Gently Valentin slipped his cockhead between her pussy lips and Greta immediately pushed back her ass trying to get more in. Her action inflamed his arousal and he savagely thrust inside her sopping wet pussy. Bottoming out in one stroke.
"Umphhhh... aaah." She gasped and arched her back even more.
Valentin reared back and again bottomed out in one stroke. Then he started to pound his wife hard. "This is what you want, don't you?... to be fucked... not to be gentle or loving... you just want to be taken hard, just used." He snarled at her as he pounded her fuck hole.
Greta was breathing hard through her open mouth and moaning loudly. "Aaahh... yes... yes... give it to me." She whined.
Soon she had an intense orgasm and her body spasmed. She got on her toes and pushed her ass back into her husband's pelvis while tightly holding on to the side of the table. "I am cumming... cumming... aaahhh... eeeeiiiiii... yessss."
Valentin kept fucking her through her orgasm but slowed down his pace. A little bit later he again had his wife in the throes of another orgasm and he also ejaculated, coating the inside of wife's pussy with his hot, gooey cum. He draped himself over his bent wife and gently kissed her shoulders and neck.
She was breathing hard still feeling mini-orgasms while the big one subsided. "You okay honey?" Valentin whispered into her ear.
She just nodded still enjoying and basking in the afterglow of the intense orgasm.
As Valentin's erection went down he slowly straightened up withdrawing his shrinking cock. Cum leaked out of Greta's gaping open pussy. Some of it smeared her inner thighs and some dribbled down onto the floor.
"What are you doing to me?... you just driving me crazy." Greta slowly straightened up and turning around shyly smiled. She bashfully pulled down her skirt as her face turned crimson.
"You got it all wrong... it is you who is driving me crazy." Valentin ginned.
Picking up her discarded jacket and panties, Greta went upstairs to clean up and change. She changed into a short drawstring shorts and a tank top after cleaning up. Valentin was cooking and had already poured a glass of wine for her.
"So what you making?" She asked.
"Shrimp scampi... my special recipe." He chuckled as he ran his eyes over her long, creamy, slender legs. The shorts very pretty small and ended just below her butt.
"Stop staring at me that way... I am not food." She giggled.
"It is difficult not to stare at your hot body." She was not wearing a bra and her nipples poked through the thin tank top. Her small breasts were pretty firm and did not really need the support of a bra.
"You are truly becoming insatiable... so how is that big project of yours coming along?" She asked.
"Made a little bit progress today but then I kind of lost focus... couldn't concentrate."
"Why did you lose focus?" She asked with curiosity.
"It is all your fault... your thoughts kept creeping into my mind."
"Hey... don't you dare blame me."
They laughed and bantered while Valentin cooked supper. After supper, both of them were watching TV in the living room.
"So... so... you are you not going to let Scott take you out for dinner?" He asked casually.
"No honey... that is really not going to happen." She said firmly. "once I go out with him it will be just not being playful and flirty... he will want more. I cannot lead him on that way, we work together."
"Yes I understand... you are right." Valentin agreed reluctantly.
As they were talking, they heard the garage side door open and knew that Greg was back from work.
Greg walked into the living room and Greta said, "Hi honey... how was work?"
"Sucked... same like any other day over there... we get some shitty customers." He responded with disdain. "I am so tired."
"Oh... just a temporary job for you... good place to gain experience about how to deal with different kinds of people." Greta soothingly said.
"I know mom... you have explained that." He said with a tinge of annoyance. "Dad did you cook something?... I am hungry."
"Yeah... there is supper on the kitchen counter." Valentin told him.
"I will go and warm it for you... you go clean up and change." Greta said removing her husband's arm from around her.
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It was Saturday afternoon and Valentin was watching a college football game and Greta was puttering around the house, doing some chores. Greg was at work.
The doorbell rang. When Valentin opened the door he was surprised to see Nick. It had been more than a week since he had last caught him with his wife's panties.
"Hey Nick... Greg is not home, he is working today." Valentin said to him.
"Hello Mr. Plummer... Oh yes I know... I actually came to see Mrs. Plummer." Nick said with hesitation.
Now Valentin was kind of taken aback by Nick's statement but did not say anything. "Sure... come on in... have a seat, I will get Greta." He led him to the living room.
"Honey... who is it?" Greta asked him.
"Your young admirer Nick... he has come by to see you." He said with a cheeky smile.
"Stop kidding me and tell me why he is here?" Greta did not believe her husband.
"No really. He is here to see you but I did not ask why." He explained as he ran his eyes over his wife. She was wearing short shorts that she typically wore around the house and a short sleeved top. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, showing her long slender neck. "You look sexy... Nick will like how you look."
Greta rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Shut up Valentin... get your mind out of the gutter."
"Hi Mrs. Plummer." Nick stood up as he saw Greta and ran his eyes over her slender body, long legs, small but firm breasts.
Her pulse quickened seeing his eyes roam over her body. "Hello Nick... you came by to see me?... have a seat."
"Yes... I just wanted to talk to you about something... I mean I just need a favor." He nervously looked at Greta and then at Valentin.
"Okay... how can I help?" She asked unsurely.
"The thing is... the prom is coming up and I can't dance... I mean I do not know how to do the formal dance... and I was wondering if you could teach me?" He asked gingerly. After a lot of thinking, Nick had come up with this scheme to be able to spend some time with the hot MILF and maybe seduce her.
"I don't know Nick... I do not believe I am the right person to teach dance to anyone... I am just an okay, average dancer." Greta said with a nervous laugh.
"Oh..come on what are you saying honey?... you are an excellent dancer." Valentin interjected. Greta turned and gave him a dirty look.
"Please Mrs. Plummer... I will forever indebted to you, I don't know anyone else who can teach me and I don't want to ask any of my friends, they will make fun of me." Nick pleaded.
"Honey I think you should help him out." Again Valentin encouraged her.
She turned to him and gave him the death stare. "Okay fine... I will teach you." She gave in.
"Thank you Mrs. Plummer." He said happily. "One