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Last week, we had the house all to ourselves after a night out. We sat on the sofa, playfully teasing each other. It had been a while since we last had sex, so the desire to make love or receive a passionate blowjob was burning inside me.

Even after 13 years together, I still craved her. Now in her early thirties and having given birth to two children, she maintained her stunning figure and alluring weight. Her face, to me, was simply captivating.

Caressing her tenderly, I began to undress her slowly, my hands teasing her upper inner thigh. We often engaged in role play and dirty talk, usually resulting in a few of our favorite scenarios. However, this time, it took an unexpected turn.

While I sensually teased her panties, massaging her sweet pussy lips, she suddenly began speaking in a demanding tone. In a swift motion, she ripped off my pants, ordering me to show her my substantial, hard cock. I was taken aback for a moment since she had never mentioned its size during our intimate moments. Trying to ease the tension, I cracked a joke, playfully mentioning that I wasn’t her well-endowed ex.

But she looked deeply into my eyes, moaning as I continued to tantalize her, and in the sexiest voice, she suggested we play another game.

Taking gentle control, she guided the tip of my rock-hard cock over her glistening pussy, instructing me to tell her, out loud, that she couldn’t have me and that she didn’t deserve my impressive member inside her inviting depths.

Intrigued by this thrilling game, I willingly played along. With each passing minute, she grew wetter and louder, even pinching her nipples (something she only did when overcome with desire). Urgently, she pushed her slick, wet sex onto my lap, attempting to ride me. The more I resisted, the harder she pressed, turning this into an exhilarating game. But it left me wondering why she had never suggested it before. Unable to hold back my curiosity any longer, I blurted out the question:

Me: “Do you enjoy playing this game, honey?”
Her: “Yes! I’ve always loved it, babe. Please, please, now it’s time to put that glorious cock inside me. Don’t talk, just fuck me hard!”

I couldn’t ignore her passionate plea, even if her first order was not to fuck her. I relished in this exciting game and decided to continue the conversation:

Me: “You’ve always liked this game? I can’t recall ever playing it. So, who was the lucky guy you played it with before?” (said in a teasing manner)

She bit her lip, narrowed her eyes with confidence, and replied:

Her: “My well-endowed ex, the one you mentioned earlier. Do you think you can handle it?”
Me: “You believe I can do just as good a job as he could? You keep mentioning his size. I know he had a big dick, so spill it. Tell me if I’m big enough to live up to the task of satisfying you with ‘my big fat cock’ and ‘fucking you hard.'”

The game was incredibly enjoyable, and her pussy was wetter than it had been in ages.

Her: “Give it your best, boy, and I’ll let you know once the job is done. Then, you will have won the game and can claim your prize!” (which was a blowjob)
Me: “I’ll do my best, otherwise, we can always ask him to finish the job.” (we both laughed)

Unable to withstand any longer, I thrust my cock into her drenched hole, fucking her relentlessly. She moaned and screamed, urging me to go harder, deeper. She gripped my balls, squeezing and pulling them with an intensity she had never displayed before. As she climaxed, her screams filled the room, and she trembled with pleasure, making me wonder if this was her most powerful orgasm yet.

After she had cooled down, I slowly began to stroke my throbbing cock, eagerly anticipating my well-earned reward. Her blowjobs were at all times a welcomed delight, and it had been too long since I had savored one. There was no doubt in my mind that I would finally receive it.

Me: “So, umm, I suppose I won the first prize—a nice sloppy blowjob as we go?”
She burst into laughter.

Her: “Nah, I think Steven won the initial prize, but you’re a close second. So, I’ll give you a handjob instead.” (she winked)
Me (still in the game, fully immersed): “You know what, I don’t care. Just pretend I’m him and go for it. I need my cock in your throat.”

She looked at me, pushed me onto my back, and started licking my balls.

Her: “Oh, Steven, your balls are incredibly salty and delicious. I love that taste so much! I’m so glad you won instead of my loser fiancé.”

Now, let me pleasure that magnificent cock of yours. I’ve missed it for so many years.

Me: “Good God, babe, you truly are an enticing tease. Please, go ahead!”

She eagerly sucked and slurped my entire shaft, pulling hard on my balls. With moans of pleasure, she whispered:

Her: “Please, Steven, fill my mouth with that big fat cock of yours!”

I couldn’t hold back for much longer and released my load into her throat within seconds.

That evening opened the door to a whole new world of role-playing games, adding excitement to our intimate repertoire. There is something incredibly arousing about pretending to be someone else, especially when it’s someone with whom we distribute a close connection. The mixture of emotions I felt about this particular roleplay made it even hotter and more realistic than any game we had ever played. I had been accustomed to it for a while, and I must admit, I liked it a lot.

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