Pimp My Wife, Vol. 2

I saw her across the street talking to the neighbors and the first thing I thought is dam, that lady has big ass. This is thing was gigantic. The thing could’ve had its own zip code. I wanted to feel it and bury my face in it.

She came over my way because she was promoting her new catering business and was trying to gauge my interest. Truth be told, I didn’t give two shits about her business because my mind was still on that booty so I let her into my house and we talked a little further.

She was talking about all the foods and treats she makes but my mind was still on another treat and I don’t think it was on the menu. We kept talking. Then the talking led to some laughing. And once you get them open to laughter, they will eventually open up them legs for you.

Then the laughing led to some flirting. Then I leaned in and told her that I am interested in something tasty but I’m not sure if it’s available for purchase.

She placed her hand on my thigh and started rubbing and said you’ll never know unless you ask as I started to get a hard on. I pulled her hand on over to my bulge and I wrapped mine around one of those thick ass thighs.

I told her to stand up for a minute. She stood up and I told her to turn around as I placed my hands on that rather large posterior. This is what I’m interested in right here. I gave it a good, hard squeeze.

She turned around and told me, it’s yours, papi. I couldn’t wait to get her out those tights. I slid them down enough to expose that plump booty and kissed, caressed it and sink my teeth into while she giggled.

I took her tights all the way out and bent her over the love seat as I shove my tongue into her twat. I opened up those pussy lips and motorboated against that clit. I took my dick out and took a seat on the couch and pulled her on top and made her ride me.

I made her take that long pole nice & slow and all the way down onto my balls. I opened up this whore and then I started hammering that pussy and made her cream all over my sheets. I tongue fuck that pussy and sucked up all of that pussy juice and made cum on my face.

You can say we did even more “business” after that. We exchanged contact info and told her that I could call her anytime and she would stop whatever she’s doing to come………and deliver the goods to me anytime.

I would call her up from time to time to place my order and then she would come through with the delivery. She would serve up that hot twat on a platter to me every time along with some snack cakes she made. One time, I surprised her and came over for a quick delivery in my own right.

I walked into the kitchen and kissed her all over neck and shoulders. I unzipped and pulled out my dick and whispered in her ear that I thought I would come through and make a big delivery to you for a change.

She stroked my cock and said si, papi si. I picked her up, hiked up her skirt & fucked her brains out right on the kitchen table while she was baking a birthday cake for her old man.

Then I carried her upstairs and did her in their bedroom. I had her on top of me riding me like a stallion and the deeper I got up in twat the louder she got. I had that pussy squiritng all over the place.

She would tell me later on that her husband asked what that wet spot was in the middle of their bed. She told him that was just some Coca Cola she spilled. Coca Cola? More like coochie cola!