Hairy Mature Wife Fucked Doggystyle in Pussy & Ass Homemade

Jessica stood at the kitchen counter, chopping onions for spaghetti sauce. The radio played some old country tune low in the background. At 54, her dark hair had streaks of gray, and she wore an old tank top and yoga pants that had seen better days. Nicholas came in from the garage, wiping grease off his hands with a rag. He was still in his work boots, jeans sagging a bit from the day.

“Hey, smells good already,” he said, coming up behind her.

She smirked without turning. “You’re just hungry. Dinner’s not even close.”

His hands slid around her waist anyway. Rough fingers from years of manual labor pressed against her soft belly. Jessica leaned back into him a little, feeling the familiar bulge in his jeans.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he muttered against her ear.

She laughed quietly. “Kids are at their friend’s till eight. But the windows are open. Neighbors might hear.”

Nicholas didn’t answer with words. He just ground against her ass slowly. Jessica’s breath hitched. The knife paused mid-chop.

“Nick…” she started, but her voice trailed off when his hand slipped under her tank top, cupping one heavy breast. No bra today—just soft, sagging tits with dark nipples already stiffening.

He pinched lightly. “You want me to stop?”

She set the knife down. “Fuck no.”

He spun her around. Their mouths crashed together, sloppy and urgent. Tongues sliding, tasting coffee and the faint beer from his lunch break. Jessica’s hands fumbled with his belt while he yanked her yoga pants down. They bunched at her knees.

She wasn’t shaved. Thick dark hair covered her mound, trailing up her belly a little. Nicholas groaned when his fingers pushed through the curls, finding her already wet.

“Goddamn, you’re soaked,” he said, voice rough.

Jessica kicked off the pants completely. “Been wet since you texted me that pic at lunch.”

He grinned, pushing her back against the counter. The edge dug into her ass. She spread her legs wider. Nicholas dropped to his knees right there on the tile floor.

His face buried between her thighs. Tongue flat against her hairy slit, lapping up the taste. Jessica grabbed his hair, hips jerking forward. The wet sucking sounds mixed with the sizzle of sauce on the stove.

“Fuck, right there,” she gasped.

He ate her like he was starving. Fingers spreading her lips, tongue flicking her clit through the hair. Jessica’s legs shook. She had to brace on the counter.

After a minute she pulled him up. “Enough. I need your cock.”

Nicholas stood, pants shoved down. His dick sprang free—thick, veiny, already leaking at the tip. Jessica turned around, bending over the counter. Ass up, hairy pussy and dark asshole on full display.

He rubbed the head along her slit first. Coating himself in her juices. Then he pushed in slow. One long thrust until his balls pressed against her.

Jessica moaned loud. “Shit, yes. Fuck me hard.”

Nicholas gripped her hips. Started pounding. Skin slapped against skin. The counter rattled. Sauce bubbled behind them, forgotten.

Her tits swung with each thrust. Sweat beaded on her back. Nicholas reached around, rubbing her clit while he fucked her pussy deep.

“God, your cunt’s gripping me,” he grunted.

Jessica pushed back to meet him. “Harder. Make me cum.”

He sped up. Balls slapping her clit. The wet squelch filled the kitchen. Jessica’s moans got louder, less controlled.

She came first. Body shaking, pussy pulsing around his cock. “Fuck—I’m cumming!”

Nicholas didn’t stop. Kept slamming through her orgasm. When she finished trembling, he pulled out slow. His dick glistened with her cream.

“Now the other hole,” he said, voice thick.

Jessica looked back over her shoulder. “You got lube?”

He grabbed the olive oil bottle from the counter. Poured some on his fingers, then smeared it over her asshole. The dark ring was hairy too, puckered tight.

He worked one finger in. Jessica hissed, then relaxed. “Slow at first.”

He added a second. Scissored gently. She rocked back, getting used to it.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Do it.”

Nicholas lined up. Pressed the head against her ass. Pushed steady. The head popped past the ring. Jessica groaned deep.

“Fuck, it’s big,” she panted.

He held still a second, letting her adjust. Then sank deeper. Inch by inch until his hips met her ass cheeks.

Both holes stretched now—one just used, still dripping, the other gripping his cock tight.

He started thrusting. Slow at first, then building. Jessica braced harder on the counter. Her hair fell in her face, sweaty strands sticking.

“Goddamn, your ass feels good,” he growled.

“Fuck both my holes, baby,” she begged. “Switch if you want.”

He pulled out of her ass. Slammed back into her pussy a few times. The contrast made her moan louder. Then back to her ass. Alternating now—pussy, ass, pussy, ass.

Each switch made sloppy wet sounds. Oil and her juices mixed, dripping down her thighs.

Jessica reached back, rubbing her clit furiously. “I’m gonna cum again. Don’t stop.”

Nicholas pounded her ass hard. Balls tight. “Gonna fill your ass.”

She came hard. Ass clenching around him. That pushed him over.

He buried deep in her ass and unloaded. Thick spurts flooding her. Groaning loud.

They stayed like that a moment. Breathing heavy. His cock softened slowly inside her.

He pulled out with a wet pop. Cum leaked from her stretched asshole, mixing with the mess from her pussy.

Jessica straightened up slowly. Legs shaky. She pulled her pants back up, not bothering to clean yet.

Nicholas tucked himself away. “Sauce is probably burning.”

She laughed breathlessly. “Shit, yeah.”

She turned off the burner. Stirred the pot. Nicholas came up behind her again, softer this time. Kissed her neck.

“Love you, Jess.”

“Love you too, old man.”

They plated dinner like nothing happened. But the kitchen still smelled like sex, oil, and garlic. The windows stayed open. Neighbors probably heard everything.