As she opens the door she looks outside, a smirk spreading across her borrowed lips as she places a hand on the small of my back.
"Actually, perhaps we can have a drink tomorrow.." she muses, shoving me out through the door almost violently with her newfound strength. "It looks like you need to get home" she chuckles, dropping her keys in the hall before slamming the door shut on my confused form as I hear a voice call out.
"Well hello there" coos Mr. Richards "Thought you'd be getting ready for date night?"
The man is a silver fox in the making, his dark brown hair only just starting to develop a few grays along his sideburns and in the gruff muzzle of five-o-clock shadow he calls a beard that runs down his firm and chiseled. A set of black glasses set on his nose, amplifying her gray-blue eyes as he looks down at me. Standing at only around 5'11" he is a bit shorter than I had been, though in my current state he manages to steal a few inches over me.
He is dressed in a tight white button-up shirt, a dark navy blue suit jacket slung over one shoulder while his of-hand holds a fine leather messenger bag. A stripped range, white, and blue tie hangs loose around his neck, having been let down over this trip home from the office.
Despite his age, being somewhere in is very early forties, he still remained rather fit and healthy, looking more than able to pick up a sweet and curvaceous woman like Margaret without much trouble at all.
I freeze up for a moment as I spot him, jumping a little in shock as the older man looks at me with a smirk. My heart suddenly begins to race, a warmth building inside me that I had yet to experience at any of my nights in the book club.
"Holy shit" I find myself thinking, biting at my plump bottom lip as I begin to squeeze my thick denim covered thighs together. "Is Nathan... kind of..." I continue, swallowing hard as I suddenly feel the heat begin to build between my legs and gnaw at me like a subtle craving.
The click of the old lock inside the Richards' front door snaps me from my train of thought, my face burning slightly as I stare at the older man standing in the doorway down the hall. He holds the door open, gesturing for me to come inside.
"After you sweet pea" he coos, is deep voice almost making me weak at the knees. "Unless you'd prefer to spend our night out in the hallway where everyone can..."
"Coming" I squeak, my sensual and mature voice squealing out like some nervous school girl as I take my first mincing step towards him. Suddenly I come to a stop, pausing as I remember the keys on the floor. Pivoting in place I quickly bend over, my eye twitching slightly as I feel the tight jeans strain over my enormous flabby rear and the material crease before digging into my thick thighs.
"Don't hurry back up on my account" coos the warm and mind numbing voice of Mr Richards, a low rumbling chuckle coming from behind me. "You know I could just stare at..."
The realization that he was watch causes me to lurch back up, my overwhelming shelf of jiggly flesh jostling inside the top and causing me to clutch up the taut fabric out of fear of something slipping out. Blushing intensely I turn back to face Nathan, her lecherous gaze causing a shiver to run down my spine as the heat only grows more distracting by the seconds.
As I walk hastily towards the door I quickly become hyper aware of the bounce of my chest, the deep and overly shown mounds and cleavage searing into my mind as I feel the thick nipples hidden beneath grow harder by the second. As I wriggle past Nathan he reaches out, his now taller frame quickly pulling me into an embrace as my chest squishes against his firm form. I let out a slight gasp, the sensation of my sensitive nipples pressing against the fabric and the firm warm man on the other side sending a shudder through my MILFy form.
Without another word he leans in squeezing me against him as he presses his lips against my own. With little effort he parts them, his tongue slowly slithering into my waiting mouth before he softly bites at my lower lip almost hungrily. I whimper as his hand slides down, his fingers sinking into the thick and flabby rear bound tightly in the denim jeans that had molded me into this shape. His bag drops to the floor with a thud, his arm quickly wrapping in behind me as his hand shifts up to tease my hair and grip the back of my head.
The heat begin my legs builds to a breaking point, my new slit quivering as I feel a dampness begin to rapidly build despite my best efforts. Suddenly, Nathan comes back up for breath, her chiseled mug twisting into a smirk.
"I can't remember the last time we've had the place just to ourselves" he coos, leaning back in as he begins to nibble at my ear. A sharp moan slips from my lips, my legs quivering as I'm forced to squeeze them together in order to keep myself standing under the man's practiced campaign of teasing. "Just us, no Kelly, I could just..." he purrs, his hand cupping up my bulbous rear as his fingers inch closer and closer to my aching and desperate pussy.
Before I can react the man pulls away, leaving me shivering and breathing heavily the door way as he smirks down at me with a knowing wink. He quickly fetches his bag from the floor before heading inside, kicking off his shoes by the door before beginning to unbutton his shirt.
Still struggling to slow my heart or steady my breathing I instinctively follow in behind him, nudging the door shut with my bare foot before I slowly begin to take in the apartment.
The walls of the space are vaguely similar, with aging wooden skirting framing the walls though with the light brown paint differing from the pale green of my own home. The entry way is short, barely having enough room from the shoes of the family before opening up into a large living room with a galley kitchen along the right hand wall. Two sofa sit at a slight angle in the center of the space, both facing the left hand wall and the large TV sitting centered between two windows out to the main street.
At the back of the living room are three doors, two on the far wall and one to the side of the galley kitchen. While all the doors are closed it isn't hard to imagine what lays beyond, two bedroom and a bathroom for the closely knit family even if it led to little privacy.
I'm snapped back to attention as Nathan drops his shirt to the floor, my pussy twitching and my lips drooling as I spy the man's taut and tan back. My mind races, trying to think of a way to get back to my apartment and to a body, any body besides this 'Mrs Richards'.
However, I soon find my train of though cut short as the booming voice of the man I would call my husband begins to chuckles to himself.
"Kelly's spending the night at... oh what's her name again? Lindsey? Lin... The one who lives on campus" he states, clicking his fingers as if trying to summon the name to his mind. "Never mind, she's having a movie night and you know what that means..." he coos knowingly, fiddling with his belt as he leaves the words hanging in the air.
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