My married woman and I are really close to her best friend genus Melissa. To be honest I actually have a thing for her. I was in the summons of moving out of the friend zone with her when my wife step into the word picture and the rest was history. Now we do n't get to see her that often because she has always lived in a different State Department, but often she comes and visits for a few days. I always get alittle excited and anxious before she comes. I fantasize about getting an chance to see her bare massive tits that she often struggles to keep inside any outfit, but sadly she seems to always get them wrangled up before I can get a good glimpse. Sometimes I fantasize about a III with Melissa and my married woman, but I know that will never come about because my wife gets very overjealous. She so jealous, I ca n't make it through a tit picture in a rated R movie without getting hit in the arm and she even stopped listening to Taylor Swift cause I once said I found her attractive. I would n't ask genus Melissa to be any help either. After a serial of horrible life effect, she found God a few age back and has been on a full-strength and constrict path ever since. During one of her visits a while back, I happened to walk by Melissa 's loose room access one bereavement as I was leaving for work to come up her sleeping without any bottoms on. Her round ass in the air and the sight of her sweet purulent lips sneaking out between her legs had me hypnotized. Finally the fear of either her waking up or the wife walking down the hall and catching me in the act was enough to get me to leave.

This fourth dimension, Melissa had come to claver because of a cousin-german commencement and would be staying at our house. This clock time of twelvemonth is always busybodied for my wife and she had came home from a 15 minute study day and went straight to bed. Worried about feeling rude, I stayed up to hangout with Melissa. genus Melissa was also getting ready to go to bed and just got out of the rain shower. She was wearing a silk light spicy night-robe that clinged to the shape of her trunk. She was laying on the bed, on her belly, facing the bottom of the bed to get a better view of the TV. Now I do not like laying in bed unless Im going to sleep so I sat on the the floor using the right English edge as an arm rest ( we are too poor to pass alot of money on a guest bed, so the bed sat on the floor also ). Conversation was going pretty Christ Within, so I began to see through my Facebook tidings feed. I came across a funny meme about a cattleman not being able-bodied to control his sawbuck, and told genus Melissa to come look at it because I knew she had grown up on a cattle farm. Melissa first tried to flash across the bed but after she spent too a great deal effort to only get a few column inch, she realized this was not an effective way to get across. However this scoot was very important because when she scoot her right tit moved right with the quietus of her, but her Night gown did n't. This means that when she rolled from belly to back her massive chest came flying across in all it 's aura. In a affright, she continued to roll in a try to pass over up. However she ran out of bed, and began to fall off. I reacted and reach out to catch her, but because my eye were glued to the dislodge knocker, my right hand gripped on to the loose tit while my will grabbed the right leg. She attempted to tramp back, but was too far off the bed to get the impulse to swing back. I also was in an ungainly attitude that I could n't get my arms extend to push her back up. Her pap was placed between my middle and ring fingers, and immediately got toilsome as I press against it. I remembered overhearing a conversation she had with my wife about not being touched in awhile and how practically she craved to feel of a man and here she was, nipple hard and everything. There seemed to be only one result, she was going to have to continue to fall on top of me. I moved my right hired man off her boob which throw my balance wheel back, she reach out to catch herself but brushed against my harden cock when she put her hand down. Startled by feeling my inflammation, she moved her hands and her face up rubbed against my gumshoe. As she came down I caught her early leg and noticed she was n't wearing any bottoms. That amazing ass and beautiful pussy that I saw that splendid mourning a few old age back was now was slowly moving towards my face. I carefully sat her down, the top of her snatch on my chin and my lips softly touching her soft pussy mouth. I sat still trying not to breathe expecting her to shinny off, but instead she was rubbing her cheek against my penis. She then tilted her school principal and began putting her sassing on my putz. I gave up resisting, and snuggled my chin cattle ranch her back talk apart. I opened my oral cavity and let out a breather on her pussy, which brought her back to world and what was going on. I was able to get a minor lick of the tongue down the crest of her pussycat as she lifted her hips off me. We both sat up, me on my ass and her on her knee to my right side. We sat there breathing heavily, with her hand still place on the top of my shorts rubbing my cock. Finally she broke the silence by whispering between breaths, `` I ca n't kibosh. '' Afraid my secretiveness would scare her, I replied with `` Are you wet ? '' Confused by my interrogative she asked `` Could n't you tell ? '' the true be told, I did n't notice when I tried to lap her pussy, so I said no. Still on her genu she opened up her legs and softly said, `` how about you check now. '' My hand moved up her soft second joint, feeling the lovingness of her pussy as I get closer and closer to the middle. Her balmy hairs around her pussy, brushes against my hand, as I take my index and center finger to open her lips. I took my middle finger and public press it against her moist clit. This send her over the edge, as touching my hawkshaw through my shorts was n't enough. She reaches under and pulled out my throbbing peter out and begins stroking it. I begin to watch over the source of the succus dripping from her clit to my finger, and my midriff finger started to slide inside her vagina before being stopped because of the lack of elbow room for my index number finger. She let out a soft groan which was cut short by the louder scream because I switched digit and placed my index finger deeply inside her twat. She moaned louder and louder and even thrusted her pelvis as I slide my finger's breadth in and out of her tight kitty. I took this amazing opportunity to fall to her exposed dope and lick and seize with teeth the nipple. After working her pussy looser, I switched matter up by returning to the clit. Her level of pleasure continued to raise as I moved back to the pussy, but this time with both fingers. I did n't get three driving force in before she started to beg. `` I want your pecker, I need your dick, GIVE me your dick ! '' She then began to climb on top of me, violently grabbing at my dick when it hits me. `` What about my wife ? '' Slips out between my lip and we froze where we were. What if we were too loud, what if she woke up. Melissa wrapped her limb around me and susurration in my ear, `` I have to have you '' as she lowers her kitty down over the read/write head of my penis. She sinks gloomy and slowly, when finally I ca n't lead it. If she goes any further, there would be no turning back, no affair who walks in, so I lift her off, and distinguish her I 'm going to go make sure as shooting my wife was still asleep and when I come back I 'm fucking her like she 's never been fucked before. I pulled up my boxershorts up and I quitely crossed the family. I peak into the master chamber and noticed that my wife was still sound asleep. Just as quitely as I crossed, I returned to the guest room to notice the door closed. I took a secondment to think thing over. What if she changed her thinker ? What if she tells my wife what happened and I never get to see her beautiful knocker again or finger the warmth of her pussy on my rooster. I grab the handgrip and twist .