I’m a cheating phone sex slut wife. That means I love to fuck around on my husband and tell you all about it. Or maybe pretend you are my lover. I am not designed for monogamy. Look at me? Do you think I don’t get hit on? My husband does. He thinks most men prefer young slender girls. At least over busty, curvy MILFs. He is delusional. He is so strong in his assumption, he hired a young buff tennis coach for me. Essentially, he invited a young stud to come fuck his wife in his own marriage bed. I mean what trophy wife doesn’t fuck the tennis pro? It is so cliché, it is like something straight out of a porn movie.
The first day Rick showed up for my lesson, I saw the racquet in his shorts and was beyond impressed. His cock was the length of the tennis racquet handle but double the thickness. His racquet was the only one I wanted to handle. Once he saw my big tits and hairy muff, the only lesson he wanted to give me was in how to handle big meat. He pushed me down to my knees so I was level with his monster cock. He grabbed my head to guide me down his shaft. I looked like I had the mumps his cock stuffed my mouth so much. I had to use two hands to stroke him. He had more lessons to teach me. He flipped me over and fisted my cunt. I thought his cock was huge. That fist of his was like getting fucked by a wine bottle. He started with three fingers, but within minutes he had his entire fist up my snatch. I was convulsing.
He fucked me hard. So hard, I was squirting all over his arm and my bed. My pussy let out a geyser of womb water that even coated the walls. I swear I screamed so loud, the neighbors thought I was being assaulted. I was, but in a good way. Fuck tennis. I didn’t care about impressing my husband with my court skills. All I wanted to do was learn how to handle my instructors big fat racquet. Lucky for me, he is a MILF lover and more than happy to teach me how to master his racquet and balls.
