There I was sitting on the bed just like you requested with a vibrator in my pussy and a dildo in my mouth.
I watched you unzip your jeans and release that thick lovely cock, I saw you move your hands back and forth.
You ordered me to thrust the vibrator faster, you wanted to see me come.
“Is my pussy nice and wet for me”, you said, I nodded “Yes”.
You climbed on to the bed and pulled out my vibe and dildo, “Lick the juices off, tell me how good you taste”.
I saw you looking at me, making sure I did as I was told.
I felt your thick cock enter my cunt and your nipples brush against mine. I raised my hands to touch your beautiful brown tits and you moaned “What’s a piece of plastic between friends”.
Our lips connected and you whispered “I know he won’t do this for you, he won’t fuck you like I do”.
You wrapped your fingers in my hair and pulled it just how I like, placing small bites on my neck. “Be careful, so that they won’t show, he can’t notice them, I don’t want him to know”.
The thickness of your cock invaded me, making me moan. I held on to the bed as tightly as I could, feeling each and every one of your thrusts.
I rubbed my clit slowly, so that the tension built up and I erupted all over my hands.
“Fuck me deeper”, I begged as you spread my legs even wider.
We took a shower together for the last time and you said “I’ll be there tomorrow, I’ll get there early”.
I kissed your lips, tracing them with my tongue and held you close to me.
Just like you promised you arrived on time, took a seat and watched.
You saw me kiss him, saw the diamond ring on my finger.
When I threw the bouquet of the flowers in the air, it was you that caught it. I smiled inside because I knew exactly what it meant.
My husband and I returned from our honeymoon in April and I agreed to be a stay at home wife, but I grew bored with nothing to do while he was at work.
So I called you.
“You have to tell him”
“How can I, we are married”
“Come on, especially after last night you called my name when he was fucking you”
“I styled it out”
“Really, is that why he kept on staring at me this morning”.
“What do I do?”
“We’re leaving”
“What, are you crazy?”
“We can leave tonight”.
I packed my bags, took a final look at the place.
All I could think was kind of woman does this, leaves the man she married for her friend. I wrote a note and just before I was about to leave, the phone rang.
“Is this Mrs Thorson?”
“Yes it is, who is this calling?”
“You know me very well I was at the wedding”.
“What is this about?”
“I’m just going to say like it is, I’ve been sleeping with your husband”.
Then I recognised the voice, but there was no way it could be true.
I put the phone down and called you, told you how the conversation went down and I remember you laughing “Well I be damned, your husband fucked his best man”.
