Debbie gives a perfect blow job

I looked at Debbie as she got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen. Everyone from the party had, either left or had gone to bed. It was late now and as I followed Debbie into the kitchen she stopped and turned towards me. We had been waiting for a while to be alone, and now finally we had the opportunity. I moved closer to her and I put my hands around her waist. I leaned forward and we both kissed. Her hand reached down between my legs and she began to feel me getting aroused through my trousers. As Debbie kissed me she fumbled at my zip and began to slowly undo my belt. As my trousers slipped down to my ankles, Debbie got onto her knees and took hold of my, now fully erect cock in her hand. She looked up at me and smiled, and then she moved her mouth towards my aching shaft and began to flick her tongue on the tip of it, tasting my pre cum...

Debbie was a close friend of my parents. I had known her all my life and since her divorce, last year, we had become quite close and we began an affair. My parents had decided to celebrate my sisters, engagement at their house and had invited Debbie to stay in the spare room. The party was good, and I spent most of the evening, talking and dancing with Debbie. My wife was unable to attend as she had to work early the next day, so she agreed I should go and celebrate without her. I was glad my wife wasn't there, as I was now free to flirt with Debbie. As the party finished everyone had now left, and my parents went to bed.

I looked at Debbie as she stood up to go to the kitchen. She looked great for a woman in her late fifties, she was short and a little chubby, but was well groomed and had nice shoulder length, platinum ash blonde hair. Her tight white blouse showed her perfect 38c breasts and her black skirt showed off her nice round shapely arse. She was 28 years older than me, but that did not stop me from fucking her when I could, and after we had spent an evening flirting together we were both desperate to get our hands on each other.

As Debbie flicked her tongue on the tip of my hard cock, her hand wanked it slowly while her other hand cupped and gently massaged my balls. Then she slowly opened her lips, and guided my aching cock into her warm wet mouth. She let out small, soft moans as she began to suck faster. She looked up at me and smiled, as she took my cock out of her mouth and licked the tip before taking my whole length back deep into her mouth again. It was difficult trying to hold myself back as I watched Debbie, licking and kissing my shaft, her experienced mouth enjoying the taste of my pre cum.

I placed both my hands on her blonde head and began to slowly thrust my hips, enjoying her warm lips tight around my rock hard member. I began to thrust faster and as I felt her tongue flick across the tip of my shaft I could not hold back any longer. My cock twitched as I released my load into her mouth. Debbie gagged as I pulled my cock from her lips, and a small amount of my spunk dripped from her mouth and down her chin as she tried to swallow most of it. She then looked up at me and smiled, pleased that she had managed to make me cum so quickly, then she kissed my lipstick smeared cock, stood up and took my hand and led me to the sofa.

I sat and down and watched, as Debbie unbuttoned her blouse and unclipped her bra. She managed to remove her bra and leave just her blouse on, undone exposing her big white tits. She then pulled down her black cotton knickers and kicked them under the sofa along with her bra. With her black skirt hoisted up over her hips she sat down next to me and opened her legs, giving me a look her wet hairy hole. It was now my turn to pleasure Debbie and I was not going to hesitate to return the favour, but we were interrupted by noise upstairs from my father waking up and we decide to not risk being interrupted and I decided to go home.

Spending a few hours with Debbie was great, and waking up next to my wife a couple of hours later, with her alarm clock ringing was terrible. I felt guilty about my affair with Debbie as my wife got out of bed to get ready for her early morning shift, but I knew I would always carry on seeing Debbie even as my perfect, slim nude wife bent down to kiss me as she left the room. I stayed in bed and as I drifted back to sleep i thought about all the other times we had fucked and I could not wait to see her again. I could never keep my mind, or hands, off Debbie for long.