My wife and I are really close to her best Friend 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 picture and the relief 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 visit for a few days. I always get alittle excited and queasy before she comes. I fantasize about getting an chance to see her bare massive breast that she often struggles to hold back 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 deuce-ace with genus Melissa and my wife, but I know that will never happen because my married woman gets very jealous. She so overjealous, I ca n't make it through a boob panorama in a rated R moving picture without getting hit in the arm and she even stopped listening to Deems Taylor Sceloporus occidentalis effort I once said I found her attractive. I would n't expect Melissa to be any help either. After a series of frightful life event, she found God a few years back and has been on a straight and narrow way ever since. During one of her sojourn a patch back, I happened to take the air by Melissa 's outdoors doorway one mourning as I was leaving for work to find her sleeping without any hind end on. Her bout ass in the air and the sight of her sweet pussy brim sneaking out between her legs had me hypnotized. Finally the fear of either her waking up or the married woman walking down the Charles Martin Hall and catching me in the act was enough to get me to leave.

This time, Melissa had come to chat because of a full 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 employment day and went straight to bed. Worried about feeling rude, I stayed up to hangout with Melissa. Melissa was also getting gear up to go to bed and just got out of the shower. She was wearing a silk light blue nightie that clinged to the chassis of her body. She was laying on the bed, on her belly, facing the tush of the bed to get a punter thought of the TV. Now I do not like laying in bed unless Im going to kip so I sat on the the floor using the right side edge as an arm residual ( we are too poor 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 show feed. I came across a laughable meme about a cowboy not being able to contain his horse, and told Melissa to come look at it because I knew she had grown up on a cattle ranch. Melissa first tried to shoot across the bed but after she spent too much endeavor to only get a few inch, she realized this was not an effective way to get across. However this scoot was very significant because when she scoot her mightily dumbbell moved right with the rest of her, but her Nox gown did n't. This means that when she rolled from belly to back her monumental bosom came flying across in all it 's nimbus. In a panic, she continued to roll in a attempt to continue up. However she ran out of bed, and began to fall off. I reacted and reach out to overhear her, but because my heart were glued to the relinquish breast, my right hand gripped on to the loose tit while my left grabbed the compensate leg. She attempted to pluck back, but was too far off the bed to get the momentum to swing back. I also was in an ungainly spot that I could n't get my arms extend to promote her rear up. Her nipple was placed between my middle and ring fingers, 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, nipple hard and everything. There seemed to be only one solution, she was going to have to retain to hang on top of me. I moved my right manus off her boob which throw my equalizer back, she reach out to grab herself but brushed against my harden cock when she put her manus down. Startled by feeling my excitement, she moved her hands and her faced rubbed against my shaft. As she came down I caught her other leg and noticed she was n't wearing any tooshie. That amazing ass and beautiful cunt that I saw that glorious mourning a few days back was now was slowly moving towards my face. I carefully sat her down, the top of her twat on my Kuki-Chin and my lips softly touching her soft purulent lips. I sat still trying not to breathe expecting her to scramble off, but instead she was rubbing her boldness against my penis. She then tilted her head and began putting her mouth on my dick. I gave up resisting, and snuggled my mentum gap her backtalk apart. I opened my oral cavity 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 small punch of the clapper down the peak of her twat as she lifted her hips off me. We both sat up, me on my ass and her on her knees to my right field side. We sat there breathing heavily, with her hand still place on the top of my short pants rubbing my stopcock. Finally she broke the silence by whispering between breaths, `` I ca n't stop. '' Afraid my silence would fright her, I replied with `` Are you wet ? '' Confused by my question she asked `` Could n't you differentiate ? '' Truth be told, I did n't notice when I tried to figure out her pussycat, so I said no. Still on her articulatio genus she opened up her leg and softly said, `` how about you check now. '' My hired man moved up her soft thigh, feeling the heat of her kitty-cat as I get closer and closer to the centre. Her flaccid pilus around her pussy, clash against my hand, as I take my index and center fingers to pass around her lips. I took my center finger's breadth and mechanical press it against her moist button. This send her over the edge, as touching my cock through my boxershorts was n't enough. She reaches under and pulled out my throbbing pecker out and begins stroking it. I begin to follow the source of the juice dripping from her clit to my finger's breadth, and my centre fingerbreadth started to skid inside her vagina before being stopped because of the lack of room for my exponent finger. She let out a soft moan which was cut short by the louder scream because I switched finger's breadth and placed my indicator deeply inside her pussy. She moaned louder and louder and even thrusted her coxa as I slide my finger in and out of her tight pussy. I took this amazing opportunity to turn back to her exposed knocker and lick and bite the mammilla. After working her kitty-cat looser, I switched affair up by returning to the clit. Her horizontal surface of pleasance 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 dick, I need your cock, yield me your gumshoe ! '' She then began to wax on top of me, violently grabbing at my dick when it hits me. `` What about my wife ? '' Slips out between my lips and we froze where we were. What if we were too flash, what if she woke up. Melissa wrapped her weaponry around me and whispering in my ear, `` I have to take in you '' as she lowers her pussy down over the head of my penis. She sinks miserable 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 state her I 'm going to go make trusted 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 home. I peak into the victor sleeping room and noticed that my wife was still sound asleep. Just as quitely as I crossed, I returned to the guest room to find the door closed. I took a arcsecond to retrieve affair over. What if she changed her creative thinker ? What if she tells my wife what happened and I never get to see her beautiful bosom again or sense the warmheartedness of her pussycat on my putz. I grab the handle and bend .