Brenda Bragton – Dreamwife by yowser

Jon came back with them to their place around eleven afterward. Brenda rustled up some burgers and hash-browns for them and they shot the shit, finishing off the last of a case of Dixie.

Watching Brenda clear the dishes, her tits moving around splendid in her little top, her ass-cheeks sticking out of her shorts, Jamie felt his rod stirring.

Jon spotted the incoming erection and figured it was best to be moving on. He knew damn well what was next at the Bragton homestead.

“Thanks Jamie, thanks Brenda. Super food, good friends. Gotta be thankful all around.”

He waved and was off down the steps to his Chevy truck in the gravel driveway.

Jamie snuggled up to Brenda while she was rinsing dishes at the sink. She felt his erection pressing up against her ass.

“Hey babe, let’s leave the rest. I’ll help tomorrow, but let’s hit the bed. I’m tired,” Jamie said with a stupid smile.

“And horny,” Brenda shot back, grinning herself. She reached around and gauged his arousal.

“Sounds good. Feels good,” she said with an evil look.

Jamie hit the bathroom first, stoked himself out on the bed. The air in the bedroom was still warm with a lingering late fall heat that probably wouldn’t last too much longer, no covers needed, no nothing, just an anxious half-erect penis waiting for his girl.

He watched as Brenda removed what little clothing she had on. Her sandals came off, kicked to the side. Girl must be excited, he thought, normally she was particular about where she put her footwear, at the bottom of their bedroom closet.

Brenda’s eyes were on Jamie while she undid her top and her boobs tumbled out. Their heft, mostly at their ends, had never ceased to arouse Jamie, and he remembered the first time he felt them, fishing them out of her bra on one of their early dates. Damn, that had been super. Sidewinder tits that could swing, can’t get much better than that.

Brenda’s boobs waved side to side when she peeled off her cutoffs and panties. Jamie licked his lips.

She was in bed straight away, lying next to him and stroking his cock. After a few fondles, her mouth went to his prick, teasing the tip, then taking the head into her mouth. Jamie closed his eyes and felt his rod grow in her mouth, wet sliding sounds coming from Brenda. He spread his legs and delightful little tremors sped up and down his body.

After a few minutes, he spread his legs a little more.

“Hey sweetie, how about licking them balls? You never done that, and I sure would like you to.”

Brenda looked up surprised and made a face.

She shook her head. “No, let me do something better. Good for both of us.”

She got up on all fours, and reversed herself on top of him, placing her cunt, that glorious furry cunt of hers, now damp and well-split, onto Jamie’s mouth, while she lowered herself down on him and took his prick in her mouth.

Jamie was fine with this, and his own tongue went to work on that cunt of all cunts, those lips of love, that deep smell of female lust, her fur tickling his nose, while his own cock got a damn good workout.

But things were going too fast, and after a few overheated minutes of tongue work from both of them, Jamie eased her off, and put her down on her own back. He licked her notch a few minutes until her hips were restless against the mattress and then plunged his cock in deep.

It was a good fuck, not too long, and Jamie came hard, six good strong shots of sperm going into his sweetie. He loved that feeling when his ass was contracting, that built-up pressure behind his hose, and the big release, the flood. And then the sweet stillness, while he rested with Brenda’s arms around his back, feeling her soft chest, now pretty sweaty, underneath him.

He finally rolled off to the right, Brenda’s eyes on him.

“How you gonna do me, Jamie? I don’t want you going to sleep on me yet.”

This was the trouble. All other things being equal, Jamie would prefer just to drift off into that sleep lurking just around the corner, that sleep, the best sleep, that resulted from a thoroughly drained pair of balls.

But here was Brenda, trying to assert herself, and he couldn’t blame her.

But he was either going to have to lick her or finger her off, there wasn’t gonna be another hard-on this evening, he reckoned. And he’d really rather not be putting his nose into his own spunk tonight, although Brenda liked that, and he had done it before.

So Jamie just lay there, letting his hand rummage around Brenda’s notch. It was plenty wet, between his own leavings and likely her own excitement.

Coarse, curly hairs on his palm, as he rooted up inside her with a finger, side lips slippery. She was making those noises, the one’s Jamie liked to hear so much, and she started nibbling on his ear.

Damn, maybe with a little effort he could get her off, and they’d all get to sleep fast.

He rubbed and fiddled, and her hips got more frantic, pushing back into him. He got a decent rhythm going, nipping on one erect nipple with his teeth, and Brenda got there, pushing frantic into his hand and breathing hard.

Relieved, Jamie let her ride out the business, keeping his hand in as long as he could, suckling on her left boob until she curled up next to him, her breath slowed.

“Let me lick your finger,” she murmured, and Jamie held up his well-buttered hand for her to suckle for a moment.

“Mmm, good. Me and you mixed. You have a taste too, my big stud.”

Jamie didn’t want to, didn’t mind her own smell, but could have done without his own, but he made a show of a lick.

They slept good.

The next morning, over eggs and toast, Brenda eyed him careful.

“You mind if we talk?” she asked.

Jamie hated this kind of opening, talking always meant troubles, of one sort or another.

“What’s up, sweets?” He tried to keep an even voice.

Brenda looked into her coffee cup, then up at Jamie’s eyes, level.

“Would have been nice to have come twice last night. I know you were beat, but sure would have liked another myself. You know most times I am good for more than one.”

This was a discussion they had had before. It always seemed so unfair to Jamie. That unlike guys, these women, or at least this woman, could have pleasure in bunches, not just once but over and over.

The talk didn’t go much different than the others before it. Brenda let him know that she wanted more, didn’t demand it exactly, but said she felt like Jamie could do a little more for her than he was.

“I do pay a lot of attention to your cock, you know.”

Jamie couldn’t argue with this.

“I pay a lot of attention to you too, babe. You got a body that’s a walking, skin-smooth felony, and I criminalize it every chance I get.”

Brenda laughed, which was a good sign.

“Right enough. But I’d like a little more attention later in the evening? For longer? Think you can help in that department, Jamie?”

Jamie promised, but this was not the first time this little issue had come up.

The next Monday morning Jamie got an early phone call in bed.

“Yeah?” he answered.

“Jamie, Jon. Sorry to bug you with a favor, man. My truck won’t start, it’s been having some trouble the last couple mornings, what with the cooler air and everything. Any chance you can give me a jump so I can get to work today?”

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