[FM] When his spouse gets home during the mid-morning hookup

The convenient thing about having a FWB who works second shift (while my schedule varies each week) is that we have plenty of mornings free to fuck for several hours at a time. That’s what was on the agenda this particular morning, as I showered and decided what to wear. I knew it would be a skirt or dress, of course, because I like to make sure everything is easy access… I get what I want faster that way. Eventually I settled on a simple, very low-cut black dress and my trusty little kitten heels. I wore my favorite bra, too, a deep red, front-clasping one that makes my ample cleavage look even more spectacular, and a pair of pink lacy panties.

I don’t usually wear underwear when we get together like this; honestly, why bother? But today I needed them, since the day previous a fun new toy had come in the mail: a small, perfectly shaped clitoral vibrator that I could press into place and have my panties hold it snug and secure. I toyed with myself for a few minutes while I waited for him to pick me up, testing all the various settings. It’s a wonderful little piece of technology.

He picked me up in the sexy car, and I had the vibrator on and set to a steady, if teasing, pulsing rhythm. My hands started wandering first, because it’s just so much fun to grab his cock through his pants while he’s driving, get him worked up. Of course, I was also getting myself worked up, the vibrator buzzing away at my clit, making it hard for me not to squirm where I sat. I didn’t mention it to him, but I knew I didn’t need to; sure enough, maybe a few minutes later, his hand wandered to my cunt.

“Oh,” he said, grinning. “Well then. Is this the new one?”

“Mmhmm,” I said, as he felt around it. I showed him where the button was to change the setting and he went through a couple of them, settling on a much more intense speed and rhythm than what I had chosen initially. I groaned a little and squirmed some more.

“You gonna make it over there?” he asked, still grinning.

“Maybe,” I said, while he groped one of my tits. Every little bump we hit, every time he revved the engine… it’s only a fifteen, twenty minute drive, but my god, it felt like eternity. Exquisite, torturous eternity.

By the time we reached his place, my panties were truly soaked and I was aching for it. His hands were all over me as soon as we were in the door… and since the door was handy, that’s what I ended pushed up against.

This door is fun. It has a fairly large frosted glass window, with clear glass nearer the center, and when you’re being pushed up against it and fucked from behind, you can see outside easily.

He didn’t waste any time, pulling aside my panties and slamming into me, which felt fucking perfect. “Oh fuck yes,” I groaned and he slammed into me again.

“Such a little slut,” he told me. “Posting stories about us online and sexting strangers… you just can’t get enough dick, can you?”

“Never,” I said through a gasp. Since he hadn’t moved my panties much my vibrator was still pressed against my clit while he took me, leaving me a mess of sensation; I was barely able to understand what he was saying let alone reply much. It felt like heaven. Through the window I noticed idly that it was apparently garbage collection day for his neighborhood, and wondered if the workers could see what was happening not that far from them… he doesn’t have a very large front lawn. Maybe next time he’d take me up against the screen door, then they’d definitely be able to see, maybe even hear me moan…

It was too much. I came so hard I heard ringing in my ears, and when he pulled out I nearly fell over, having to grab onto the door for support. The vibrator did fall out of place at that point, and I picked it up and turned it off, legs a little wobbly. I was still wearing my heels at this point, which also didn’t help.

“Having a little trouble standing?” he asked, just a touch smug, but then, he’d earned it.

“Apparently.” My solution to this problem was to drop to my knees and start sucking his cock hungrily; it seemed to work for both of us. I have a lot of fun blowing him, I can’t lie; watching his face when I swallow his cock all the way down my throat never gets old.

“Fuck,” he said, pulling me up off my knees and pushing me into the bedroom, where we hurried to the bed. He fucked me hard for a while with my legs straight up in the air, but then he started teasing, only giving me the tip of his dick while I struggled for more.

“You can decide how deep you get it when you’re riding me,” he said with another shallow thrust. “Until then, just the tip.” Another tantalizingly quick stroke.

I groaned. “Then you need to get on your back.”

I could ride his dick for days, to be fair. As much as I like being used, grinding on and using him exactly the way I want has its perks too, like letting me settle into the perfect angle and rhythm to fuck myself into another orgasm on his incredible cock.

“How many times are you going to come on my cock today,” he murmured as I jerked and shuddered on top of him.

“At least a couple,” I managed, taking a second to catch my breath—but that didn’t last long, because he took the opportunity to reposition us and start fucking me hard doggystyle. He pulled my hair, my hips matching his rhythm to help fuck myself on his cock, because yeah, he was definitely right earlier. I can’t get enough dick, especially this dick.

He came hard inside me, thrusting a few more times as I worked him with my cunt, clenching it around him, enjoying how he groaned as he finished. We separated and spent a couple minutes chatting idly and regrouping, and then he decided he wanted a snack.

His head was comfortably between my thighs when my text alert went off (we always have to keep a phone nearby to check the time, because if we don’t we’re liable to just keep fucking well past when we should be getting ready to leave) and I could see from the angle my phone was at that it was from his spouse, which I told him.

“What’s it say?” he asked, in between teasing little licks around my clit.

“Huh, out of work for a couple hours, wanted to know if I was home. Letting them know I’m here.” He made texting a single sentence unusually complicated, though; it took me a couple tries to concentrate long enough to send it.

“My spouse is going to come home and catch me fucking your brains out,” he said, and I leaned back, dropping my phone, my hands going to his head.

“Mmhmm,” I said, hips jerking a little as he sucked on my clit. They say you can always tell when someone feels passionate about whatever it is they’re doing, and when it comes to him and eating pussy my god could it not be more true. My legs were jelly in no time, my back arching a little off the bed, hips pumping erratically toward his face. I came more than once, but don’t ask me how many times exactly, because I’m sure I have no idea.

He pulled away and tugged my hips closer to start fucking me again, and that was when we heard the dogs start barking to indicate someone had probably arrived. Sure enough, shortly after, we heard a deadpan, “All right, I’m home now, the lovin’ has to stop,” followed by a laugh.

It made me giggle, and he chuckled while he asked them politely, “Would you like me to close the door?”

“Eh, whatever you want,” was the answer given, and that was convenient, because what he (and I) wanted in that moment was for him to keep fucking me hard, so it kinda worked out.

We both found it hot, undeniably, knowing his spouse was maybe a mere ten feet away, just in the living room, bedroom door wide open, while he was balls deep inside me, the both of us getting louder with each thrust. We got a little frantic, me grabbing at him still, scratching at his back, and he came inside me again with one last, hard thrust, an intense orgasm that made him shudder and moan loudly.

“Fuck,” he half-muttered, half-gasped, and I could only enthusiastically agree.

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