Sexy, slutty and eighteen (Wishes For my Wife)

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Tom knew what he wanted  but he felt a little guilty about wanting it. He wanted her younger.  They had met in their teens and he often looked back at pictures of  those times. He found it incredible at that time that such a gorgeous  woman would be into him. Time had shown him that, of course, she would  have been into him but he was a long way from the awkwardness of youth.

There was something else that came up from those times. He hadn’t  been one of the cool kids and like many other guys, he had lusted after  the popular trendy girls. He saw them as beautiful and sexy but he got  frustrated seeing them only with the cool, sporty, arrogant guys.

Again, he knew that the reality of it was that he was awkward and  young but he still remembered those girls and those feelings. Now, faced  with power, he could live out that fantasy. He couldn’t go back in time  or make himself different, at least, as far as he was aware he couldn’t  but he could play out the fantasy of having the sexy popular girl. To  top it off she could be the cutest, slutiest girl that adolescent Tom could have hoped for.

“I wish she was a sexy, slutty, eighteen-year-old popular girl.”

Thump. His head hit the desk. This had the side effect of snapping  him out of the unconsciousness brought about by the shift. She put his  hand to his injury and shouted out in pain. Speedy footsteps could be  heard running up the stairs. “Are you okay?” came the garbled cry of  worry from the young woman who had burst into the room.

Tom looked at her. It was Sarah but it somehow wasn’t. There was a definite hint of her features but  this girl was just a little more conventionally attractive. She had dyed  red hair, a cropped, off-the-shoulder peasant girl top and a pair of  retro-style hot pants that had made a comeback. Her lips were shiny  light pink and a little sparkly from the gloss she had on. Her body was  lithe and her breasts moved freely in the loose-fitting top.

“Baby, are you okay? You are just staring,” she said, walking over  and bedding forward to look at him which gave him a lovely view of her  chest.

“Yes, I bent forward to pick something off the floor and banged my  head on the desk quite hard,” he said to excuse what had just happened.

“Poor baby, let me kiss it better for you.” He bent forward and she  took his head and gave it a soft kiss where he had banged it.

Tom almost felt like he  was doing something wrong as he put his hands on her slender waist and  pulled her to him. She giggled as she climbed onto his knee. He stuck  his finger into her top and easily exposed her breast. “You are such a  dirty old man,” she said, softly as he reached up to grab one of her  tits.

“That’s why you ran off with me.” He realised that he was still  married to her, just. They had eloped not long after her eighteenth  birthday. She was now the daughter of an old friend. Well, a former  friend now. Running off with a man’s eighteen-year-old daughter was not  the best way to maintain a friendship. They had both been impulsive when  she had drunkenly come on to him at her eighteenth birthday party. He  had fucked her in her bed while the party for her went on downstairs.  After that, she had confessed that she had loved him for a long time but  knew that he wouldn’t have done anything when she was a child. Now she  was an adult she had decided to take her chance and confess. It had gone  well and the pair ran off to get married the summer before she started  university. Her family had not taken it well.

“I loved you since I was little. I didn’t know you would be such a perv for a young innocent girl like me.”

“Innocent? I wasn’t your first by a long shot.”

“But you’re my best. That has to count for something,” she teased as  she pressed her lips to his, her mouth soon opening as she slipped her  tongue into his mouth.

Tom relished the feel  of her firm, young breasts for a moment before slipping his hand between  her legs. His fingers slipped under the hem of the leg of her shorts  and found a naked wet pussy underneath. “Already wet?”

“I might have been playing with myself when I heard you go bang.” Her  hips were making little circles as he rubbed his fingers against her  slit.

“You are always playing with yourself,” he commented.

“And you love it. What’s the point of living with you if I can’t  masturbate anywhere I want to in the house? It’s like, the best thing  about not being in halls.”

“You couldn’t be in the halls anyway. Your daddy cut you off.”

“My daddy doesn’t fuck me as well as you do,” purred Sarah. Tom raised an eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes, “I’m joking, jees. Daddy  was a much better fuck,” she added with a grin and tried to get away.  The couple tussled together for a moment playfully but it soon turned  back into a makeout session.

Tom stood up, putting Sarah on the floor. “Hand’s on my desk,” he told her. She eagerly obliged and  waved her butt at him in anticipation. She yelped as he roughly pulled  down the shorts and pulled them off her feet before relishing the view  as he spread her ass cheeks apart before burying his face into it.

“Oh my fucking god, yes,” Sarah groaned as she pushed her ass into his face. “I love it when you eat my  ass.” She rested on the tabletop and gripped the far edge.

Tom had to hold onto  her hips to stop them from snaking away. He pulled his head back and  gave her a firm smack on her wriggly bottom. “Ah! Yes! Are you going to  fuck me, daddy?”

It stood to reason that an eighteen-year-old woman who was attracted  to a forty-year-old man would have some daddy issues. They always seemed  to come out when he got dominant. He found it amusing that he knew  that, this in many ways being the first time he had slept with her.

He was going to fuck her. She was his perfect trendy girl and he was  going to fuck her like he had imagined fucking all the cool girls back  in the day. He pulled down his trousers, his cock as hard as a rock and,  using his thumb to pull her exposed pussy lips apart, he slid his dick  into her pretty pink pussy. “Yes, daddy,” she groaned and he held  himself inside her for a moment enjoying the feeling of penetrating this  slim young woman.

He didn’t wait long. They both wanted him to fuck her so he pulled  out a bit, grabbed her hips and slammed into her cute backside. His  hands held her firmly as he began to slam into her. She cried out and  squirmed as he ruthlessly fucked her. She was an energetic sort and even  when getting fucked she couldn’t stay still. “Pull my hair,” she asked  and he let go of her hips and gathered her hair so he was holding her  ponytail. Heathen used it as leverage to continue fucking her.

He felt her pussy clamp on his dick but he was in a using mood and  didn’t let up for her orgasm. Instead, he bent over her and reached  around to grab her throat. She loved a little light choking. Nothing too  hard but the feeling of his hand on her throat really got her off.

A little while later he could feel his orgasm rising so he returned  his hands to her hips to really pull himself into her. Soon he was  filling her with cum while she drunkenly giggled. Once he had unloaded  he sat back in his chair and admired the aftermath of his actions. Her  pretty rump was pink from having him slamming his hips against it and  her pussy was leaking his cum while her slender legs shook a little. She  was making happy humming sounds while she lay on his desk.

He pulled her onto his lap, just accepting the leaky mess she was  making. She curled up and nuzzled his neck. “I love it when you get like  that,” she said and kissed his neck.

“I don’t always have the energy but you were too enticing today.”

“Good to know. Maybe next time I want it like that I should hit you on the head first.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Spoilsport,” she giggled. “I don’t suppose you’d make me a toasted  sandwich, would you? You made me hungry. I’ll totally suck your cock  later if you do.”

“You’d suck my cock anyway to try and get another fuck out of me.”

“True but can I still get a cheese toasty?”

She was still useless in the kitchen. Tom found that strangely comforting. He wasn’t sure how long he would keep  her like this but for now, he was keen to experience more of her.