Deutscher outdoor Sex mit der molligen älteren Frau von nebenan

The sun was setting over the sleepy suburban neighborhood as a young man named Marco strolled home from the gym. The warm summer air caressed his toned body, still glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Lost in thought, he barely noticed the voluptuous, middle-aged woman pruning her rose bushes next door. That is, until she spoke.

“Ah, hello there Marco,” trilled Vivian, a bewitching smile playing across her plump, cherry-red lips. “Lovely evening, isn’t it? You must be feeling quite invigorated after your workout.”

Marco snapped to attention, embarrassed to be caught staring at the buxom beauty. “Oh, h-hi Vivian. Yes, it was a great workout.” He glanced away, trying not to gawk at her ample cleavage practically spilling out of a low-cut sundress.

“Mmm, you’re looking fit as ever,” she purred, eyeing his muscular frame approvingly. “Such powerful shoulders, such a firm, round backside. I bet you could throw me around like a little plaything, mmm?”

Blood rushed from Marco’s head straight to his groin at her lewd suggestion. Just then, her husband Hans rounded the corner, a scowl on his craggy face. “What are you two conspiring about over here?” he grumbled.

“Oh, nothing serious, dear,” Vivian replied sweetly. “Marco and I were just discussing his impressive physical shape. Such an admirable young man, so disciplined. Don’t you think, darling?”

Hans shrugged. “If you say so. I’m fixing dinner. You coming?”

“Yes, of course! Marco, you must join us for a meal. I insist,” Vivian said warmly, before sauntering inside on her sky-high heels.

Over a sumptuous feast of roast pork and creamy Alsatian potatoes, Vivian kept the conversation light and teasing as her husband glowered impassively. But under the table, her knee brushed Marco’s thigh, sending sparks of desire through him.

“I’m so glad Hans is busy at the office tomorrow,” she sighed, refilling his wine glass. “It’s far too lovely to stay inside.”

“I, um, I have plans with some friends,” Marco stammered, Pulse quickening at her suggestive tone.

“Friends? Pooh.” Vivian waved a dismissive hand. “They’ll understand if you need to cancel. I haven’t entertained in ages…”

“Entertain? Oh, I, uh…” Marco swallowed hard.

“What sort of ‘entertaining’ were you thinking of, Vivian?” Hans asked bluntly.

“Why, I thought Marco and I could go for a lovely walk in the park,” she said innocently. “Perhaps a little picnic, if that dear boy agrees to play escort for me.”

“Sounds civilized enough,” Hans muttered, scraping back his chair. “I’m heading to my study. Holler when you need me.”

Alone now, Vivian flashed Marco a mischievous grin, dark eyes glinting. “There, that’s settled then. Come pick me up about noon. Don’t be late – you’ll have me positively aching for your strapping young company!”

Marco gulped down the rest of his wine, head reeling. What the hell had he just agreed to? One thing was certain – that scheming seductress wouldn’t let him get away without a firm, intimate embrace, a brazen grope of his hardening cock… Maybe she’d even deign to let him play in her righteous excess of rut, balls deep in the welcoming, lush heat of her most intimate folds. His were a sight to behold, her if she followed through!