Mature Wife know what she wants

Title: “Mature Wife Knows What She Wants”

In the quiet suburbs of Germany, nestled among the neat homes and well-manicured lawns, lives a woman named Ingrid. AStay-at-home mother in her late thirties, Ingrid is a picture of domesticity – always keeping her house immaculate, cooking hearty meals for her family, and supporting her husbandMartin’s career. But behind this façade of the perfect housewife lies a secret – Ingrid is a dirty, insatiable vixen craving the touch of another man.

Her husband, Martin, is a dedicated workaholic, often away on business trips, leaving Ingrid alone and yearning for attention. She finds solace in her fantasies, imagination tingling with naughty thoughts of the young, virile men in her neighborhood. Among them, one in particular catches her eye – a handsome handyman named Hans, in his early twenties, with a chiseled body and a devilish grin.

One sunny afternoon, as Ingrid tends to her garden, Hans wanders over, his toolbelt hanging low on his hips. “Guten Tag, Ingrid,” he greets her, his voice smooth like aged whiskey. “I couldn’t help but notice your garden could use a little TLC. Fancy some free advice from a professional?”

Ingrid flushes, her heart fluttering at the mere sight of Hans. “Oh, goodness, that’s so kind of you, Hans,” she replies, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. “Please, come in and have a tea. It’s the least I can do for such a thoughtful neighbor.”

As they sit at the kitchen table, sipping fragrant chamomile, the air between them crackles with tension. Hans accidentally brushes Ingrid’s thigh with his hand, sending shivers down her spine. Emboldened by the alcoholic buzz, Ingrid allows her hand to wander, grazing Hans’ muscular arm. “You know, Hans,” she purrs, “I’ve been thinking about you quite often. Especially when I’m alone, at night, in my big, empty bed…”

Hans leans in closer, his warm breath tickling Ingrid’s ear. “Is that so, Frau Ingrid? And what exactly have you been thinking about?”

Ingrid’s heart races, her nipples hardening beneath her blouse. “I’ve been thinking about your strong hands, caressing my body,” she breathes, “Your firm lips, exploring every inch of my skin. I’ve been thinking about those tools of yours, buried deep inside me, pleasure me in ways I’ve only dreamed of…”

Hans growls, gripped by a primal instinct. In one fluid motion, he takes Ingrid into his arms, pressing her curvy body against the kitchen counter. His lips find hers, kissing her with a raw, animalistic hunger. Ingrid mewls, parting her lips to welcome Hans’ clumsy, eager tongue.

As they make out fervently, Hans’s hands roam Ingrid’s body with reckless abandon. He cups her heavy breasts, feeling her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra, begging for his touch. Ingrid grinds her hips against his bulge, reveling in the feeling of his hardness. She wants more – she wants all of him.

With trembling fingers, she unbuttons her blouse, revealing the black lace of her bra. Hans groans, burying his face between her heaving breasts. He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling. Ingrid arches her back, fisting Hans’ thick, dark hair. “Oh, yes,” she gasps, “Attack my tits, you naughty boy!”

Emboldened by her dirty talk, Hans rips off Ingrid’s bra, exposing her full, pale breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, while his hand kneads the other. Ingrid whimpers, her pussy throbbing with desire. She needs to feel Hans inside her, stretching her, filling her to the brim.

Her nimble fingers fumble with his belt, unbuckling it with trembling hands. She tugs at his jeans, struggling to pull them down over his muscular thighs. Hans kicks off his shoes, allowing Ingrid to yank down his pants and boxers in one swift motion. His thick, pulsing cock springs free, slapping against Ingrid’s belly.

Ingrid wraps her fingers around his shaft, feeling it throb in her grip. She pumps him slowly, circling her thumb over the tip, savoring the feel of his velvety skin against her palm. Hans bucks his hips, fucking her fist. “Ingrid,” he manages to gasp, “I need to be inside you. I need to fuck this cock-hungry married cunt.”

Ingrid moans, pressing her breasts against Hans’ chest. “Then fuck me, you beast!” she cries, “Ravage me with that giant, throbbing dick! Pump me full of your hot, young cum!”

Hans lifts Ingrid onto the kitchen counter, sweeping aside the teacups and saucers. He hooks his fingers into her panties, pulling them down her long, slender legs. Ingrid spreads her thighs, revealing her hairy, dripping pussy. The musky scent of her arousal fills the air, making Hans dizzy with lust.

Without further ado, he plunges his long, hard cock into her wet folds. Ingrid screams in ecstasy, throwing her head back against the kitchen cupboard. Hans piston his hips, slamming into her again and again, his heavy sack slapping against her ass with each thrust. “Oh, fuck!” Ingrid shrieks, “You’re so fucking deep! I can feel you in my fucking womb!”

Hans growls, hammering into Ingrid’s pussy with a feral abandon. Her slick walls clench around him, pulling him in deeper. “Take it, you filthy German housewife,” he snarls, “Take my fucking cock! I’m going to pump you full of my hot, fertile spunk!”

Ingrid thrashes on the kitchen counter, her nails raking down Hans’ muscular back. Her orgasm builds rapidly, a searing heat spreading from her core. “Yes, Hans,” she gasps, “Fuck me harder! I’m going to cum on your thick, young cock!”

With a final, powerful thrust, Hans buries himself to the hilt in Ingrid’s cunt. He explodes, shooting thick ropes of hot cum deep into her womb. The sensation sends Ingrid over the edge, her pussy spasming and cumming violently on Hans’ still-hard cock. She screams, thrashing and writhing in sheer bliss, her eyes rolling back in her head.

As they come down from their respective highs, Hans stays buried inside Ingrid, savoring the feel of her twitching pussy. “Ingrid,” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, “That was incredible. I’ve never felt so alive.”

Ingrid smiles, wrapping her arms around Hans’ broad shoulders. “Oh, Hans,” she whispers, “That was just a small preview of things to come. You haven’t seen anything yet.”