By: Rachel R.
How many nights had we spent in her bed, too many to count, for sure, each one more pleasurable as the previous? They all blurred into one continuous orgasm that neither waned nor ended. At least until her husband came home.
I do not know what I was expecting really, going into a relationship, one where I knew she was married and happily so, too. What we had was supposed to be a bit of fun, a lighthearted romp, just an innocent fuck that is something to pass the time when we were both alone. But, then the inevitable happens, it always happens when you ride the edge for too long. He came home early, and caught us together.
She, of course, was mid orgasm when he walked in. She straddled my face, her pussy pressing against my lips, her hands gripping my breasts as she rode out her pleasure on my face. I saw him before she did, but pinned as I was, was not in any position to run, make excuses, or cover myself up.
Only when it was clear his wife had ridden out the last of her pleasure did he clear his throat from the doorway.
She spun around so far she almost fell off the bed.
"Fuck!" she cried. "Dave... you... I thought..."
The room was silent, not just quiet, but deathly quiet, her labored breath echoing in the cold silence.
"That I wasn't coming home until tomorrow?"
Diane scrambled for clothes, anything to cover her arousal, I moved slower. Damage already done; no sense in rushing now as nothing I did would change the facts.
"Rachel, at least cover up?" she hissed, throwing a blanket at me.
"Oh, I don't think so," Dave answered. "Given what I just saw, I don't think either of you should be putting clothes on."
Now it was my turn to freeze. Apparently, the damage I thought perceived to be inflicted might in fact be just the opposite. My gaze is traveling down Dave's suit-clad body, and spotted the bulge growing at his crotch a reaction I was not expecting. He would not be the first man that I knew to be turned on by two woman screwing and eating pussy.
"In fact," Dave continued, "I want to see some more."
When Diane did not move, Dave striding across the room and wrapping his arms around her, he began kissing her deeply. At first, she remained rigid in his arms, but soon melted into the kiss. His fingers tugged at the edge of the sheet she had flung around herself, pulling at it until it slipped to the floor.
Dave pulled away. "You taste like her."
"How do you know what she tastes like," Diane asked.
"Your lips taste like pussy, Diane, and not yours, so unless you have got another girlfriend hiding under the bed, then you taste like her."
"Your wife is good with her tongue," I offered.
"Don't I know it!"
Dave pulling Diane towards the bed, and he unceremoniously plunked her down next to me. Leaning in I took her nipple in my mouth as Dave kissed her again. Flesh hardened with a flick of my tongue, and her legs parted easily when I slipped a hand between them. Diane moaned. Dave traced his fingers around my breast.
"Fuck her while I eat her," I ordered.
Dave raising an eyebrow at my demand, but stepped back and began removing his clothes. His cock springing free of his pants and slapped against his stomach.
"Sit on her face again," Dave told Diane.
Her pussy still dripping from her earlier orgasm and she shivered as I ran my tongue along her wet flesh of her pussy opening. Dave climbed on the bed behind us, cock positioned at his wife's pussy. Snaking my tongue down his rigid shaft and I took his balls into my mouth. He reached down between us and pinching my nipples before driving his cock deep into his wife cunt.
Pulling away, watching for a moment as he is fucking his wife, slamming into her repeatedly. Her head resting between my thighs, Diane is panting, hot breaths ticking my sopping wet pussy. I am craving for another taste of her.
Her clit was all I could reach with Dave fucking her so hard. I nipped and nibbled, and sucked the whole thing into my mouth. Her breaths grew shallow and frequent, her whimpers rising in pitch. Her nose brushed my entrance as she started to buck with her approaching orgasm.
They came above me together. He pulled out part way through, letting the last of his come coat his wife's pussy and my face. As soon as her whole pussy was free, I dove in, eager to taste the combination of freshly fucked pussy and warm cream pie. The taste was everything I desired, warm, salty, and plentiful. Diane's cunt is emitting a bouquet of pungent aromas, a melody of her lover's heady scents that are filling my nostrils.
Lying in a panting mess, all with smiles on our faces and cum on our bodies savoring the sensual moment.
"One question," Dave asked Diane. "If you get to fuck her, do I?"
Diane rolling her eyes replied, "Only if I get to taste her afterwards."
Well it looks like my relationship is not ending after all, I thought as I lay there absentmindedly rubbing my pussy in anticipation of Dave's cock.