My wife and I are really close to her sound friend Melissa. To be fair I actually have a thing for her. I was in the process of moving out of the friend zone with her when my wife whole step into the characterization and the rest was history. Now we do n't get to see her that often because she has always lived in a unlike State, but often she comes and visits for a few mean solar day. I always get alittle stir and anxious before she comes. I fantasize about getting an chance to see her bare monolithic titmouse that she often struggles to hold on inside any outfit, but sadly she seems to always get them wrangled up before I can get a upright glance. Sometimes I fantasize about a deuce-ace with Melissa and my wife, but I know that will never hap because my wife gets very covetous. She so envious, I ca n't puddle it through a bosom scene in a rated R movie without getting hit in the arm and she even stopped listening to Taylor blue-belly cause I once said I found her attractive. I would n't ask Melissa to be any help either. After a serial publication of ugly life issue, she found God a few years back and has been on a straight and specify path ever since. During one of her sojourn a while back, I happened to take the air by Melissa 's open door one bereavement as I was leaving for work to happen her sleeping without any bottoms on. Her troll ass in the air and the ken of her sweet-flavored pussy lips sneaking out between her branch had me hypnotized. Finally the care 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, genus Melissa had come to visit because of a cousin graduation and would be staying at our house. This time of yr is always busy for my wife and she had came home from a 15 hour work day and went straight to bed. Worried about feeling rude, I stayed up to hangout with genus Melissa. Melissa was also getting gear up to go to bed and just got out of the shower. She was wearing a silk light patrician night-robe that clinged to the shape of her body. 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 catch some Z's so I sat on the the floor using the right side edge as an arm rest ( we are too poor to spend alot of money on a Edgar Guest bed, so the bed sat on the storey also ). Conversation was going pretty unhorse, so I began to look through my Facebook intelligence feed. I came across a funny meme about a cowboy not being capable to control his knight, and told Melissa to come look at it because I knew she had grown up on a cattle ranch. genus Melissa first tried to scud across the bed but after she spent too a great deal effort to only get a few inches, she realized this was not an good way to get across. However this scoot was very of import because when she scoot her right pinhead moved right with the rest period of her, but her night gown did n't. This means that when she rolled from belly to back her monumental chest came flying across in all it 's glory. In a panic, she continued to vagabond in a attempt to cover up. However she ran out of bed, and began to fall off. I reacted and touch out to catch her, but because my heart were glued to the unloose breast, my right field hand gripped on to the loose tit while my left-hand grabbed the right leg. She attempted to rove back, but was too far off the bed to get the momentum to swing back. I also was in an bunglesome view that I could n't get my arms extend to labor her back up. Her nipple was placed between my heart and ring fingerbreadth, and immediately got hard as I press against it. I remembered overhearing a conversation she had with my wife about not being touched in awhile and how much she craved to feel of a man and here she was, tit hard and everything. There seemed to be only one solution, she was going to give birth to continue to fall on top of me. I moved my right hired hand off her boob which throw my correspondence back, she reach out to catch herself but brushed against my harden cock when she put her bridge player down. Startled by feeling my hullabaloo, she moved her handwriting and her faced rubbed against my dick. As she came down I caught her other leg and noticed she was n't wearing any bottoms. That amazing ass and beautiful pussycat that I saw that resplendent mourning a few eld back was now was slowly moving towards my fount. I carefully sat her down, the top of her pussy on my chin and my lips softly touching her lenient pussy lips. I sat still trying not to rest expecting her to throw together off, but instead she was rubbing her cheek against my penis. She then tilted her heading and began putting her mouth on my dick. I gave up resisting, and snuggled my Kuki spreadhead her mouth apart. I opened my mouthpiece and let out a breath on her pussy, which brought her back to realness and what was going on. I was capable to get a belittled lick of the natural language down the crest of her pussy as she lifted her hips off me. We both sat up, me on my ass and her on her knees to my properly side. We sat there breathing heavily, with her hand still seat on the top of my short rubbing my cock. Finally she broke the silence by whispering between breaths, `` I ca n't stop. '' Afraid my silence would frighten away her, I replied with `` Are you wet ? '' Confused by my inquiry she asked `` Could n't you tell ? '' true statement be told, I did n't notice when I tried to figure out her puss, so I said no. Still on her knees she opened up her stage and softly said, `` how about you check now. '' My hand moved up her soft thighs, feeling the warmth of her pussy as I get closer and closer to the middle. Her soft whisker around her kitty, brushing against my hand, as I take my forefinger and halfway finger to go around her lips. I took my midway finger and press it against her dampish clit. This send her over the border, as touching my dick through my boxers was n't enough. She reaches under and pulled out my throbbing putz out and begins stroking it. I begin to follow the generator of the juice dripping from her clit to my digit, and my centre finger started to slide inside her vagina before being stopped because of the lack of way for my power digit. She let out a soft groan which was cut shortly by the louder scream because I switched digit and placed my index deeply inside her pussy. She moaned louder and louder and even thrusted her hips as I slide my finger in and out of her tight pussy. I took this perplex opportunity to return to her exposed boob and lap and prick the nipple. After working her kitty-cat looser, I switched things up by returning to the clit. Her floor of pleasure continued to raise as I moved back to the pussycat, but this time with both fingers. I did n't get three jab in before she started to beg. `` I want your dick, I need your pecker, yield me your prick ! '' She then began to go up on top of me, violently grabbing at my peter when it hits me. `` What about my wife ? '' Slips out between my backtalk and we froze where we were. What if we were too loud, what if she woke up. Melissa wrapped her arms around me and susurration in my ear, `` I have to have you '' as she lowers her pussy down over the head of my penis. She sinks lower and slowly, when finally I ca n't take it. If she goes any further, there would be no turning back, no matter who walks in, so I lift her off, and tell her I 'm going to go make certainly 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 shorts up and I quitely crossed the house. I peak into the maestro sleeping room and noticed that my wife was still vocalize asleep. Just as quitely as I crossed, I returned to the guest room to find the room access closed. I took a second to intend things over. What if she changed her mind ? What if she tells my wife what happened and I never get to see her beautiful titty again or feel the heat of her pussy on my cock. I grab the handle and twist .