The next morning I was more nervous than I’d ever been in my life when I walked to the kitchen for breakfast. I’d just been blown by my wife’s oldest friend and watched her masturbate, naked, in my back yard. She’d said we’d keep it between us but I wasn’t sure.
My wife and her friend were sitting at the table and from the look on my wife’s face it was obvious she was hung over. She was drinking coffee and I saw the bottle of aspirin out on the counter. Her friend looked amazing sitting at the end of the table in a thick, light green robe that perfectly accented her red-tinted hair and pale skin. Her hair was tousled and she looked like she had just rolled out of bed.
My wife kissed me good morning and continued their conversation as I poured a cup of coffee. My nerves calmed as I realized her friend had kept our little encounter to herself. My wife complained that she was hungry and thought that a cheeseburger and fries from our favorite spot would be perfect. She picked up her phone and within a few minutes had an order placed for us. The restaurant is across town so I got up to get my keys to head out for the half hour drive to get there but she stopped me and said she’d go because she needed to pick up a few things from a nearby store. Her friend bowed out, saying she wanted to get a shower and get ready for their day.
My wife grabbed her purse, gave me a quick kiss, and headed out the door. I got up to get another cup of coffee and as I heard the garage door closing her friend cleared her throat and said I needed to hurry. When I turned around I saw she had opened up her robe and was completely naked underneath.
She cleared the cups away from the end of the table and hopped up on it. I wasted no time walking over and started to pull my shorts down to free my cock when she stopped me. She informed me, yet again, that there was no way she was going to fuck her best friend’s husband. She wanted me to return the previous night’s favor.
I was disappointed but wasted no time getting on my knees in front of her. This put me at the perfect height to grab her tight ass and bury my face in her pussy. Her scent and taste were amazing and my erection bordered on painful. I worked my tongue into her and then around her clit and she responded by pushing her mound back against my face. She took control then, grabbing my head and directing where I should touch and lick her, how hard or soft, and how fast or slow. She was soaking wet and her juices flowed into my mouth and down my chin.
She moaned and told me to insert two fingers and work them firmly and quickly into her and up towards her belly button. I did as instructed and she was soon shaking and telling me she was getting close. I could feel her pussy tightening around my fingers and it suddenly spasmed, gripping them like a vice. At the same time her left leg flew out to the side and started shaking and I could see her abs contracting. She came then, loudly, and continued to shake and moan as I gently flicked my tongue across her clit. She had one more small full-body shake and then pushed my head away.
I stood up and my cock was straining against my shorts. She worked herself into a sitting position at the edge of the table and told me to come closer. She leaned forward and kissed me passionately and then reiterated her previous statement about not fucking me. With that, she pulled my shorts down enough to free my cock.
She grabbed my shaft in her hand and pulled me in towards her soaking wet pussy and I thought she had changed her mind. She told me to stop moving once the head of my cock was touching her slit and then whispered very quietly that she was not going to fuck her best friend’s husband. She then took my cock and rubbed the head between her labia, coating it with her juices. She used that as a lubricant and started to jerk me off.
I stood there at my kitchen table with my shorts around my thighs, between my wife’s best friend’s legs, and watched in awe as she expertly stroked my cock less than an inch from her soaking wet pussy. I could tell I was close and let her know but she didn’t stop and instead aimed my cock directly at her pussy. I closed my eyes and came even harder than the night before and when I opened them I could see my cum on her lower abdomen, in her pubic hair, and coating the outside of her pussy.
She still had a grip on my cock and wiped the remaining cum from it between her labia and then used her other hand to rub the rest of it into her skin. She scooped up some of the cum with two of her fingers and brought them to her lips to clean them off. We heard the garage door opening at that moment and she scrambled up, closed her robe tightly, and hurried to her room.
Luckily her robe and absorbed any evidence of our activity but I had a wet spot on my shorts. I turned around to the sink and began doing dishes as I heard the back door open and my wife come in. I made sure to splash water all over my shirt and shorts before turning around to greet her.
She walked over and gave me a kiss and I had a moment of panic that she would taste her friend on my lips but she just made a comment about me needing to brush my teeth after all the coffee and turned back to the table to eat the lunch she’d picked up. Her friend came in at that point and my wife commented that she was still in her robe. Her friend told my wife that she’d had a call from home when she got upstairs and hadn’t had a chance to get in the shower yet.
During lunch her friend reached across with her foot under the table and rubbed my crotch. My wife was thankfully oblivious to this and after eating the two of them went to get ready for their afternoon. They’d planned a shopping excursion and would be gone until early evening. They decided that they would skip the bars that night and have drinks by the fire pit.
I was distracted all day thinking about what had happened and wondering if I’d have another encounter with her friend before she left the next day.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/n7rfyu/mf_our_weekend_guest_pt_2
Excellent!