Dancing with a Friend - Sex Stories

Dancing with a Friend

... laughed. “I’ll do anything to get some big black dick.” I smiled. A few minutes later we turned into our neighborhood. I shut off the headlights as I pulled into the driveway so not to disturb my sl**ping husband. We got out of the car and walked up to the front door. The lights were out and the door was locked making me confident that my husband was asl**p in bed. We stepped inside and closed the door quietly. I led John down the hall towards the living room. As I switched on the light I spotted my husband asl**p in his recliner. “Oh shit!” I whispered under my breath!” My heart skipped a beat in fear of being caught bringing another man into our house. I held onto John’s arm pulling him back as I felt him turn to run. “Honey, is that you?” My husband called out rubbing his eyes. “Yes hun, just got back from dancing.” I replied nervously. “Who is that?” He asked looking up at the man behind me. “Oh hun, this is John. He came out dancing with me tonight.” I said trying to think up an excuse for bringing a man home so late at night. “Um hey.” John waved awkwardly. “What is he doing here?” My husband asked with a puzzled look on his face. “Oh um, John’s ride left without him. I offered to give him a ride.” I said making it up as I went along. “And earlier he had told me he really wanted to see that new movie you were watching when I left, so I invited him over to watch it with me.” I added to complete my story. “Whatever, the movie is still in the DVD player. I’m going to pick ...

... up some food, you guys hungry?” My husband asked. “Yes I’m starving. Can you get me a sandwich from Little Italy?” I asked, not because I was hungry, but to buy John and I some time alone. The trip across town to Little Italy and back usually takes at least 25 minutes. “I’m already going to Palermo’s. Can I get you something from there?” My husband asked. “No! I really want my sandwich from Little Italy!” I insisted. “Ok, fine.” He said giving up without much of a fight. “Thanks hun. I’m going to run upstairs to change.” I said “Be back soon.” He shouted from the other room before closing the door behind him. Once upstairs I stripped down and looked for something to change into. Digging through my lingerie drawer I found a sexy black lace push up bra with matching panties. I quickly changed and grabbed an old t-shirt and long pajama pants to cover myself once my husband gets back. “Shoes!” I thought to myself before heading to my closet. I spotted a pair of black patent leather heels that would be perfect for the occasion. I slipped them on and called down to John before heading back downstairs. “Damn! You are sexy!” John exclaimed when he saw me coming down the stairs. My tits bounced with each step I took giving him quite a show. The bulge in his pants reappeared by the time I reached the couch sitting down next to him. “Now that we’re all alone…” I said as I undid the buckle on his belt. He leaned in kissing me deeply as I worked my way into his pants and wrapping my hand ...