A hot summer day [MF] [Cuckquean]

She was dressed for the scorching weather – tight black booty shorts and a loose shirt over a bikini top that only served to draw attention to her full, round breasts. I felt my hardness stirring in my shorts as she leaned across me to take a sausage fork the bbq – giving me the full benefit of her cleavage.

A mischievous and playful look crossed her face as she brushed against it ever so lightly as she turned. Our eyes met and there was an intense erotic charge that leapt between us…

She carried the plate of sausages and burgers back to the table where my wife and our friends were waiting. As she walked away, her ass swung temptingly from side to side. The desire to squeeze it through her booty shorts was overwhelming.

The table was screened from the barbecue by some trees and I watched her out of sight. Hearing the chatter and laughter from the other side as I put another set of food on the grill.

I was lost in the work when I suddenly felt a body pressed softly against my back and a hand gripped my hardness through my shorts. It was her.

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A short call

Hey Tam, fuck, your husband made me cum so hard last night. I went to the hotel room in that short skirt you suggested and we’d barely touched our drinks before he lifted it up, pulled my panties to one side and started going down on me. He felt fucking amazing – found the spot first time and the way he worked it…telling me how good I tasted and sliding his finger round the edge of my pussy, teasing me. Fuck, I’m getting wet again just telling you about it.

I wanted to cum right then from his tongue and to have his hard cock inside me at the same time. It was so hot and confusing, and he kept teasing – waiting until I was right on the edge and then just circling my clit. Does he do that to you? Because it drove me wild. I was practically begging to cum and then when I did it just blew my mind. Never cum so hard before – I shook and he lay his tongue on my clit, so that I came again and again. I literally couldn’t move for a few minutes after. My partner’s never come close to it. If I was you I’d have him between my legs every second of the day (although I’m glad you’re happy to share).

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Playing Away (Fantasy short story)

Her taste was unfamiliar, a deeper note that filled my mouth and nose. My tongue traced the strange, soft lines of her lips. And as it found the ripe swelling of her clit, I became almost delirious with thirst for her. Her dampness soaked my lips and I drank deeply, satiated only when her shudders and moans had climaxed and subsided into ecstatic stillness.

We’d met a few hours earlier at the conference. She’d seen the talk and disagrees. We fenced – sharp, but with a playful tone that spilled into flirtation. The twinkle in the eye, the lingering gaze, the sense of tension and energy…sometimes you know, or at least suspect.

She was a little older, willowy in the form fitting black dress that she wore effortlessly. Professional, almost conservative, but without disguising the curves of her breasts or the small, firm peach of her ass. I can still see it, oiled and slick with sweat, as she dozed, spent, on my hotel bed.

She was the one who suggested the drink. Knew a quiet place round the corner – good for a real talk. We had a snug booth – squeezed close together – and a whiskey each. Talked ideas, politics and families. She had a husband and kid, loved them both to bits. But she was hungry. And so was I.