UK Phone Sex with a horny housewife

The exhibitionist housewife (Part 14)

"Squat for me," Bill said. She squatted, tottering on her high heels. She saw the camera pointing at her crotch and she spread her legs, and the camera clicked away as globs of a stranger's sperm emerged from her slit, hanging in long, sticky threads, to puddle on the ground. She stood up.

   "Do you have something I can wipe off with?" she asked.

   "No, baby, you have to wear it." She pulled her skirt down.

   "Oh, god, Bill," she cried, "I'm such a slut, a goddamned slut."

   "Yes baby, you are," he replied, "but a hot slut."

   Bill let her button only the bottom three buttons of her blouse, and her breasts were clearly visible as they walked back to the cars. She sat in the front seat of her car, and Bill stood in the open doorway; there was nobody around. He pulled his erect cock out of his fly and she locked her mouth around the head of it. She held her hands on his ass, pulling him toward her, and he held her head and slowly pumped into her sucking mouth, and she let out an audible groan as his hot sperm filled her mouth, and she swallowed it all. She looked up at him and he got another picture of her with his cock in her mouth.

   That night she downloaded another dozen pictures. She masturbated again as she looked at them. Then she created folders, and labeled them with the date, to store them in. She read his message.

   "Pick me up tomorrow at 1234 Greenbrook Way. Same time. I bought you a dress to wear. By the way, go to the 'Exhibitionist' group. Look in the new folder, 'Sandra'."

   "Oh, no," she thought. She went to the group and opened the folder. There she was, pictures from both days, her face clearly visible as she flashed, sucked cock and fucked a stranger. She fired off an email.

   "Bill, you've got to get those off of there or at least hide my face. What if somebody I know sees them?' He wrote right back

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