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Saturday mature women nude photos began with a room service breakfast while we got showered and dressed for the Cardinals game. There’s nothing like a Cardinals game …the sounds of the vendors, the taste of a Hunters hot dog that’s been cooked on a flat griddle, the beer, and the atmosphere.

The Cards won the game, which they always seem to do when we’re in town for a game. We walked back to the room to freshen up a bit for dinner. I filed that away for later use. We could see in to the rooms over there, which meant that it was a pretty good bet that the folks there could see into the rooms at the Adams Mark.

My wife was more conservatively dressed than the night before … a blue silk sunning suit and sneakers. As usual, that was all we had on. I again wore a pair of jeans and a polo. We were over by the fudge shop when I noticed that the mature women zipper of her jogging suit top kept creeping down.

We had decided to take a cab to Union Station and grab a steak at Dierdorf and Hart’s. With the curtains open, we noticed that there was another hotel directly behind ours … a Holiday Inn, I believe. I’d ask what was up with her, and she’d just grin a little wider and shake her head. "Whatever do you mean?

" she said, batting her eyes innocently. As we walked through Union Station looking at the various shops, I noticed my wife grinning from time to time. There was definitely something going on I needed to know about, so I cornered her in the next shop we went in to.

Between her breasts hung a tether. " "There’s something going on here that you’re not telling me. "I don’t know if this was a good idea or not. Spill it," I said in my most demanding voice. The loops were strung over her long pink nipples. I could see her problem. On each end was a chain, and each chain held a loop.

This is driving me crazy," she said in a husky whisper. The chains were holding her nipples taut, and the silk suit rubbing against them was making her quite hot and bothered. I looked around the shop. But the waistband on the pants made it impossible for her to get to anything else. "Squat down, like you’re looking at something on the bottom shelf," I said. I then slid my hand into the back of her pants and reached under her.

With a jogging suit on, she was stuck. It was a small shop with a lot of knickknacks in it. " She replied unzipping the top of the jogging suit to her navel and pulling it open. " I did, for just a bit. "Oh, yeah," she said under her breath.

Enough to get her interested, but not enough to get her in as bad of a way as she had been the night before. "It was just getting good. She bent down, and I bent down with her. " I looked at her and grinned like the cat that’d just eaten the canary. We decided to grab a cab and head back to our hotel.

"Let’s sexy middle aged women go get a steak. The cabbie was younger than I expected. At that time the cabs in St Louis were open … nothing but a seatback separated the driver from the passenger. Thinking back with todays experiences, he seemed more like an Uber driver.

Night was starting to fall, but there was still some sunlight coming in. We were kissing in the back of the cab from the minute the door closed. " After dinner and a few glasses of wine, we walked around by the Hilton at Union Station. I unzipped her top and tugged on the chain. In response, she unzipped her top completely and opened it wide to give me access.

Apparently the cabbie had been watching the rear view instead of the road and had almost rear-ended someone in traffic. As I was working over her nipples the cab jerked to a stop. I began to roll it while switching from nipple to nipple. He apologized, but I didn’t slow down. I slid a hand down the front of her pants and found what I was looking for immediately.

Her clit was so swollen you couldn’t miss it. My finger slid in easily. A strangers hand on her body and my finger flicking across her clit was all it took. To make it up, I held my wife’s arms back in kind of a double-hammerlock and told him to give those long nipples a pull. She growled fiercely and came against my hand while the cabbie pawed at her tits.

He reached over the seat and began feeling her tits while I snuck a hand back down her pants. "On me, man, " said the cabbie. My wife gave him one more feel for a tip, rubbed his cock through his pants, and then zipped up the suit. When we pulled into the entrance lane for the Adams Mark I reached for my wallet.

The goal was to make her have her first orgasm right there in the cab, but the cabbie announced that the Adams Mark was coming up after the next light. "Let’s go over to the pool for a dip," she said. I think he was as disappointed as she was. I thought that was an outstanding idea. We put down our towels and went for a quick dip.

She put on a white two-piece and I grabbed my trunks. The pool was fairly crowded, but most of the people were by the pool rather than in it. The water was cool, but felt good after the goings on in the cab. On the way, she said rather casually, "Well, I got mine after dinner. The light had been green for a few seconds before the cab started moving again.

Then we walked back to the room. We were on the same floor as the pool, which is the seventeenth or eighteenth floor if I remember correctly. You need to get yours before bed. We swam and splashed around until the pool closed. " The wet bathing suits came off as soon as we were in, and we toweled each other off.

It looked to be a man and a woman, and they were on their way out when they saw us. That’s when I noticed two things … our window was open, and someone was in the room opposite and above us at the other hotel. "There are people over there watching us," I said to my wife. She looked beside my shoulder and saw them sitting in the dark.

"Let’s give them a show. " She looked up at me and grinned. I lay there for a second, then she climbed on top of me for a session of 69, something we don’t do very often. She was putting on quite a show for our audience, elaborately licking my cock and bobbing on it with abandon.

I felt like we were the stars of the peep show. I was facing the window nude mature Women pics, and while my wife dried my back, I watched him walk back into the room and turn off the light. The couple across the way had paid their money, now we were on. I could see their faces in the ambient light of downtown St Louis. Then she pulled me backwards, and I fell flat on my back on the bed.

All of the teasing I had done to her the night before came back to me in that blowjob. I could’ve cum in 5 minutes, but she kept edging me for a good half an hour. Every so often I’d cut my eyes toward the window. Soon the woman joined him sitting on the side of their bed in the darkness of their, looking into our window.

When she decided she’d had all the 69 her shoulders could take, she stood up and stretched, full on toward the window, like a cat in the sunshine. I was the one getting the blowjob. My wife’s mouth was made for oral sex. The other couple just sat there, watching intently. They made no move to start something on their own.

Then she knelt down at the edge of the bed and gave me the most tremendous blowjob she’d given me in a long time. Then, when she thought I’d cooled down enough. She knows that a woman’s most potent sex organ is her tongue, and she uses it like no one I’ve ever experienced. As my cock twitched under her, she’d suck it into her mouth and loll the head around with that marvelous tongue.

They seemed content to take in the show. She would start kissing and licking from a spot under my balls all the way up to the tip of my cock. No word were exchanged. She would take me right to the edge, and then drop my cock completely and lavish attention on my balls. With that, she pointed my cock straight up at the ceiling and began licking as if it were a Popsicle.

On about the fourth or fifth lick, I went over the edge. She repeated this cycle of tease and denial until I was insane with lust for her. She went back down on me, and I started fucking her mouth for all I was worth. Just a look between us. Cum shot straight out like a fountain, hosing both of us down.

Frankly, its wonder I ever got her pregnant. She had turned my body into one huge sex organ. "They’re still just sitting there," she said matter of factly. She stood up, stretched again, and walked over to the window to give the couple next door a good look while I lay there trying to recover.

" She reached for the cord to draw the curtain. I can only imagine what they thought as mature women she waved to them. "I wonder if we bored them. Every nerve ending was alive. We barely woke up in time for Sunday Brunch, and were a bit bleary eyed as we ate. But we needed to get home.

As the rush subsided, I lay in the bed completely spent. As soon as we were outside of the downtown area she was nude. By this time it was late. She put the seat all the way back, propped her bare feet up on the dashboard, and slept all the way home. As I watched the sunlight streaming through the moon roof play over her body, I figured I was better off missing the game.

As it closed, I watched her wave good-bye to the couple next door. It was going to be another beautiful day, and I’d have loved to have gone to the afternoon ballgame.

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