My wife and I are really fold to her honorable friend Melissa. To be honest I actually have a matter for her. I was in the process of moving out of the friend zone with her when my wife stride into the picture and the respite was history. Now we do n't get to see her that often because she has always lived in a different State, but often she comes and visits for a few days. I always get alittle excited and nervous before she comes. I fantasize about getting an opportunity to see her bare massive tits that she often struggles to stay fresh inside any outfit, but sadly she seems to always get them wrangled up before I can get a sound glimpse. Sometimes I fantasize about a threesome with Melissa and my wife, but I know that will never happen because my wife gets very overjealous. She so jealous, I ca n't create it through a boob view in a rated R motion-picture show without getting hit in the arm and she even stopped listening to Deems Taylor Swift cause I once said I found her attractive. I would n't expect Melissa to be any help either. After a series of horrible life effect, she found God a few class back and has been on a heterosexual person and narrow path ever since. During one of her visits a while back, I happened to walk by genus Melissa 's open door one mourning as I was leaving for work to find her sleeping without any bottoms on. Her round ass in the air and the vision of her sweet pussy lips sneaking out between her legs had me hypnotized. Finally the fear of either her waking up or the married woman walking down the G. Stanley Hall and catching me in the act was enough to get me to leave.

This time, Melissa had come to chit-chat because of a full cousin graduation and would be staying at our house. This clock time of year is always busy for my wife and she had came home from a 15 hr piece of 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 blue gown that clinged to the conformation of her body. She was laying on the bed, on her belly, facing the bottom of the bed to get a well 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 flop side edge as an arm rest ( we are too poor people to spend alot of money on a guest bed, so the bed sat on the floor also ). Conversation was going pretty light, so I began to look through my Facebook news program feed. I came across a risible meme about a cowboy not being able to control his horse, and told Melissa to descend flavor at it because I knew she had grown up on a ranch. Melissa first tried to shoot across the bed but after she spent too much effort to only get a few inches, she realized this was not an effective way to get across. However this scoot was very important because when she scoot her right boob moved right with the rest of her, but her nighttime gown did n't. This means that when she rolled from belly to back her massive titty came flying across in all it 's resplendency. In a scare, she continued to roll in a attempt to cover up. However she ran out of bed, and began to fall off. I reacted and reach out out to take in her, but because my heart were glued to the free breast, my right hand gripped on to the release tit while my left grabbed the right wing leg. She attempted to flap back, but was too far off the bed to get the momentum to swing back. I also was in an sticky emplacement that I could n't get my weapons system extend to push her back up. Her nipple was placed between my middle and ring finger's breadth, and immediately got gruelling 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 toilsome and everything. There seemed to be only one solution, she was going to sustain to continue to fall on top of me. I moved my right manus off her boob which throw my symmetry back, she reach out to capture herself but brushed against my harden hammer when she put her hand down. Startled by feeling my upheaval, she moved her script and her confront rubbed against my putz. As she came down I caught her former leg and noticed she was n't wearing any bottoms. That amazing ass and beautiful pussy that I saw that glorious mourning a few years back was now was slowly moving towards my human face. I carefully sat her down, the top of her kitty-cat on my chin and my lips softly touching her soft pussy lips. I sat still trying not to breathe expecting her to scramble off, but instead she was rubbing her cheek against my penis. She then tilted her heading and began putting her mouth on my prick. I gave up resisting, and snuggled my chin feast her sassing apart. I opened my oral cavity and let out a breathing place on her pussy, which brought her back to reality and what was going on. I was capable to get a small lick of the tongue down the tip of her pussy as she lifted her hips off me. We both sat up, me on my ass and her on her genu to my in good order side. We sat there breathing heavily, with her script still place on the top of my underdrawers rubbing my cock. Finally she broke the quiet by whispering between breaths, `` I ca n't stop. '' Afraid my secretiveness would scare her, I replied with `` Are you wet ? '' Confused by my question she asked `` Could n't you severalise ? '' the true be told, I did n't observe when I tried to lick her pussy, so I said no. Still on her knees she opened up her legs and softly said, `` how about you check now. '' My hand moved up her soft thighs, feeling the heat of her pussy as I get closer and closer to the eye. Her soft hair around her pussycat, brushing against my hand, as I take my exponent and centre digit to circularize her backtalk. I took my middle finger and press it against her moist clitoris. This send her over the edge, as touching my dick through my boxers was n't enough. She reaches under and pulled out my throbbing shaft out and begins stroking it. I begin to espouse the source of the juice dripping from her clit to my finger, and my middle finger started to slide inside her vagina before being stopped because of the lack of room for my index finger finger. She let out a voiced groan which was cut short by the louder sidesplitter because I switched finger's breadth and placed my index deeply inside her twat. She moaned louder and louder and even thrusted her pelvic girdle as I slide my finger's breadth in and out of her tight pussy. I took this amazing opportunity to regress to her exposed boob and lick and seize with teeth the nipple. After working her pussy looser, I switched affair up by returning to the clit. Her point of pleasure continued to raise as I moved back to the pussy, but this prison term with both fingers. I did n't get three thrusting in before she started to beg. `` I want your prick, I need your gumshoe, return me your dick ! '' She then began to climb up on top of me, violently grabbing at my dick when it hits me. `` What about my married woman ? '' 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 arms around me and whispers in my ear, `` I have to deliver you '' as she lowers her pussy down over the head of my penis. She sinks grim and slowly, when finally I ca n't take it. If she goes any further, there would be no turning back, no subject who walks in, so I lift her off, and tell her I 'm going to go make certain my wife was still deceased 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 mansion. I peak into the victor bedroom and noticed that my wife was still levelheaded asleep. Just as quitely as I crossed, I returned to the guest room to retrieve the door closed. I took a mo to recollect things over. What if she changed her judgment ? What if she tells my wife what happened and I never get to see her beautiful white meat again or palpate the warmth of her pussycat on my prick. I grab the handle and twist .