My Wife was never really sexually aggressive with me. She was raised in a traditional environment in Greenville, Alabama; therefore, her friends were also of the same demure kind throughout her life. My choice to marry her was one of the finest choices I’ve ever made; she is a wonderful partner and a doting mother to our kids.

I wanted to do something special for the 15th anniversary of my marriage, so I got a reservation at a ritzy restaurant in the city. My wife like getting a night out on the town because it gives her the opportunity to get all dolled up and have a good time without the distraction of the kids.

The evening of our anniversary approaches, and I bring the children to stay with my in-laws. When I finally arrived home, my beautiful wife was all dressed and ready for the evening. She is the epitome of the term “MILF.”

Long brown hair, broad hips, a huge old booty, and titties that don’t seem to ever stop growing and continue to get larger with each passing year. She was also decked up to the nines, wearing a sophisticated long dress, and her makeup was absolutely flawless, including her eyeliner and everything else.

“How do I look?”

“Amazing! I have a present for you that is something that you might wear that would go well with your clothing.” I presented her with a jewelry box as a gift. When she opened it, she saw a necklace made of silver and adorned with an emerald jewel.

“I am grateful, and it’s stunning.”

Following supper, we enjoyed the city’s evening while strolling about and taking in the sights and sounds of the area. We went inside a bar, each of us ordered one drink, and then we agreed that we were both too elderly to party at a bar anymore and that the music was too loud. So, we went home instead.

Since it was the first time in a very long time that we had the whole home to ourselves, it was only natural for me to get optimistic that we would engage in sexual activity. On the other hand, my wife remained immobile as per her customary behavior. I made an attempt to take the initiative, but she either did not respond to me or claimed that she did not hear me.

After that, she removed her makeup before taking a shower. After I had finished, I went to check on her and found her already in bed. I jumped in and immediately began to cuddle her. While we were spooning, it was natural for me to feel a flutter of excitement whenever I rubbed up against her round behind. Since she did not attempt to stop me, I saw it as a go signal and began to exert more effort.

Because of a chain of unfortunate events, I found myself on top of her as we were kissing and vigorously pumping my fists. After that, she climbed to the top and started bouncing about till I could no longer contain my laughter. I was able to get on top of my pajama shirt in one rapid motion, which caused her to spring away.

Another night of unremarkable sexual encounters left me feeling more than a bit underwhelmed. It was great that we had passion, but I think we could have gone a step farther and been a little crazier.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.

“Umm”

“You are free to speak the truth. It is our anniversary, and because communication is essential, we may as well discuss how our sexual lives have been going.”

“Alright, alright, let’s chat about our sexual lives,” they said. My wife supported herself with one arm as she stood.

“You know how every time I go up the stairs in front of you, you always slap my bottom, or how you always touch my titty when I’m in the kitchen?”

Oh no, I was thinking to myself. Uh oh. It is true that I find it difficult to refrain from touching my wife. I always get a bit too near or let my hands roam a little too far when I should be more careful. I am unable to stop it. My wife’s response was usually a slap on the hand or an angry phrase if I tried to touch her.

“Well, it’s not really proper to do that when there are children around…” My wife gave me a reprimand. “But when there’s just the two of us at home, I truly like it.”

“What?” I was taken aback by that.

“What, I like it when you put your hands on me.”

“However, you constantly behave in an angry manner about it.”

“Simply because you do it at the incorrect moment the majority of the time. while the children are in the vicinity.”

“Yeah, but the other times I’m at work,” the respondent said.

“You are a home-based worker, baby.”

It’s a fact that we both did our jobs from home.

“You are aware that we might make better use of that time by… putting it to constructive use.”

“What do you mean?”

“To tell you the truth, coming into the Office while I’m on a business call and putting up with anything you want from me is sort of a dream of mine. Do not even bother to speak to me; just come in here and treat me anyway you see fit.”

I taunted her, saying, “That sounds extremely nasty, but how will I know if you’re in the mood?” but she didn’t answer.

My wife gave it some consideration for a brief moment.

You gave me a necklace today, and I was thinking that every time I wore it, it should signify that I’m open to new experiences and opportunities.

I had never expressed this sentiment before, but I couldn’t wait until the following Monday.

On a Monday morning, everything are pretty much the same. No necklace. After that, for lunch, we had some fruit and some tea. No necklace. After I had returned to my previous job, I was able to hear that my wife had attended a Zoom conference two hours later.

I quickly emerged from my home office and made my way to her place of business. She was participating in a Zoom conference that was open to the whole workplace with her camera and microphone muted. The chief executive officer was giving a dull speech on the company’s revenue.

After then, I noticed it. It suddenly seemed that she was wearing the necklace. Go time. I approached her from behind and put my arms around her as she sat in her office chair. I was careful not to hurt her when I gently jiggled her huge, floppy titties. Since my wife was not wearing a bra, she was wearing a boob tube that was very tight, so I just pulled it down and freed her heavy breasts.

When her supervisor was talking about underlying profits, I felt really bad playing with my wife’s enormous tits while she was in the office. I squished them together, jiggled them about, and generally just had a good time playing with her nipples. My wife sank into the chair with a wide grin on her face as she melted into the chair.

I lowered my hand and began stroking her pussy through her tights as I slipped my fingers farther down. Her groans were louder and more melodic. Even though I was jammed up against the back of the office chair and stretching as far as I could, the expression on her face made it all worthwhile.

I got to my feet, circled the chair, lifted up my wife, and gave her a passionate kiss. I hadn’t experienced such fervor in a very long time. She encircled me with her arms and locked me in with a passionate kiss as her arms were over my shoulders. My hands began on her hips, but they moved almost instantly down till they were on her crotch.

“I need this booty baby,” I said under my breath.

“Take it, it’s all yours,” the speaker said.

I slid my hands below her bottom and forced them through her stockings as I did so. While I was pulling her tights down as far as I could, I gave her one more lengthy kiss before leaving. After that, I whirled her around and shoved her down onto the table in the office. She responded by acting like a nice girl and thrusting her bottom out.

After pulling her tights all the way down to the ground, I saw that the woman was wearing a pair of black underwear. Because my Cock was so tough and I was so frantic, I didn’t bother to pull her underwear down when I finally got a hold of her. I just extracted my cock, pushed her pants to the side, and then inserted my cock into her pussy in the most delicate manner I could muster.

She was drenched like a cat that had been caught in the rain, which came as a complete surprise. At that moment, I was unable to stop myself from speaking. I started at the top and worked my way down in long, leisurely strokes. Every time I drew out, I could see her pussy frantically clutching onto my cock, and every time I smashed her ass, her big booty would ripple away. Every time I drew back, I could see her puss desperately clutching my cock.

My wife’s moaning response was, “Ohhhh yessssssss.”

“Can I push myself even more, baby?”

She pleaded in an agitated manner, “Yesss please pleaseee.”

I changed to using longer, more rapid strokes, and I didn’t stop. I continued to pound away while being mesmerized by the images of her buttocks bouncing on my cock and intoxicated by the social faux pas of banging my wife while she was on a business call and I was meant to be filling out spreadsheets.

“Exactly like that, ohhhhh don’t stop,” the speaker said.

I didn’t stop, and as a result, I had to wait in a very lengthy line. It was a wonderful experience, and her cat purred and became wetter almost immediately.

My wife profusely apologized, saying, “I’m so sorry,” but my response was to slam the door even more forcefully.

“Please don’t apologize since I find that sound to be really delightful; in fact, I like it. Arrive here.”

I yanked her to her feet to bring us both to standing position. She strained as hard as she could to arch her back and rubbed her whole behind into me. I got a hold of both of her enormous tits and dragged her as close to me as I could.

My wife let out a long and drawn-out “ohhhhhhhhh.” She leaned her behind up against me and said, “I love you,” as she did so. Then, in a voice that was very low and hushed, she groaned, “fuck me extremely hard, I’m so near.” Because she didn’t cuss very much, I could tell she was being serious.

I let her go so that she could continue to lean over the desk, and then I gripped her hips and began to pound on her as quickly and as forcefully as I could. After just a few seconds, her pussy started to get smaller, and she shrieked right away. Despite the fact that her whole body was trembling as I continued to penetrate her through her orgasm, there was only so much I could do to refrain from giving in.

I cracked the nut that was by far the largest one there has ever been, and I may have even let out a tiny scream. I lost all control of myself, and I saw that my legs were trembling. We were both trembling, and suddenly we both fell forward into the chair at the same time.

I squeaked out a “Oh fuckkk” as I rode the crest of a wave of ecstasy. My wife was sitting on top of me when my dick accidentally fell out, and we simply sat there for a bit after that.

At this point, the Zoom call had finished, and there was nothing but a dark screen. I was able to see my wife and her enormous grin in the mirror of the window. I swore I could see her radiating with health.

“During this whole period, while we were both working from the comfort of our homes, wouldn’t it have been great if we did it every day?” She inquired.

“I would say that’s the case.”

And for this reason, I will never set foot inside an office again.