Bending Her Over and Fucking Her

Margaret watched her husband walk slowly out the door. She stared around the room, started to fix her clothing and then froze in her tracks. William knew her better than she knew herself. She couldn't leave Carl even if it meant the end of her marriage. For better or worse she had made that decision long ago.

Her marriage was over, shot, and along with it her whole way of life. All that was true but it hardly bothered her at all. Now that William was gone he was already fading in importance from her consciousness. Again she was aware of present reality, manifested by the demands of her unsated lust.
"Carl, Carl, get back in here," she shouted. "Get your ass in here I say. He's gone, you don't have to hide. Carl, please come back to me. We're not done. I need you."
Carl appeared in a few seconds, pale and silent but with his hard-on undiminished. He stood framed in the living room doorway, wanting Margaret but afraid to approach her. He started to talk and then stopped. It was all above his head. He had to get away from the woman, soon if not right now.

It was simple enough for Margaret to entice the boy to fuck her again in the position in which they had started. She left her post by the refrigerator and walked slowly toward the boy, swiveling her lush hips and smiling broadly. Her movements were lascivious, provocative as she bent down before him.

There was nothing for Carl to do but take his rigid cock in hand and guide it back into her mature pussy. He still wanted the woman, at least this one last time, and there was no point fighting his desires yet. No sane man could have resisted Margaret at a time like that.

Their passion returned as if it had never been interrupted. He had literally bent her over and was now fucking her from behind. Carl began to move his prick rapidly, slamming it full length into Margaret's inviting snatch. His body was cushioned against her soft round buttocks as Margaret waved her arms in the air as she sought to maintain her balance.

Eventually she bent further so that her palms were touching the floor. The strenuous position didn't bother her for a second. Carl's prick had taken care of that, anesthetizing her to all other V-sensations. She was almost ready now and figured that Carl couldn't be very far behind her.

His cock filled Margaret to capacity. She slid back and forth on the long, curved scimitar and felt her fluids starting to flow more copiously. Then she felt her muscles stiffening, felt her cunt clamping down hard on the probing prick. She was there, ready to erupt, having her climax.
"I'M COMING, I'M COMING," she wailed. "Keep it fast, make it hard. Oh shit, I can't stop, it's happening to me. AAAAAAA, yes, that's it. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm COMMMMIIIINNNNNGG."

Margaret's cunt vibrated around the prick that was filling it to capacity, driving her lover wild with passion. The boy sustained her orgasm, deafened by Margaret's screams, his nostrils filled with the sharp odor of her cunt secretions. He was getting there himself, just about ready to join her.