Story 32
Summary:
Sue, late twenties, married. Her husband is out of town and she’s relaxing by the pool. But when their new neighbor Pete comes to say hello it’s not long before they’re in the pool having some fun together. But then her husband returns unexpectedly and soon he joins in the fun.
Threesome, gay, oral, sixty-nine, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering, pussy licking, blow jobs.
It was a Saturday morning and so Sue had been looking forward to a lie-in. Usually, she would wake up late with her husband Chris and the two of them would take their time rousing themselves, their bodies against one another, rubbing together before they started to touch one another with more conviction, their hands and their mouths finding one another, touching one another in the places they wanted to touch - and also the places where they wanted to be touched. They would slowly, lazily, pleasure one another with no sense of real urgency, building to ward off their inevitable climax. It was always an amazing way to start their weekend. Then, when they were ready to get up and get started, they would climb into the shower again where they would usually pleasure one another again with their hands and mouths. Many Saturday mornings started like that, with Sue on her knees in the shower, the water cascading over her face, her body, as she sucked on Chris’ cock before he came in her mouth, or maybe he would pull out and cum on her face, her breasts, her mouth open to catch any that happened to fall there.
On this morning, however, she woke up and reached across to the other side of the bed. Her smile froze on her lips as she realized that Chris was out of town. He had gone on a business trip and wouldn't be back till later that day, sometimes late at night.
She sighed deeply and frowned slightly. She wasn't happy that he wasn't there to have some fun with her that morning but at the same time, she knew that he had work to do and she knew that they would still be able to have plenty of fun when he returned.
Lying in bed she started to think about it - the fun that they’d have that night. She thought that maybe she’d surprise him with the fervor of her passion as soon as he returned. She lay there in bed and one of her hands ran down her body, down into her panties, and she began to play with herself as she imagined all of the things that they could get up to that night. She was pleased with the idea. There was plenty for her to look forward to.
She lay in bed playing with herself gently. There wasn’t much conviction in what she was doing, she was just enjoying herself, killing time while she was alone there.
Her thoughts went back to when she first met Chris. She had been fresh out of college and celebrating getting a new job. She was feeling excited about the future but at the same time, she wasn't even thinking about moving ahead with anyone else in her life. She was happy just being on her own.
All of that had changed when she had seen Chris, however.
She had been leaving the bar, ready to head home, when he had approached her. Plenty of guys had hit on her in the bar that night, but she was used to that sort of thing by this point in her life.
She was in her early twenties and beautiful. She was quite short with shoulder-length black hair, big, green eyes, and delicate features - a small, dainty nose and a little heart-shaped mouth that begged to be kissed.
She had a slim, trim figure. Her legs weren’t long but they were toned. Her stomach was flat, her ass was good-sized and round and her breasts were large and perky. She had dressed in a way that flattered her figure that night. She was wearing a white dress that was low-cut enough to show plenty of cleavage and was also short enough to show off her legs. There was something about her, about the way that she looked, that elevated her looks from cute to stunning, to sexy, to beautiful.
She carried herself with a confidence that said that she was well aware of the effect that she had on the men around her.
More than a few men had tried to chat her up that night but she had been busy enjoying her night out with her friends. She had to admit that she quite liked the attention, though, but at the same time, she was firm when she turned them down whenever they tried to talk to her. She would say no when they offered her a drink but she'd do it with such a cute smile that she never seemed to offend and they never seemed to mind her refusal.
As she was leaving the bar that night someone came up to her outside.
“Hey,” the man said and she turned to him. She had been ready to once again politely decline whatever this man was about to offer her, assuming that it was going to be someone else offering her a drink. But when she saw him she froze for a moment, suddenly forgetting what it was that she had been about to say to him.
The reason that he had this effect on her was that he was far and away the best-looking man she had seen - not just that evening but for a very, very long time. He was slightly above average height which made him quite a bit taller than her since she was quite petite. He had a chiseled jawline, piercing light blue eyes, short blonde hair, and an athletic build. He had movie star good looks which she found immediately arresting.
She completely forgot what she had been about to say to him, how she had been ready to brush him off politely and tell him that she was on her way home. All of the words were suddenly mixed up in her head. She couldn’t seem to get them out.
“Hi,” she managed to say.
“Hi. I hope you don’t mind me coming over to you like this. I couldn’t help but notice you in the bar and, well, I wanted to approach you but I saw the way that you brushed off the other guys in there and I wasn’t sure if I could take the rejection. But now that I see you leaving I don’t want to miss out on the opportunity.”
“Opportunity for what?”
“To tell you how beautiful I think you are.”
She was immediately charmed by him despite herself. She hadn't thought that some random guy would have this effect on her but there was just something about this man that she couldn't deny.
"Well, thank you," she said. He asked her if she'd like to go for a walk with him. She had been ready to head home but still, she found herself assenting to go for a walk with him.
He was easy to talk to. She felt herself falling under his spell. She kept stealing glances at him and every time she did she felt her heart leap slightly, her stomach flip, at just how good-looking he was.
She didn't know how long they walked or even where they walked. She could barely remember anything that they had spoken about as they made their way through the night but when she had felt him take hold of her hand she had felt a slight blush of pleasure and squeezed his hand back.
"You know," he said a while later, "I live near here. Would you like to come back and see my place?"
“Sure,” she said, giving his hand another squeeze to let him know that she knew just what he meant and just what they were going to do.
Her heart was racing by the time they got to his apartment.
When the door was closed behind them he turned to her.
This is it, she thought to herself.
He took hold of her chin and tilted her face up to his.
He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. She thought that he was about to do more...but then he turned and took her hand, leading her through to the main room of his apartment.
They sat down on a couch next to one another and looked at each other for a moment.
Then he leaned in and began to kiss her again, only he was kissing her properly now, things escalating between them.
She had pushed against him and he had laid back on the couch, pulling her down on top of him.
She felt his hand slipping down her back, taking hold of her ass. They were kissing roughly now, giving into their passion. His hand pulled at her dress, slipping in below to take hold of her full ass.
She had straddled him, raising herself to look down at him. One of his hands ran up her body, taking hold of one of her breasts through her dress. She had known just what he wanted. She had pulled her dress up over her body and tossed it aside so that she was wearing nothing but her tiny little G-string.
His hands were all over her body. She reached down and undid his shirt. Then she licked at his body, tasting him, her tongue tracing the lines of his muscles.
He grabbed hold of her ass and shifted her up on the couch so that he could suck on her breasts. She moaned with pleasure.
She felt his fingers playing with her pussy, pushing the material of her G-string to one side and rubbing at her.
She undid his pants and pulled his big, hard cock out. It was just as big as she had dreamed it would be. She jerked him off and then slid off the couch to suck on it.
Then he pulled her up and threw her down roughly on the couch. Now he slid to the floor and pushed her legs apart. He peeled her G-string down off her body so that she was completely naked.
She could see the hunger in his eyes - wild, animalistic.
He bent forward and tasted her pussy, licking at it, getting her even more excited, even more, ready for his cock.
At last, he slid onto the couch, between her legs, and she felt his cock entering her.
She held him close as he began to fuck her slowly.
He began to go faster and faster. He went to his knees and bent her pliable little body into whatever position he wanted her in. She did whatever he wanted, willingly, wanting to see whatever his imagination could come up with, wanting to see how it would feel to have his cock slide into her from any new position which he tried.
When their orgasms hit they had been explosive. She had felt exhausted but at the same time, she had found herself wanting more. They had laid on the couch together and she had played with his cock absentmindedly till she felt it starting to stir again, starting to stiffen. And then they had begun again.