A message on the voice mail was the only notice of his imminent arrival. Less than 12 hours from now, Doug would be here to stay for 48 hours. He’s subdued heavily in frustration. Twice before she came to him. The first time, many years before, was rejected. He hurt his ego. The second was during a visit when he had surgery on the shoulder. I can’t blame him for not being sexually interested. It was a remarkable pain. But you and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man he could be with. It was definitely his fantasy. If it would become a reality it would be another story.

Of course, he had to work both nights in town. While reading in bed the first night, Greg was telling her how he and Doug had spent the evening in a bar, discussing a multitude of subjects. They were long-time friends, having been on a ship together. Neither had he ever seen the other do anything sexually wrong with another woman, but they had a rush on an accident where a friend had sent away a girl from their room without even asking if it was ok. Throughout the evening, Doug referred to wishing the girl had remained, as well as other sexual arguments. Greg had sparked, he said, “You never know,” and he made passionate love to me as if he was strong enough for Doug to hear in the next room.

The next night, Greg and Doug hit a drink bar again and conversation. At some point in the conversation, Doug commented that he would not have had a problem having sex with another woman in this city, as he no longer lived here. He made it clear he was more interested in me. I joined them at the bar, and the sexual nuances were fantastic. He looked at Greg with caution, but he gently touched my arms and knees while doing a point. We went home and sat down and talked for several hours. While the conversation is interrupted, Greg started to doze in the chair. With a shake, he stopped and announced he was going to bed and wanted Doug a safe trip home. He was so obviously tired that no one thought about it. At first.

The words literally stopped and looked at us. “Why do we do it?” I finally asked. “Because we’re both a little scared,” he said. I did a gesture and moved on my side to the couch. “Silly,” I said as leaning toward him. The kind kiss I had intended quickly became much more. Intensity flares when his hands began to touch and caress my body. I moaned, bowed, allowed him total access to my body still covered. We broke our kiss, just to get him to start kissing my neck. I felt her hands slip under my shirt so I leaned down to help her search for my breasts. My bra I had removed early in the evening, so her fingers discovered my hardened nipples and warm skin. She did the toy with me, slipping and slipping her hands and fingers over and around my body.

Soon my shirt was gone. He looked at the staircase and we discussed going to the spare bedroom. He said he didn’t want to be near the children’s rooms, so we retired to the family area. Under a five for six feet, ceiling floor window we started again. His mouth approached every nipple in turn. His shirt followed mine to the ground. I shoved his nipples, sucking almost hard. His answer was immediate and positive. He bowed his back so my mouth pulled out his nipples. My shorts and pants were quickly discarded. My pussy was on fire while her hands played with me, and at no time I was sopping wet. His face came down and gasted me while his tongue was working is magic. “I want you to come for me,” he said as he looked at my pussy. He returned his mouth and I groaned loudly. With wide shots and delicate blows, his tongue pushed me up to the end, I bowed my back and I cried. My orgasm was overwhelming, an electric arc!!! I put my pube in my mouth like a series of orgasmic tremors took me.

He stopped and left his pants and underwear at his ankles. He kicked them out, and I caressed his hardness. Thanks, thank you. It wasn’t huge, but his dick was an adorable specimen. I dared the tongue through the head, tasting the precum collected there. I slowly surrounded the crown with my lips, running my tongue around the edge. She moaned while raising my lips and began to tongue the lower side from the crown to the balls. I hit him very slowly while my saliva lubricated. My hand is slipped as if fattened, my fingers rotated and rotated. I returned my lips to his dickhead, suddenly swallowing the length (as I could best). I started sucking it, using my mouth like a very tight pussy and my hands slip and slip. In seconds he moved away. “Oh, no,” he said with a gleam in his eyes, “I have to fuck you.” With this, he pushed me back on the couch and drove his hardness towards me.

The entrance of his dick gave incredible sensations. I have moaned several times how she slipped into me. I could finally hear his balls against my asshole. It was so good!!! So full!! He retired a bit and took him home. I grunt into the appreciation, pushing me against him to get the maximum depth. Once again, he broke up. I felt my orgasm rise quickly. “This won’t take long,” I thought about myself. Suddenly he stopped. “I can’t do that,” he said, “the floor is killing my knees.”

“I have the cure,” I said while I was lying on the couch. “Come here.” He did. Sir did. I came at least twice as much while we were fucking. The moonlight that flows through the window gave constant reminder that anyone would see me get totally and completely fucked. You could see me acting like a slut in the heat. While my second orgasm was subsurfaced, I had an evil thought. “God, I’m gonna wake Greg up when I go upstairs and make him eat my pussy again and fuck me,” I thought of myself.

So I did. But this is another story.