Turns Out They Were Real!

Last summer, the wife and I were sitting side-by-side on the living room couch, slowly masturbating to on-line porn (big cocks for her, amateur cumshots for me). Suddenly we heard the neighbour’s lawnmower fire up and Teresa (the mother of the neighbour girl I’ve secretly jacked to a few times) came into sight, pushing the contraption through the thick grass in her backyard. Teresa had a big set of shades on that sheltered her eyes against a blinding head-on sun. She couldn’t see the two of us as we pleasured ourselves in our upper floor living room.

Teresa was in her mid-50s, with a lovely long-legged body, and is a teacher at one of our local schools. She had always struck us as a bit conservative, kind of disgustedly talking one time about teenage boys who’d asked for a break from her class and came back with still-tented shorts and who had obviously just jerked off to fantasies of her. I had long speculated to the wife that Teresa had fake tits (no problem, to each their own, and they were “spectacular,” even if they may not have been real). But on this day, as those firm boobs bobbed under her top, unencumbered by a bra, it was clear I’d been wrong all along.

“I think you’ve been right, baby, her titties are real,” I moaned as I watched her bouncing, hard-nippled breasts move across the lawn, the erections plainly visible through her Johnny Cash San Quentin t-shirt.. The wife stripped naked and got on her hands and knees on the couch, big tits hanging down and pressed into the leather, beautiful hairy cunt on display for my thirsty eyes and mouth. Watching Teresa move, the wife reached back and worked her hard little clit with her right hand. I couldn’t resist licking her and ran my tongue up and down her furry cuntlips as she started to moan softly to the image visible through the living room window.

I got on my knees behind the wife in the rear-entry position and smoothly slid my thick, curved cock into her tight, wet pussy. I fucked her nice and easy for a couple of minutes, listening to her moans of pleasure as she continued to finger herself, while I grooved on the view of her widely stretched labia. There was no doubt how this was going to resolve; I pulled out of the wife’s snatch and retrieved a butt plug and anal lube from our nearby “bumfuck bag” as she calls it.

I loosened her anus with the butt plug and when the wife was ready, I slowly pushed my throbbing hard-on maybe halfway up her exquisite asshole. The wife kind of collapsed in front of me, still masturbating with her fingers as she took a couch cushion between her teeth. Watching Tresa closely, I could make out some blatant camel toe on her tight, sweaty shorts. I lost it then and there and so did the wife!

I could feel her sweet asshole contracting rhythmically around me as my juicy cumload pulsed out into her and she came on her fingers, humping her hips frantically. Both of us utterly poleaxed, we showered and headed into town for some leisurely shopping. When we got back, Teresa was moving some stuff from their garage into the house, and invited us to their back deck for some wine. She still had her sunglasses on and the wife and I could unobtrusively scope Teresa’s still-erect nips and the vestiges of her camel toe. I could almost swear I could make out the subtle scent of aroused snatch, but I guess it could have been the wife’s just as well as Teresa’s.

We finished the wine and went back to our bedroom. Within 30 seconds, the wife was sitting on my face, grinding her horny cunt against my mouth. She came hard and noisily, and I cranked out a splattering ejaculation over her big, soft ass as I groaned to the paroxysms of ultimate pleasure that finally drained my balls and perineum.

What a hot, productive day it’d been!