It was a cold February outside, the rain was lashing the patio windows of Mr and Mrs X’s home office. It was snug inside sat on the comfy office sofa. I had come over that afternoon to bring some work documents, although obviously that wasn't the real reason I was here and we all knew it. Mrs x had evidently been out and had come back and changed from wet clothes. She was wearing long woolen stockings, and an oversized t-shirt over her bra and panties. We were all familiar enough from previous encounters with each other for this not to be any surprise. Mr x was sat at one end of the sofa and I was at the other end, she came and sat down beside me and snuggled up with her back to me, my arms draped over her shoulders. “Well this is nice,” she said.

Mr X smiled and moved closer and began to gently kiss her. I ran my hands slowly over the back of her t-shirt and kissed the back of her neck. She sighed contentedly, turned her head and let me kiss her slowly and deliberately, a long lingering sexy combination of lips and tongue. Mr X and I then took turns kissing her, each turn slowly raising the level of excitement and anticipation. When her breathing had started to become a little breathless, Mr X, with a knowing smile retreated back to his side of the sofa.

Mrs X held her arms aloft and I slowly lifted her t-shirt over her head. She was wearing a white bra which I unhooked at the back and she slipped it off. Mrs x has what I would call classical breasts slightly upturned, just a beautiful handful each,her nipples are small but just right for rolling between thumb and forefinger. I knew from the past how sensitive they were for her. From behind I cupped each breast in a hand and used my thumbs to gently stroke her nipples until they became hard. I squeezed each breast just enough for her to gasp before I went back to stroking her nipples again.

Mr X stood up, undressed and sat back down on the sofa. His cock was already semi-erect and watching me caress his wife's breasts he soon stroked it fully upright under his wifes gaze. My own cock was threatening to break out of my underwear, so I eased myself from behind Mrs x, stood up and stripped. I snuggled back behind her again on the sofa, this time my erect cock hard against her back which I could tell she appreciated.

Mr X slowly began to roll down his wife's woolen stockings, removing each one, then he pulled her panties away. From last time I saw she had allowed her pubic hair to grow a little around her lips which I liked. Mr x lent away again and began to slowly masturbate. 

I let my right hand slide down from her breasts and let my fingers brush across the outer lips of her vagina. She gasped with anticipation, and I got a sense how hot and wet she already was, the musky smell of her making my cock go rock hard against her back. I ran the tip of my finger around the lips and she shuddered. I let my middle finger slowly slip inside her, and then slowly back out bringing the wetness with me back to her outer lips. I entered her again this time a little firmer and she gasped. With two fingers this time I rubbed the whole of her mound slowly moving round letting the tension start to build, my fingers moving through her wetness. She moaned softly and arched her back against me. My left hand continued to cup her left breast with my thumb rolling her nipple,

The smell of sex was heavy in the air. Mr X’s breathing was becoming more and more ragged as he watched and stroked his cock.

I made a V with my fingers and parted her lips so we could see the pink hot wetness of her together.

Mr X shuffled closer, I moved my hand away and he came with a groan and spasm and shot two spurts of hot cum over his wife's puffy outer lips. She gasped and spasm in my arms. I slipped my hand down again and carefully rubbed his cum around her mound and into her and then began to use my middle finger to take it deep down with each stroke. Her breathing was ragged now she moaned softly as I worked my fingers in and out. Mr X lay back against the arm of the sofa gasping his eyes glued to what I was doing to his wife. I could feel Mrs X was close to cumming. I pulled my hand away from her and she gasped, not realising that things weren’t done yet.

I struggled off the sofa onto my knees and eased Mrs X around to face me, she pulled her knees up and spread for me. I was rock hard, I gently teased my cock against her soaking wet pussy and she groaned. I ran it over and around her lips and eventually I slid into her very gently, marveling at how warm and wet she was. She was tight enough that my foreskin was eased back from the head of my cock as I moved inside her, exposing the sensitive glans and making me groan with pleasure. Mr X watched on approvingly as I eased back out, the shaft of my cock glistening with the combined wetness. I began to build up my rhythm, rocking her backwards and forwards with me. Building the tension until I came along with her own spasms and I finally released my own cum inside her in a series of uncontrollable spurts.

And the afternoon was only just beginning…