By the time my 2hr hair appointment is done I’m ready to call it quits on the plug. It’s done it’s job keeping me wet and stimulated but it’s been incredibly hard to keep my cool not to mention the fatigue from our earlier fucking is really starting to set in.
I let B lightly play with my pussy feeling my wetness on the drive home but confess that I’m feeling well and truly done for now. Once we’re inside he bends me over the arm of the couch and massages my buttocks and lower back while he twists the plug out of my ass. He takes it to the bathroom to wash it up and as he walks past their bedroom we realise what a bomb site we’ve left. Sheets sticky with sweat, bodily fluids and melted icy poles. We strip the bed and quickly chuck it in the wash, luckily we’ve still got a couple of hours before his wife knocks off work.
With the washing machine running in the background B makes me a coffee and we snuggle onto the couch to watch a movie. We make it most of the way through the movie but eventually the close proximity gets the better of him and his mouth starts working its way down the side of my neck. I drop my head back giving him more access and groan as he fingers kneed and squeeze my tits.
‘B, I can’t’ I protest
He assures me he just wants to make out and fondle me, he won’t try to push me for another orgasm. I reluctantly agree and before I know it I’m straddled across him and we’re kissing fiercely. Tongues dancing together, his hands running up and down my back, stopping only to dig his finger tips firmly into my ass cheeks, stretching them wide apart. My hands are on his shoulders, massaging and rubbing as we kiss and it’s not long before I find myself pressing my needy pussy down onto the bulge in his jeans. I’m addicted to him. I can’t get enough.
‘I thought you said…’ he starts but I cut him off
‘Are you complaining?’ I say, giving him a raised eyebrow
‘No! Not at all…’
‘Well shut your mouth then’ I scold. He gives me a look that tells me everything I need to know. He’s going to let me play this game my way but he’s not giving up the control, he’s only letting me take a bit, temporarily.
I slide off his lap and onto the floor between his feet.
‘Off’ I command giving the hem of his shirt a tug. He lifts it up over his head and chucks it to the side as I work his button and fly open. He lifts his hips so I can yank his pants and jocks down and his cock springs free. I take my time, slide my hands up and down his thighs alternating between looking up to meet his gaze and watching his cock jump and bounce in front of me as if it’s trying to attract my attention. I can’t help but smile as I blow on his dick and it bounces all around.
He bites back a groan of frustration ‘Babe, you’re testing my restraint’
I grin at him and then flick out my tongue and circle it around the head of his cock. He doesn’t bother to hold back the groan now, his hands move to grip my hair and I tut tut him, pulling them away putting them back on the couch. He plays along, for now.
I lick around the head a few times before moving to lick up and down his shaft. I drag my tongue slowly and purposefully right from the base to the tip making sure to give that sensitive little part on the underside a flick of my tongue with every pass. My hands still firmly massaging his thighs. I can tell it’s taking quite the effort for him to keep his hands away from me, this isn’t our usual play style.
I lick down his cock leaving a decent trail of saliva and take his balls into my mouth one at a time, at the same time I move my hand to his dick and start to stroke him with long twisting movements while I suck. By the time I turn the attention of my mouth back to his cock and take him in completely his hands are clenched in fists and he’s definitely working hard to keep himself from grabbing me.
Eventually his hands work their way to my shoulders and massage them steadily, his fingers move lower and lower until he’s squeezing my tits through my dress, it’s obviously not enough though as soon he leans forward slightly and yanks the front of it down, pulling my bra down too and letting my tits bounce out. Now he’s found something to do with his hands. He twists and tugs on my nipples while I bob my head in a steady rhythm. Occasionally he’ll give an extra cruel twist, causing me to gasp around his cock which always elicits a chuckle from his throat. Even when he’s letting me play my way, he can’t help but show me who’s boss.
I try my best to ignore the nipple torture and I pick up my rhythm, there’s saliva dripping down his dick, covering my hand as it works in time too. I feel his cock start to throb and quick as a flash I pull away.
It jumps and bounces, searching for the lost stimulation and I smile innocently up at B.
He practically growls at me and his words are thick and heavy sounding ‘I’ll remember this, don’t think I wont’
My smile breaks wider and I return to work with my mouth. He really can’t help himself this time and one hand grips my hair tightly and forces my mouth onto him in the perfect rhythm, I let him work me and within a few minutes he’s pulling my mouth away again and jerking himself off with his other hand.
His thick, hot cum splashes onto my obscenely exposed tits and into my open mouth and across my waiting tongue. When he’s completely finished and I can see the after shocks shuddering through him, I drag my finger across the white mess on my chest, pop it in my mouth and suck it clean, watching him the whole time. I repeat the action again and again until all his delicious cum has been swallowed.
‘I better go finish cleaning up’ I say rising to my feet
‘No you fucking don’t’ he commands ‘leave it dry’
So I do.
B pulls me back down with him to watch the final moments of our movie, tucking me snuggly under his arm. He puts his cock away again but won’t let me fix my dress. So I sit there tits still out obscenely covered in the drying remnants of his orgasm, my pussy throbbing and thighs sticky, yet again. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a5i28b/how_it_started_part_6_mf_cheating