A knock on the door woke me from my Sunday afternoon nap. My wife wasn’t supposed to be home for another six hours, and a nap was a damn thing to interrupt when I had the whole house to my lonesome.
“Jackie!” a woman’s voice yelled through the door. It was my wife’s friend Brenda. Jackie wasn’t my wife, it’s what she called me–though I much preferred Jack–but she says it like she wants me to be one of the girls.
“Hi Jackie, I know you’re in there!” she yelled. Brenda was pretty obnoxious, like a lot of my wife’s friends. They make her happy, though, so I do try to be patient with them. I know my wife knows how I feel, even though I always lie and tell her how much I enjoy their company.
That was only partly a lie, because what my wife’s friends lacked in social charms, they made up for in looks. These women–my wife included–were knockouts, each and every one of them. They all looked their age, more or less–we’re in our late 30s and 40s–which made their sex appeal all the more alluring.
I went to the door and opened it as quickly as I could to keep her from yelling. “Hi Brenda, what’s up? You know Jill’s out of town, right?”
“Yeah, I know, sweetie, I wanted to drop by and say hi!” Brenda walked right in past me without being invited. It wasn’t so unusual, we all walked in and out of each other’s houses all the time.
She was wearing a light jacket over what looked to be a dress, though I couldn’t quite tell because she walked past me to the fridge and started rooting around for something to drink. She came back with a bottle of wine (white), and a small glass for herself.
“Help yourself, Brenda,” I said, sitting on the couch. “How was your weekend?”
“Okay,” she said with a little pout, sitting herself in an armchair across from me. “I had no one to keep me company though.” And with that she dropped her coat to reveal a short red dress of some stretchy material, absolutely clinging to her curvy body. She poured herself a glass of wine.
“Brenda, what are you doing?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” she said, further distorting her face to mimic a bimbo. Brenda may have been loud and annoying, but a bimbo she was not.
“Seriously, did Jill put you up to this?”
“I haven’t talked to Jill about this,” she said, now looking sneaky. She changed tactics quickly, but not deftly.
“You just thought you would show up in THAT dress–are you not wearing a bra?” Brenda didn’t have huge tits, but they did fit her frame nicely. They were big enough to be noticeable, but small enough to still have some lift under them.
“Did I forget? Oh no, can you really tell?” Brenda said, now just openly playing with her tits right in front of me.
I decided to play along a little. “Gosh, now that I look a little closer Brenda, I wonder if you’re even wearing knickers!”
“What?! Jackie, you’re not supposed to be looking there,” she said, turning her backside to me and rubbing up and down her ass. With each stroke up she lifted her dress a little more, a little more, until I could see her pussy lips peeking out from between her thighs.
When I saw that I applauded. “Brava, Brenda!” I clapped and laughed. “What did I do to deserve this?” It was all so ridiculous but I really did appreciate the performance.
“Jack!” A voice yelled from the kitchen. It was Jill, my wife.
“Honey?” I stood but glanced at Brenda, who was now pulling her dress down and looking a little embarrassed.
Jill came around the corner quickly and with purpose. “You son of a bitch, you were supposed to be a LITTLE tempted!”
I wrapped her in my arms and lifted her to my height. “You set me up?” I asked in her ear.
“It was a sexy setup! I knew you wouldn’t really fuck Brenda.”
“You don’t trust me?” I asked her, still holding her little body in my arms.
“Honeeeeey,” she pleaded into my ear. I had seen through her little ruse, though that was probably due more to Brenda’s bad acting than Jill’s plan. Still, she needed to be punished a little bit.
I put her feet back on the ground and took her hands in mine. As quick as I could, I spun her around and pinned her wrists behind her back. She was facing the couch and I gently put her on her knees, facing the back cushions.
“You should trust me, my love,” and with that, I delivered a SMACK! on her ample ass. She was wearing yoga pants (like she usually does on planes), which don’t provide much protection. I knew her limits, though, and we weren’t close.
“Oh, yeah babe,” my wife said back to me. “I’m sorry.”
SMACK! I spanked her again. SMACK! Then I rubbed her right cheek, making sure to caress her crack, which elicited a coo from Jill’s mouth.
“Oh wow,” Brenda said. It startled both of us, but when Jill started to get up I held her in place. “Don’t stop on my account,” she said, drinking more wine from her glass.
Jill didn’t try to move again, but turned her head and speak directly to Brenda. “How much wine have you had?”
“I had a couple at my house first,” she said, and saw our faces. “To get my nerve up! Hey, I just showed him my pussy!”
Jill laughed at that until I SMACKED! her again. Then I grabbed the top of her yoga pants and peeled them down to her knees. Her thong, her sexy thong, still remained. I gave her one last little whack and Jill laughed a little, but now looked at me with lust in her eyes.
“Ok, here we go,” Brenda said, sitting down with one leg propped up, she hiked her dress up to her waist and starting playing with her pussy. She was behind us but I turned my head around a few times to watch her.
“Honey,” Jill said and thrust her ass out to me to get my attention back.
“You’re a bad girl,” I said, almost in a trance. I shucked my pants and underwear as fast as I could and took my hard cock in my hand. I smacked her pussy from below a couple times, trying to hit her clit.
“MMMmmmm, okay we’re doing this, baby,” she gasped, and pulled her thong to the side to reveal her wet slit to me (ad Brenda).
I didn’t care for foreplay–bad girls get spanked for foreplay. I wet the head of my dick in her pussy and thrust into her, going balls deep in one thrust. I’d released her wrists and grabbed her waist to begin railing my wife like I hadn’t seen her in two whole days.
“Oh, shit,” I heard from behind me, then the sound of slick masturbation. I didn’t turn around again, it was pretty hot to hear it at all.
“Yeah, baby,” my wife egged me on. I slammed into her cunt, making contact with her cushiony ass on each pounding I gave her.
“FUCK I’m gonna cum baby,” I cried out. I hadn’t seen her in two days! And she left me a honey-do list so I didn’t masturbate.
“Yeah baby, cum in me, cum in my pussy,” she yelled back at me.
“Here I cum babe,” I cried and thrust deep as I came, holding her body close to me as I did. I don’t know why I did that, I usually keep thrusting, but this time I didn’t and it felt great, like I could feel the walls of her pussy envelop my cock as it swelled and delivered my cum into her.
I heard a small cry out of Brenda, maybe she just came too. Jill didn’t, I knew, but she was a bad girl, right? I was getting a little light headed after my orgasm and sat on the couch next to my wife. Jill, ever the attentive lover, stuck her ass in the air and leaned over to suck our combined juices off my cock.
I could now see Brenda clearly, who hadn’t stopped playing with herself, approaching another orgasm, but this one didn’t make a single sound, she just let her jaw drop and her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
Jill finished up and kissed me long, hard and with a lot of tongue. She then turned to her friend. “Brenda, you staying for dinner?”
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