in the Jeep and she thanked me for a wonderful dinner, asking if it was time to go home? I suggested that maybe we could go to a nearby bar and have a drink and maybe a dance or two. She reminded me that I didn’t enjoy dancing very much, but I assured her that because I knew how much she loved it, I was willing to do whatever it took to make her happy…especially after going without her for so long. She smiled and agreed that a relaxing drink followed by a couple slow dances sounded like part of what the doctor ordered. I asked what else the doctor ordered and she leaned over, grabbing my crotch and smiling…“Ahhh…I see we go to the same doctor!”  We both laughed as I started the Jeep and backed out of the parking space.

We arrived at the bar, which was known for its big dance floor and delicious margaritas, and found a small high-top table in a dimly lit corner of the room. A waitress came by and we both ordered their famous drink. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The song was slow and recognizable, though I have no recollection of what it was; all my senses were trained on the beauty who was in my arms, slowly swaying back and forth against me. I could feel my excitement growing and I was sure she could too. When the song ended and we walked back to the drinks waiting at our table, she looked up at me and asked if there was anything she needed to take care of right then and there? I asked what she was referring to and I felt her hand slide slowly down my chest, over my abs, and onto my stiff member. “Oh, you noticed that did you?” I asked with a sheepish grin. “How could I not, with the way it was pressing against my belly while we were dancing?” she replied with a chuckle. I told her that there was plenty of time for that when we got home but if she kept teasing me like she was, I just might have to take her outside and fuck her right there in the parking lot! Normally, I would say “make love” but at that moment, a good “fucking” is what I knew she really wanted.

We sat, drinking and talking and laughing and every once in a while, after noticing that a slow song was playing, would get up to dance. Back at our table, my wife leaned in and asked if I knew the guy standing against the wall behind me. I turned to look but I didn’t recognize him. I turned back to her and asked why?  She said that she had caught him looking at us several times in the last hour or so. I laughed and assured her that he wasn’t looking at “us”…he was looking at the hot chick that I was with! She scoffed and laughed and said, “Yeah…right.” About that time, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see who it was (assuming it was our waitress checking to see if we needed anything) and to my surprise, it was the very guy we had just been talking about. “Can I help you?” I asked. He replied that he was worried that he might have startled my wife by staring, but it was only because she was the best-looking woman in the place.  He promised that now that he realized what he was doing, he would stop…if he could help it. Both my wife and I were flattered by his statement and I told him that I appreciated his excellent taste in women but that we would be leaving soon anyway.

My wife, still blushing from the stranger’s compliment, invited him to sit with us. You might think it odd, but she really does have a heart of gold and because he was obviously alone, she didn’t think it would be right to just turn him away. As it turned out, he was quite the gentleman and even bought us another margarita as the three of us talked about what had brought us to the same bar at the same time. As it happened, he had just flown in from Dallas on weekend business. We talked about jobs and family and hobbies and just about everything under the sun, neither of us guys able to take our eyes off of her. I caught his eyes wandering down to her perky little breasts several times and for a while, her nipples were clearly visible as they strained against the lacy fabric of her bra and the thinness of her t-shirt. I couldn’t blame him, however, as I had been doing the exact same thing.

Finally, our drink glasses were empty and the conversation had slowed and I suggested that we call it a night. The stranger spoke up quickly and asked if it would be alright if he had one dance with my wife before we left. We looked at each other and I told her that it was completely up to her.  She decided that one dance wouldn’t hurt. He led her to the dance floor as I sat and watched. I have never been the jealous type and because I know how much my wife loves to dance, it made me smile knowing that she was enjoying herself. He turned out to be quite a good dancer, maintaining a sliver of daylight between him and her. I was amazed at his willpower but know that I (as a gentleman), would do the same if it were not my wife.

About half way through the song, he pulled her in closely…the length of their bodies touching…then spun and dipped her slowly. When he lifted her back up, he released her as she twirled away from him before pulling her back in. The smile on her face told me that she really was having fun and the rest of the dance continued with their bodies pressed together as if they had known each other for a long time. When the song ended, he took her hand and graciously led her back to me. I stood and he thanked her and then me for allowing the dance to happen. He then said that he needed to get back to his hotel room and get some sleep so that he would be ready to work in the morning. I expressed my sympathy for him having to work over the weekend and he shook both our hands before disappearing into the crowd.

We sat back down and I asked if she had enjoyed the dance. “Yeah, but not as much as he did!” she exclaimed with a grin. “What…?” I asked. She said that we should go and that she’d explain on the way home. As we walked back to our Jeep, she held my hand and said, “You won’t believe what happened on the dance floor.” I stopped, as were directly in front of the car. With what I’m sure was a confused look on my face, asked “What do you mean…’happened’…on the dance floor?”

She laughed an innocent laugh and said, “Really, it was nothing…but when he pulled me into him, I could feel his excitement against me…and it wasn’t soft!” I wasn’t sure how to react. She must’ve known by my demeanor that I wasn’t sure what to say, so she quickly said, “I thought it was kinda funny but it does make me feel good to know that I still turn heads.” I assured her that she indeed still turned heads and that I felt fortunate to have a woman as beautiful and sexy as she. We embraced and within a few seconds, the same thing that happened to the dancing stranger was then happening to me. She broke our kiss and winked, “I love doing that to you.”

My hands drifted down onto her amazing ass, squeezing and pulling her tightly against me…my cock throbbing as she ground her hips into me. “I want you,” I whispered into her ear, taking a deep breath and losing myself in her scent. She ground into me even harder, saying “Take me,” in a breathy voice. Up and down her sexy body, my hands covered nearly every reachable inch as the intensity of our passion grew. Gliding up over her belly and onto her small breasts, feeling her erect nipples and squeezing a firm handful, my hands became an extension of the naughty thoughts streaming through my brain. Drifting slowly back down, I tugged at the waist of her jeans, slipping my fingers down the front of her delicate panties. “Mmmm…” she moaned into my ears.

We were in the middle of the parking lot, but because it wasn’t late, had the place to ourselves. Because of the alcohol, our inhibitions were lowered and we didn’t care if we had gotten caught anyway.

I fumbled with the button on the front of her Levis, not being able to fully understand the intricate and difficult process that it takes to release its nearly impossible hold. Biting my lower lip gently, she pulled back then released, smiling and asking if I needed some help. I laughed, (crazy how you can do something nearly all your life but when you REALLY need to do it, your dexterity abandons you) and promised I could handle it. With that, she dragged her nails slowly down my arms and with a quick flick of the wrist, the button popped free!

I kissed her neck like a man on a mission, one hand slipping deeply into her warm, wet panties and the other massaging her exquisite breasts. Down….down…down, until I was kneeling in front of her. I pulled at her tight jeans as I kissed her soft belly, licking circles around her belly-button and dragging my tongue southward. I felt her hands on my head, pulling me into her and urging me to continue on my quest. Desire for her now consumed me and I needed to taste her sweet juice, but tug as I may, I simply could not get her jeans to move down over her shapely hips! Finally, recognizing my struggle, she released her grip on my hair and proceeded to wiggle her hips as she inched her jeans down over them. Her lacy, black, string panties were now all that stood between my hungry mouth and its desert. I began kissing her thighs, my hands reaching around and exploring the softness of her perfectly round ass and the distinct difference between the silky softness of her skin and the nearly rough texture of the small wedge of lace that disappeared between her cheeks.

Her intoxicating scent wafted through the air as I neared her achingly wet pussy. Tiny kisses and licks were driving her desire wild as I teased her…being careful to not touch her most sensitive place. She grew impatient and insisted that I hurry up and make her cum with my mouth! With that, I dragged my tongue slowly up the inside of her thigh and opened my mouth widely, covering her pussy over her soaked panties. The heat from my mouth caused her knees to go instantly weak so I wrapped my arms around her legs to keep her from falling. Spinning her around so that her back was to the Jeep, I told her to lean back against the front bumper so no one would get hurt. Leaning (nearly sitting on the bumper), she gave me a look as if to ask what I was waiting for. Her jeans still wrapped around her ankles, I tugged her panties down to join them. I again knelt down in front between her spread knees and began kissing my way back up her thighs…first one, then the other.

I enjoyed teasing her, knowing how badly she wanted…no, needed…a release. When I finally decided that she had been tortured enough by my teasing, I slowly dragged my tongue down the valley, where her leg joins her hip, and across her soft, smoothly shaved lips. She gasped and grabbed handfuls of my hair! I looked up to see that she was leaning back against the grille of the Jeep, her head tossed back and her hair spilling over the hood. She looked incredible as my tongue slowly slipped up and down the length of her slit, parting her delicate folds and tasting her sweetness. Tracing slow circles around her swollen clit with my agile tongue, she pulled my head tightly to her, indicating to me that she was already nearing her climax. I sucked her clit deeper into my mouth and began rhythmically batting it back and forth with the firm tip of my tongue. Her hips started to vibrate up and down and her legs closed in around my head. Sucking harder and pressing my tongue forcefully against her clit while wiggling it back forth pushed her over the edge and a torrent of cum gushed from her electrified pussy! I lapped at her feverishly as she bucked against my face, her hands pulling my hair violently but me feeling no pain as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her sexy body.

She shuddered all over and it subsided nearly as quickly as it had begun. Her legs still clamped around my head as I struggled to catch my breath…her hands caressing my head and neck. I felt her relax and looked up at her. Her breasts were heaving in the bright moonlight and she had the look of complete satisfaction on her pretty face. I smiled up at her and asked if she had had enough, to which she replied, “For now, but wait until we get home and you feel what I do to you!”

I stood and helped her pull her panties and tight jeans back up her long legs, kissing her deeply as she buttoned them. “I love you” I whispered. “I love you more…” she answered. We hugged and when we broke our embrace, we heard the sound of a single person clapping in the near distance. Shocked that we weren’t alone, we both turned to see that the stranger she had danced with earlier had been watching. He was leaning against the back of his car just a few stalls over. He smiled and said, “Bravo! That’s exactly what she deserved!”  We all laughed and he thanked us for the show. I told him “good luck” with his project and we hopped in the Jeep and pulled away.

We laughed on the way home, neither of us realizing that anybody had been watching the desires of our flesh or exactly how much he could see from his vantage point. Regardless, the night was still young and in another hour, we’d be home where we would be free to get as wild as we wanted.

Desires of the Flesh - Real Sex Story Rating: 4.5 Diposkan Oleh: Miracle Teen Team

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