Fifties Housewife After the Party

Darren called from the front room for me to come to him. He said, "Honey are you going to come out here or do I need to come in there?"

I said I would be just a minute and started getting into the new clothes. I made sure to slide the panties over the garters. I took a second to look at myself in the mirror and put on a dark red lipstick.

I stepped into the living room and Darren was sitting in his chair. He smiled at me and said "Stop, stop right there I want to look at you."

He had rearranged the furniture so his chair and a dining room chair were the only seats available and the coffee table was covered with a blanket. There were candles lit and some soft music playing. The lights were low but the curtains were open.

He was wearing his leather pants and a wife beater under shirt. He looked very handsome and hot. He was just so hot all I could think of was how excited I was being in front of this man.

He looked me over and asked me to turn around so he could see my back. I turned slowly on my toe. His smile settled into a look of happy hunger. He motioned me to come sit on his lap.

I gently settled myself onto his lap and he touched my breasts. They were another gift from the girls. They were glued on. He was fascinated by them and nuzzled them with his face. He ran his hands over my body feeling everything. Each moment was so exciting and each touch built my excitement even more.

Then he put his hands on my hips and pushed me up to my feet. "You want me don't you honey?" He said almost a whisper.

"Yes, yes I do." I stammered. My mouth was dry and I had a hard time talking.

"Take off my pants. You will find I am ready for you too." He smiled.

I kneeled down and ran my hands up his leather-covered thighs. He leaned back so I could unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. He raised his hips to allow me to slide them down. I pulled them to mid-thigh and stopped. His hard cock was standing straight up.