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Have you ever sat and wondered just how far someone might go when their lust and inhibitions hit near zero? Would they heed their own advice, or would they simply take what they wanted? I’ve wondered this a million times, but right now I’m getting ahead of myself. So, let’s give you some backstory.
Me and this girl… I say girl, but she was quite the woman in every sense of the word. We had been quite involved in the past but a number of incidents and a sickness lead to us falling out. We sort of kept in touch here and there, but nothing to the level that we had when we were intimate. We finally started reconnecting and randomly reliving our favorite moments from our past trysts, when she had dropped a bomb on me.
At one point, her and her husband had been at my house and there had been alcohol. Short cutting this story, we were in our living room while we serviced our respective spouses orally. Apparently the comment had been made, on more than one occasion, that he was surprised she didn’t try to have some fun with me. Now, had I known that at the time, that definitely would have been a thing. But, alas, I did not, and therefore nothing did.
He knew we were in contact again and the situation was brought up again. Now, being the instigator that I am, pushed several scenarios at her to gauge her reaction and see where things may lead. None of them really seemed to phase her and she was quite receptive to everything I proposed.
So, that leads me to where I am now. Standing in their living room, undressing his wife in front of him. I’m exploring her like this is the first time I’d ever seen her perfect form. She stood, facing him, while I stood behind her, removing articles one piece at a time. I could tell by her reactions that she was nervous, lightly wincing when my hands would make contact with her smooth, bare skin.
As I unsnapped the last clasp on her bra, I ran my hands around her sides and to the bottom of her large breasts. I slowly slid my fingers under the material and grazed her already hard nipples. As I pushed the bra out, she moved her arms to let it fall to the floor. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh, getting a reminder of the size and weight. She leans back into me, a light moan escaping her lips as I massage them.
I remove my hands, sliding them down her body and lean my head slightly forward to bite her shoulder. She gasps but doesn’t move otherwise, as my hands continue down her body and hook into the edge of her panties. I deftly move my fingers in and slide down to her mound. I can feel the heat of lust radiating from her core. Her legs naturally spread as my fingertips went to her clit, already slick with juices. I spread her lips gently, using my index finger to lightly tease her as I alternated between pushing down to her already slick hole.
As I could feel her legs getting weak, I let off on the attention to her pussy. I took her panties and slowly started sliding them down, pausing momentarily to playfully bite her ass. She stepped out of them, hands crossed demurely in front of her. There was a ton of tension in the air as I stood back up, hands trailing up her legs and thighs.
My hands stopped at her hips, gripping them firmly. I could see him watching her intently and imagined the same was happening on her end. I spun her around to face me and our eyes locked. We leaned forward simultaneously and our lips met, our arms both instinctively wrapping around the other. My hands were immediately on her ass, digging into the soft flesh, trying to make our bodies one. I can’t tell you how long our lips and tongues played; it could have been seconds, yet felt like longer.
She pushed me away, her arm lightly pushing me to the couch behind me. I glanced at her husband, his eyes glued to his wife’s actions as I sat and she straddled me. She took her large, round breast with its large, puckered nipple and lifted it, pushing it towards my mouth. Her other hand took the other breast and she kept swapping them, making sure they both got plenty of attention. Several times she tried to work them both in.
I couldn’t see much of her husband, so I could only imagine the look on his face as I held his wife’s ass like it belonged to me and she gyrated her hips. Again, time seemed to stand still until she grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my chest to the cool air. She leaned down to bite my neck and then slowly started pulling away to kiss down my body. As she slid down to the floor, started fumbling with button on my pants, slowly sliding the zipper down while looking directly in my eyes.
I was very obviously fully erect as she worked my pants down. She teased me, lightly biting the shaft of my cock through my underwear. As she slid her fingers into the band of my underwear and pulled them down, my cock popped free. She admired it for several moments, almost studying it. Most of her attention was fixated on the head of my cock and the ring protruding for it. Something she’d experienced numerous times before but had not seen in several years.
There was a moment of hesitance as time seemed to stop. Still holding my underwear, she ever so slowly leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth, tongue swirling around the swollen glans. It was almost as if she had never missed a beat; like it hadn’t been over 5 years since the last time either of us had enjoyed this experience. My hand instinctively went to the back of her head, providing light pressure as my hips involuntarily pushed forward to urge her to take more of my length.
Again, the concept of time went out the window as her mouth concentrated on the length of flesh. It was my turn to study her, watching her lips purse as she slowly pulled them up and down, her hands once again continuing to work my underwear down. I groaned loudly as she sucked a little harder on the upstroke, my head leaning back as my hips came up. I came back down and made eye contact with her husband. His eyes were rather glazed over as he watched us quite intently. His hand lightly rubbed his cock through his jeans; I could see he was quite hard with his cock straining mightily against the denim.
My breathing quickened as she sucked me harder, almost like she wanted to will my load from deep within my balls. I pushed her away from the top of her head and she smirked as my cock made an audible plop as she released it from between her lovely lips. Though we had been in this situation many times, it was never with him and he was none the wiser. I wasn’t entirely sure if he could tell we were a little more acquainted with one another than we should have been.
She caught her breath and wiped her mouth, climbing up into my lap. Our lips met again as she snaked her hand between our bodies and grabbed my cock. She stroked it several times as I reached to pull her panties to the side. This was her queue to push her hips forward and rub my cock up and down the length of her slit. I could feel the wetness and the warmth eminating from within. The head of my cock parted her lips easily and she sat down fully without any sort of hesitation. We both groaned loudly and took a moment to savor the situation, her hips beginning to lightly gyrate against me. My hands went to her ass once again, my fingers beginning to dig into the flesh, spreading her ass to give her husband quite a clear view of my cock buried fully and completely in his wife.
Her head tilted back as she almost seemed to savor my modest length in her. I studied her intently, from the purse of her lips to the pucker of her lovely brown nipples mere inches from my face. My thoughts collected slightly as I watched her bouncing tit in front of me. I leaned forward and took the brown flesh between my lips, biting it roughly. She gasped ratherly loudly at the feel of my teeth and seemed to try and push more of the hard nub into my mouth.
I’ll digress for a moment here. I don’t have a good way to describe her attitude or demeanor. Proclivities. Whatever you want to call what she became during intimate moments. That person and her normal persona were quite often at odds. She was quiet and demure when it came to sexual talk the larger majority of the time. However, her imagination and thirst were just as great as anyone’s… she just hid it better. But get her going and she was nigh insatiable.
One hand went to the back of my head as she leaned forward; definitely trying to force more into my mouth. Her hips worked rhythmically, though it was in a pattern. I knew she was trying to put on a show for him; besides the obvious, I could feel her pussy leaking down my balls. I made sure to continually keep her ass spread, making sure he saw and heard his wife enjoying another man’s cock. I nursed her nipples, savoring the size of her nipple and the warmth of her flesh pushing against my face.
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