This is a sweet story. It’s a few years down the track. You and I don’t play anymore, but we chat. We’re friends.
I have to visit your city. So, like friends do, you invite me over to dinner at your place.
Your family is beautiful. The children love me, their new silly friend and we play hide and seek, sing funny songs.
They ask for me to read them a bedtime story, but you say you’ll do it. Your wife and I are left to chat and drink wine. Next to her I’m a giant, a big awkward mass of giggles and curves and curls. She’s controlled, confident. It’s incredibly hot. I might tell her that, she makes me nervous.
She laughs at me and says, “He told me you were funny and smart”.
I can’t help myself, “I bet he didn’t tell you how pretty I was.” I’m laughing and I hope that conceals my blush.
“No. But he should have.”
The laughing stops and we are making out like teenagers. I pull her towards me and she’s on my lap. Her fingers get caught in my curls, and she tugs a bit too hard and I gasp with pleasure.
We look at each other, knowing. Our kisses intensify and I’m taking off her shirt and bra, kissing, licking and nibbling. Her pants under her skirt are starting to dampen. I put her on the couch, and move to kneel in front of her.
When you come back into the room, I’m face down in your wife’s cunt. She’s grabbing the back of the couch, thrusting forward into my mouth. I reach up and twist her nipple lightly.
You watch us for a while, feeling your cock get bigger. You cough gently and we pause.
She looks up at you, with clear determination. Today she’s the queen and she tells you, “She can play. Make her happy”
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