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 Last night a friend and his wife invited me over to their house to watch a little porn and do a little screwing around we have done this before and his wife wanted a repeat so I of course agreed, when I got there about 9:00 we had some drinks and started talking about the movie that was on it was a threesome porn and one guy in the movie was licking the girls pussy from the front while the other guy was fucking her from the rear, Well my buddies wife asked both of us if we had ever done any thing with another guy being as just two guys or as group sex with girls and guys. Her husband said he had not but had thought about it a few times, during this conversation she removed her clothes and started rubbing our clothes etc. then she asked me if i had ever thought about it or done it with another guy and I told her I had done both then she asked if I or we would be willing to do something together because it really turned her on to see guys do any thing sexual together, but she had never seen it in person I said I'm willing too if her husband is ok with it he said he may try a little if it felt comfortable while we were doing her so I told them that I would make the first move as things go along and we would see how it goes. I took off my clothes and his wife went straight down on my dick he stripped and slid his dick in he pussy from behind we switched positions a few times and i slowly reached down to her pussy and slipped a finger in next to his dick and all was good so i moved around so i could lick her like on the movie while he slowly slid in and out of her. when my tongue started licking his shaft as he fucked her i could feel him tense and shoot as soon as his first pulse let up i pulled his dick out of her and put it in my mouth and he shot the rest of his cum in my mouth as soon as he settled a bit I turned to her pussy and licked his cum she came hard and started sucking me soon I shot my load and she swallowed as much as she could he turned to her and deep kisses her and tasted my cum. she was really turned on and were done for at least 45 minutes she was going back and forth sucking both of us to get us up for the next round he got hard quickly and I asked her to let me give it a try she watched me suck his dick and sucked my dick until he came in my mouth again, I then fucked her and came all over the out side of her pussy then he cleaned her well. When I left they both asked me to come back as soon as possible. |
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Slept With My Friend's Wife
It was 5 o'clock when the plane landed at the airport. I was a couple of hours early as the seminar scheduled for the afternoon had been cancelled. I longed for a good bath and I therefore took a taxi and proceeded straight away to the hotel. A few moments later I was clean and refreshed, and came down to the lobby to wait for my friend Shekhar with whom I was going to spend the week- end. Shekhar and I had grown up together until I left for my studies a couple of years back and now he had invited me to his place to spend the week-end and catch up on the past.
I was still some thirty minutes early and decided to order something from the bar. A few couples were dancing closely on the floor. As I looked for an empty table I noticed a particularly attractive woman sitting alone. She looked divine in her red sleeveless dress and I could not help thinking this must be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my whole life.
I must have been staring at her because she glanced over at me quickly and then looked away. Moving closer to her table, I asked her whether the seat next to her was vacant. She smiled uncomfortably and removed her bag from my side of the table. "Can I buy you a cup of coffee ? " I said as I lowered myself to the seat facing her.
She shook her head politely. "How about a glass of coke? Glass of milk? ...Water?"
"No " she smiled, daring to talk directly to me at last.
"I guess it's also, no you don't come here often, no we haven't met before, no you don't often watch movies. What else do I say to break the ice?" I asked.
"Thanks but better not, I am a married woman." she said and immediately avoided my eyes by looking out to the lobby. "Well, that's disappointing. I was just getting to know you," I said, following the direction of her eyes. "You could dance with me, though. It's an invitation. I hate dancing alone."
"My husband will be here anytime now," she quickly said.
"Well, I give him till the next song to show up, else you are mine for the dance." I replied.
A faint blush appeared on her face and I saw that she was now looking directly at me. She was quiet, just studying my face until the silence between us became a conversation. Still looking into her eyes, I stood up and took her hand in mind and lead her to the floor. As we started dancing she deliberately left a distance between us. I imagined her fingers trembling as she held to my back.
I couldn't help but notice how incredible she smelled. I realized I wanted to hear her talk." Now you must tell me about you. What is your name? "I said.
"You'll have to settle for the dance," she replied.
"If I ask you something will you answer me honestly?" I asked.
She raised her face and stared straight at me. "I was just wondering why anyone would leave his beautiful wife alone in a foreign place?" I said.
"Did you ask me to dance to talk about my husband?" she answered.
"No, I can think of a hundred more flattering things. You have a very lovely voice." I said.
She smiled, appreciative of the compliment, but a little uneasy. "Thank you very much," she said.
"Of course, I would expect such a lovely voice from such a lovely woman." I added.
She didn't smile this time. "Well, " she brought her hand to her neck, subtly displaying her wedding ring, "I certainly am flattered by such praise."
With the music playing in the background and the romantic lighting of the lobby I was completely drawn to this woman. I couldn't help but think how incredibly sexy she was, and found myself wondering what kind of lover she was. "Are you married?" she asked after some time.
"No." I answered.
"Well, some of these women are single. Who knows?" she said encouragingly.
"Oh, it is my intent to get to know one of them." I said assuredly. My candour caught her a little off guard. Most men didn't make such bold statements to people they just met, especially not to a woman.
"Oh really?' she replied with a smile. "Do you know which one?"
"Oh yes. The most beautiful one." Our eyes locked. "You."
She turned away from me. "I'm sorry. I wish you weren't married "
I didn't mean anything- a turn of phrase with nothing implied, but I was pleased that she let it stand uncorrected. It was only a moment but I took in it the furtive pleasure of conspiracy.
I was realizing that this woman was very different. I had to admit to myself that I found the idea of coveting what belonged to someone else turned me on. "Why don't you hold me closer?" I said as we kept dancing.
"I...just don't want to attract attention us" she said shyly.
"You won't. Everybody else is doing that," I told her.
"I don't want you to think..."she started.
"Shh." I placed my finger to her delicate lips.
Finally she allowed herself to brought closer, close enough to keep eye contact. I could now travel my hand caressingly over her tender waist. I could feel her every breath. I could smell her skin. "Are you scared I make a pass at you?" I said looking her in the eyes.
She looked into my eyes, "When did I say that?"
"You don't have to say it, it shows. A man senses these things," I told her.
She did not move. I could feel her warmth in front of me, our faces almost touching. We danced quietly for some time. "You don't like the music, do you?" I asked her.
"I love the music. I just don't like your stare. They are so intense. I can't bear it. You watch me all the time" she replied.
"I am afraid you are to blame. Do you realize just how truly beautiful you are? How inspiring you are? I thought you were the most exquisite woman from the moment I saw you. I didn't think you could be any more beautiful. When I see you in that dress, I realize there's no capturing your beauty in a moment. I could stand here all my life to see you in this dress." I whispered in her ears.
"Do you say that about every woman you see?" she smiled, her eyes sparkling like stars.
"Only when she makes me want to." I took her hand softly.
"I believe in recognizing beauty. In appreciating it." I lightly rubbed my thumb across her hand. Now she was uncomfortable. She could sense I desired her, but she didn't want to be rude. She seemed to struggle for something, a reply, but couldn't think straight.
My arms around her waist, pulling her gorgeous body tight to me was sensual and I loved how I felt. As we danced together I realized I wanted this woman. Slowly I tightened my arms around her waist as I pulled her closer to me. Her breasts were now gently pressing into my chest, and her thighs were pressing hard against me. I felt her nipples harden. To her that would not be acceptable, but for some reason tonight I didn't care. It seemed to me that I had no control at all at this point.
"Looks like a nice group of people," she finally said in between her breaths.
My fingers were sliding over his soft skin as I said "A friendly group of men and women and one very lovely woman." I said looking straight at her. She seemed embarrassed.
"Why should I pretend I'm thinking of anything else? All I am really trying to figure out is how I can go about to steal a kiss from you." I heard myself say.
She did not turn to look at me, as if nothing had been said, but the longer she was silent, the more real the words seemed to hang in the air between us. For an instant I thought I had frightened her, but I kept staring at face without apology, determined to play my way through. I stared at her, unable to read any expression on her face, not sure what I had done. I realized we had stopped breathing. There seemed to be no movement around, no music in the room.
" We must get back to our seats now" she at last said.
"Are you trying to change the subject?" I immediately told her.
"It isn't that." She managed to answer.
"Then why don't you allow me to kiss you?" I said.
"We can't. ...Let us have something at the bar " she said in a breathless voice, before she started walking away.
As we passed in front of the elevators I pulled her to me, unconsciously pinning her back against the door, and stared at her for a moment, my face close to hers, as if the distance would lower the sound of our voices. "You are lovely," I said, moving my eyes over her face.
Finally she leaned back against the building and let me come closer. I leaned forward and moved her arms down to her side, and when she stood there, unresisting, I kissed her, gently pressing her against the wall, tasting her. "Don't," she said, but not moving away, letting me kiss her again.
"Why not?" I said, my words like kisses of breath now as I moved against the hollow of her neck.
"No good will come of it," she said, a catchphrase to ward off a spell.
"Yes it will," I said, still kissing her neck.
"No." Then she opened her mouth to me, kissing me back, moving her tongue with mine, her arms now behind me, pulling me closer.
But I wasn't listening; the words were a kind of chant, just a rhythm. Instead I kissed her harder, pulling her body next to me so that she could feel me. I could feel her own excitement as she twisted against me. I touched her hair as I stroked her, and shivering, she moved her face into my hand, bending her neck, calmer.
"Let us go to my room." I said in her ears.
She hesitated. " I'll let you leave if you want to." I told her.
We entered the elevators and headed straight to my room. Closing the door behind us, I stood behind her and kissed her hair running my palm on her naked arm. She turned around and placed her hand along my cheek. "You are not fair," she said, drawing me closer. "There is nothing fair about you," she kissed me. "You are dangerous," she said, kissing me again, lightly, as if she was drawing a breath between words, "and you are tempting"
"Tell me your name, " I said, kissing her back. I kissed her hard then,pinning her against the door, my hands behind her, drawing her closer. I could feel the heat of her skin though the silk, as my hand moved down her back, pulling her toward me so that our bodies ground together. Then her dress opened and I moved my hands inside, feeling the skin itself hot, alive to my touch. She held the back of my head, her mouth everywhere on my face.
"Come to bed" I whispered.
"No," she was gulping air "Not there"
My hand rounded her, moving toward the back of her thigh, she brought her leg up behind me, as if I was taking her right there, standing up. I rubbed my hand under her thigh until I felt her hair graze my fingertips, already moist, and the wetness made me pulse again, my erection almost painful now in my pants. My fingers moved up along the moist lips, back and forth, so that she began to ride them, her mouth making stifled noises behind the kiss.
Then I turned my hand so that my open palm held her, the heel of it grounded against the front of her as the wet fingers still slid back and forth, and she pulled her mouth to gasp for air, her lower body still moving against me. But I couldn't stop now, the fierceness of it, the hurry within us.
I could feel her breath, ragged in my ear. I covered her mouth again,our tongues slippery, as I moved my hand away to unzip my pants, fast, so that when my **** sprang out it moved toward her at once to replace the hand. Sliding along the wet part of her until it slipped inside, I thrust up my **** to fill her, and she gasped, dropping her head on my shoulder. I thought for an instant I would come then. Still, her heat wrapped around me. There was nothing but feeling now, so complete I was afraid to disturb it. But then I felt the walls of her vagina grip me, making gentle spasms, and we were moving again.
"Oh," she said, a low sound from her throat, her head back against the door, and the sound of it excited me, and I put my mouth back on hers, kissing her as I gripped her below, pounding into her with her thigh still drawn up beside me. I could hear us thudding against the door, oblivious as animals, then a sharp sound from her as I felt her grip me inside, and I knew she had come, so that I was released now too. After a few jabbing thrusts it spurted out of me, everything in me shooting out, taking my breath with it.
We stood there for a few minutes, still locked together, gulping air, and I knew we must look absurd, our mouths smeared with saliva, standing against the walls like dogs , my pants down below my knees. But her face glowed, and when I looked at her I felt an immense gratitude. I had been so quick, but she had let me, not protesting, giving herself to me. I had wanted to make love; not it had been too intense to take our time.
Now I kissed her gently and lifted her up, still hard inside her, and brought her down to the floor, my pants wadded foolishly round my calves. But the point was not to leave her. It didn't matter how we looked, messy and awkward, so long as I remained inside her. When I laid her on the floor, still inside, she smiled at me, and this time we kept a different rhythm, moving slowly in and out, and the sensation in me spread outward so that my whole body was making love, every piece of skin sensitive.
My face was level with her breasts and I began kissing them, barely touching them at first, then as I felt the nipples harden, moving over them in a steady rhythm, pressing, so that she anticipated each stroke of my mouth. She closed her eyes. My mouth opened to lick the nipple, tasting her, still salty with sweat. This time my hands felt all of her, drawing along her breasts, kissing the side of her neck, until we both began racing and she wrapped her legs around me, urging me, waiting for me to come so that we could finish together, shuddering in the same jolt of pleasure.
We lay quietly for a while until, calm now, I sensed my weight on her and slipped out, my **** finally soft, and moved to the side, still holding her. She turned on her side to face me. She held the side of my head, looking at me. "Thank you" she said, her fingers tracing the shape of my ear.
We would have gone on like this, comfortable, idly touching each other, but we were distracted by the voices in the corridor. I held her arm as she prepared to leave. "I don't even know your name. You keep not telling it to me, remember?"
"Shalini" she whispered just before she was gone.
"Shalini" I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes, still lying on the floor, basked in a wonderful feeling. Suddenly I thought of Shekhar waiting for me at the bar. Hurriedly I rose and got myself ready. A moment later I was in the lobby and spotted him just as he too noticed me.
"I hope I did not keep you waiting too long, " I said as I greeted him.
"Actually I was early," he said. "I left my wife here and went looking for you at the airport."
"Your wife?" I asked.
"Yes, here she is. Let me introduce you to her," he said.
I turned around to stare into the eyes of a lovely woman dressed in red.
"Meet my wife...Shalini" |
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