The newspaper rustled softly as Jayne shifted on the bed, the thin black material of her dress sliding up her thighs with the movement. My eyes were glued to the expanse of tan nylon that now gleamed in the Saturday morning light, tracing the lines of her slender legs until the fabric disappeared beneath the hem. Fuck, she knew exactly what she was doing. A sliver of white cotton peeked out from the top of her stockings, a flimsy barrier to everything I wanted.She looked up, a sly smile playing on her lips, her expressive grey eyes lined in dark kohl locking onto mine. That look always undid me. “OK, help me with 4 Down please,” she said, her voice a low, honeyed tease. “'what I want right now' - 4 letters beginning with 'F'?”I felt a familiar heat coil in my gut. “Is that really the clue?”Jayne’s smile widened into a wicked grin. She let the newspaper fall to the side, fully revealing the delicious view of her stocking-tops and the tempting white panties stretched taut over her pelvis. “Come over here and find out…”I was across the room in three strides, the bed dipping under my weight as I knelt before her. The scent of her perfume, something light and floral, mixed with her own essential, musky warmth. I didn’t touch her yet. I just looked, drinking in the sight of my perfect, beautiful wife. The low cut of her dress framed her incredible 32C breasts, the soft curves threatening to spill out with every breath she took. God, I wanted to fuck her senseless.“I think I know the answer,” I murmured, my voice husky.“Prove it,” she challenged, her eyes dark with desire.My hands finally found her stocking-clad calves, sliding up slowly, feeling the whisper-soft nylon and the firm muscle beneath. I moved upward, past her knees, my thumbs tracing the delicate lace band at the top of her stockings. Her skin was so warm. I dipped a finger underneath the elastic, feeling the incredible contrast of the tight lace against the smooth, hot skin of her inner thigh. Jayne’s breath hitched, a soft, delicious sound.“These fucking stockings, Jayne,” I growled, leaning forward to bury my face in the junction of her thigh and hip, nuzzling her through the thin cotton of her panties. I could already smell her, that sweet, potent scent of her arousal. “You wear them just to drive me crazy, don’t you? Just so I can see your perfect legs and imagine what’s waiting for me at the top.”“Maybe,” she breathed, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk towards my mouth.I hooked my fingers into the sides of her flimsy white panties. “Lift your hips for me, baby.” She did, and I dragged them down her legs, over the tan nylon, tossing them aside. Now she was bare for me, her pretty vulva neatly trimmed, slick and glistening with her want. My mouth watered.I didn’t waste another second. I pushed her legs apart, settling between them, and lowered my mouth to her. My tongue found her clit in one long, flat stroke. Fuck, she tasted incredible. Salty and sweet and purely Jayne. I circled the hard little nub, lapping at her essence, my hands gripping her nylon-clad hips to hold her steady.“Oh, god, yes,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, not guiding, just holding on. “Right there. Don’t stop. Your tongue feels so fucking good.”I worshipped her with my mouth, licking and sucking, delving deep inside her with my tongue before returning to focus on her clit. I could feel her body tensing, her thighs beginning to tremble against my ears. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that spot that made her cry out. Her inner muscles clenched around me, slick and tight.“I’m gonna come,” she panted, her voice strained. “I’m gonna come all over your fucking face.”That was all the encouragement I needed. I sucked her clit hard, fucking her with my fingers, and felt her shatter. A raw, guttural cry tore from her throat as her orgasm rocked through her, her body bowing off the bed. I kept my mouth on her, drinking her in, easing her through the convulsions until she collapsed back onto the mattress, breathless and boneless.I crawled up her body, kissing my way over her stomach, between her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth through the black dress, sucking hard, the damp fabric clinging to the perfect, perky nub. She arched her back, a fresh moan escaping her lips.“I need you inside me,” she demanded, her hands fumbling for my jeans. “Now. Fuck me. I need to feel you.”I shoved my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my aching cock. I was so hard it hurt, throbbing with every beat of my heart. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock slick with her wetness and my own pre-cum. I looked down at her—disheveled, gorgeous, her dress rucked up around her waist, her stockings perfectly intact, her eyes full of hungry need.I pushed inside her in one slow, relentless thrust.Oh fuck. She was so warm, so unbelievably tight. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I filled her completely, a long, low groan of pure pleasure vibrating through her chest and into mine. I stayed there for a second, buried to the hilt, just feeling the incredible sensation of being inside my wife.Then I started to move.

Jayne, dressed in a thin black dress and stockings, seduces me by teasingly asking for help with a crossword clue, revealing her panties and stocking tops. I kneel before her, removing her panties and pleasuring her with my mouth until she orgasms. I then enter her, feeling her warmth and tightness.

The newspaper rustled softly as Jayne shifted on the bed, the thin black material of her dress sliding up her thighs with the movement. My eyes were glued to the expanse of tan nylon that now gleamed in the Saturday morning light, tracing the lines of her slender legs until the fabric disappeared beneath the hem. _Fuck, she knew exactly what she was doing._ A sliver of white cotton peeked out from the top of her stockings, a flimsy barrier to everything I wanted.

She looked up, a sly smile playing on her lips, her expressive grey eyes lined in dark kohl locking onto mine. That look always undid me. “OK, help me with 4 Down please,” she said, her voice a low, honeyed tease. “'what I want right now' - 4 letters beginning with 'F'?”

I felt a familiar heat coil in my gut. “Is that really the clue?”

Jayne’s smile widened into a wicked grin. She let the newspaper fall to the side, fully revealing the delicious view of her stocking-tops and the tempting white panties stretched taut over her pelvis. “Come over here and find out…”

I was across the room in three strides, the bed dipping under my weight as I knelt before her. The scent of her perfume, something light and floral, mixed with her own essential, musky warmth. I didn’t touch her yet. I just looked, drinking in the sight of my perfect, beautiful wife. The low cut of her dress framed her incredible 32C breasts, the soft curves threatening to spill out with every breath she took. _God, I wanted to fuck her senseless._

“I think I know the answer,” I murmured, my voice husky.

“Prove it,” she challenged, her eyes dark with desire.

My hands finally found her stocking-clad calves, sliding up slowly, feeling the whisper-soft nylon and the firm muscle beneath. I moved upward, past her knees, my thumbs tracing the delicate lace band at the top of her stockings. Her skin was so warm. I dipped a finger underneath the elastic, feeling the incredible contrast of the tight lace against the smooth, hot skin of her inner thigh. Jayne’s breath hitched, a soft, delicious sound.

“These fucking stockings, Jayne,” I growled, leaning forward to bury my face in the junction of her thigh and hip, nuzzling her through the thin cotton of her panties. _I could already smell her, that sweet, potent scent of her arousal._ “You wear them just to drive me crazy, don’t you? Just so I can see your perfect legs and imagine what’s waiting for me at the top.”

“Maybe,” she breathed, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk towards my mouth.

I hooked my fingers into the sides of her flimsy white panties. “Lift your hips for me, baby.” She did, and I dragged them down her legs, over the tan nylon, tossing them aside. Now she was bare for me, her pretty vulva neatly trimmed, slick and glistening with her want. _My mouth watered._

I didn’t waste another second. I pushed her legs apart, settling between them, and lowered my mouth to her. My tongue found her clit in one long, flat stroke. _Fuck, she tasted incredible._ Salty and sweet and purely Jayne. I circled the hard little nub, lapping at her essence, my hands gripping her nylon-clad hips to hold her steady.

“Oh, god, yes,” she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, not guiding, just holding on. “Right there. _Don’t stop._ Your tongue feels so fucking good.”

I worshipped her with my mouth, licking and sucking, delving deep inside her with my tongue before returning to focus on her clit. I could feel her body tensing, her thighs beginning to tremble against my ears. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that spot that made her cry out. Her inner muscles clenched around me, slick and tight.

“I’m gonna come,” she panted, her voice strained. “I’m gonna come all over your fucking face.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I sucked her clit hard, fucking her with my fingers, and felt her shatter. A raw, guttural cry tore from her throat as her orgasm rocked through her, her body bowing off the bed. I kept my mouth on her, drinking her in, easing her through the convulsions until she collapsed back onto the mattress, breathless and boneless.

I crawled up her body, kissing my way over her stomach, between her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth through the black dress, sucking hard, the damp fabric clinging to the perfect, perky nub. She arched her back, a fresh moan escaping her lips.

“I need you inside me,” she demanded, her hands fumbling for my jeans. “Now. Fuck me. I need to feel you.”

I shoved my jeans and boxers down just enough to free my aching cock. I was so hard it hurt, throbbing with every beat of my heart. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock slick with her wetness and my own pre-cum. I looked down at her—disheveled, gorgeous, her dress rucked up around her waist, her stockings perfectly intact, her eyes full of hungry need.

I pushed inside her in one slow, relentless thrust.

_Oh fuck._ She was so warm, so unbelievably tight. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I filled her completely, a long, low groan of pure pleasure vibrating through her chest and into mine. I stayed there for a second, buried to the hilt, just feeling the incredible sensation of being inside my wife.

Then I started to move.

A married man is enticed by his beautiful blonde MILF wife on a lazy Saturday morning, as she wears a revealing dress and stockings to tease him. Their playful banter leads to intense foreplay, where he pleasures her with his mouth while she is clad in her stockings and panties. The sexual tension culminates in passionate intercourse, as they both give in to their desires.

Four letters beginning with 'F'

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