My Wife 'S Best Friend ( 3 )
Cheating, Erotica, FantasyMy married woman and I are really close to her practiced booster genus Melissa. To be good I actually have a matter for her. I was in the outgrowth of moving out of the friend geographical zone with her when my wife step into the scene and the relaxation 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 sojourn for a few days. I always get alittle excited and anxious before she comes. I fantasize about getting an opportunity to see her bare massive tits that she often struggles to hold 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 ternion with Melissa and my wife, but I know that will never happen because my married woman gets very jealous. She so envious, I ca n't make it through a blunder prospect in a rated R movie without getting hit in the arm and she even stopped listening to President Taylor blue-belly lawsuit I once said I found her attractive. I would n't expect genus Melissa to be any help either. After a series of horrible life events, she found God a few eld back and has been on a square and narrow path ever since. During one of her visits a piece back, I happened to walk by Melissa 's open threshold one mourning as I was leaving for work to find her sleeping without any bottoms on. Her round ass in the air and the sight of her sweet pussy lips sneaking out between her wooden leg had me hypnotized. Finally the fear of either her waking up or the married woman walking down the manor hall and catching me in the act was enough to get me to leave.
This metre, Melissa had come to chat because of a cousin commencement ceremony and would be staying at our sign. This time of yr is always busy for my wife and she had came home from a 15 time of day work day and went straight to bed. Worried about feeling rude, I stayed up to hangout with Melissa. Melissa was also getting ready to go to bed and just got out of the shower. She was wearing a silk light dreary nightie that clinged to the configuration of her body. She was laying on the bed, on her belly, facing the arse 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 English boundary as an arm repose ( we are too hapless to spend alot of money on a guest bed, so the bed sat on the trading floor also ). Conversation was going pretty light, so I began to seem through my Facebook news feed. I came across a funny meme about a cowboy not being able to insure his horse, and told Melissa to follow expression at it because I knew she had grown up on a cattle ranch. Melissa first tried to scoot across the bed but after she spent too much effort to only get a few inches, she realized this was not an effectual way to get across. However this scoot was very important because when she scoot her compensate tit moved right with the rest of her, but her night robe did n't. This means that when she rolled from belly to back her massive breast came flying across in all it 's glory. In a panic, she continued to roll in a attempt to insure up. However she ran out of bed, and began to fall off. I reacted and strain out to catch her, but because my eyes were glued to the free breast, my rectify hand gripped on to the loose tit while my left field grabbed the ripe leg. She attempted to roll back, but was too far off the bed to get the momentum to swing back. I also was in an awkward position that I could n't get my sleeve extend to push her back up. Her nipple was placed between my middle and ring finger's breadth, and immediately got severely as I press against it. I remembered overhearing a conversation she had with my married woman about not being touched in awhile and how much she craved to feel of a man and here she was, teat unvoiced and everything. There seemed to be only one resolution, she was going to have to continue to light on top of me. I moved my right paw off her boob which throw my counterbalance back, she reach out to captivate herself but brushed against my harden cock when she put her hand down. Startled by feeling my excitement, she moved her hands and her faced rubbed against my cock. As she came down I caught her other leg and noticed she was n't wearing any tush. That amazing ass and beautiful kitty that I saw that glorious mourning a few twelvemonth back was now was slowly moving towards my face. I carefully sat her down, the top of her puss on my chin and my brim softly touching her soft twat lips. I sat still trying not to breathe expecting her to scramble off, but instead she was rubbing her brass against my penis. She then tilted her head and began putting her mouth on my hawkshaw. I gave up resisting, and snuggled my chin paste her sass apart. I opened my mouthpiece and let out a breath on her pussy, which brought her back to reality and what was going on. I was able to get a small lick of the clapper down the peak 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 right side. We sat there breathing heavily, with her hand still stead on the top of my short circuit rubbing my cock. Finally she broke the silence by whispering between hint, `` I ca n't stop. '' Afraid my silence would frighten off her, I replied with `` Are you wet ? '' Confused by my doubtfulness she asked `` Could n't you say ? '' trueness be told, I did n't notice when I tried to lick her puss, so I said no. Still on her knees she opened up her branch and softly said, `` how about you check now. '' My hand moved up her soft thigh, feeling the warmth of her puss as I get closer and closer to the heart. Her soft hairsbreadth around her twat, coppice against my hand, as I take my forefinger and middle fingers to spread her lips. I took my middle finger and press it against her dampish clit. This send her over the edge, as touching my dick through my shorts was n't enough. She reaches under and pulled out my throbbing cock out and begins stroking it. I begin to travel along the source of the juice dripping from her clit to my finger, and my midriff digit started to slide inside her vagina before being stopped because of the lack of room for my index finger. She let out a soft moan which was cut short by the louder howler because I switched digit and placed my indicator 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 slit. I took this amazing opportunity to return to her exposed dumbbell and lick and burn the nipple. After working her pussy looser, I switched things up by returning to the clit. Her horizontal surface of pleasure continued to raise as I moved back to the slit, but this time with both fingers. I did n't get three thrust in before she started to beg. `` I want your dick, I need your dick, devote me your peter ! '' She then began to climb up on top of me, violently grabbing at my gumshoe when it hits me. `` What about my wife ? '' Slips out between my lips and we froze where we were. What if we were too loudly, what if she woke up. Melissa wrapped her implements of war around me and rustle in my ear, `` I have to own you '' as she lowers her twat down over the promontory of my phallus. She sinks lower and slowly, when finally I ca n't make it. If she goes any further, there would be no turning back, no subject who walks in, so I lift her off, and say her I 'm going to go relieve oneself certain my married woman was still departed and when I come back I 'm fucking her like she 's never been fucked before. I pulled up my drawers up and I quitely crossed the house. I peak into the maestro bedroom and noticed that my married woman was still reasoned asleep. Just as quitely as I crossed, I returned to the node way to incur the door closed. I took a back to consider 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 snatch on my turncock. I grab the handle and winding .