Wine and The Husband of my Sister's Best Friend - Sex Stories

Wine and The Husband of my Sister's Best Friend

... locked his mouth on to mine. He forced his tongue deep into my mouth, but I didn’t care, because I needed it. I couldn’t get undressed fast enough. My pussy was throbbing in anticipation. I held on to Steve’s cock and led him to the leather couch. I started to kneel between his parted legs, but Steve had other ideas, pulling me on top of his lap, his huge cock pressing against the outer bands of my pussy. I knelt in front of him, my knees astraddle his hips. He toyfully teased me, rubbing his huge cock against my clit. It was more than I could stand. “Put it in me,” I begged. Steve wasted no time. He held onto his cock as I slid on top of it. It was a very tight fit. I shrieked as he entered my vaginal canal. Slowly, I settled down on top of his hot rod until my pelvis met his. It was a wonderful feeling, his cock completely filling up my pussy. “Ooh. . . .my . . gawd . . . “ I remarked, rhythmically rocking my hips back and forth. Steve planted his hands on my breasts, teasing me with his light touch. I dug my finger nails into his chest and closed my eyes. Within seconds, I could feel the unstoppable rush of adrenalin coursing through my veins. I shook and shivered as a cataclysmic orgasm, one of several to happen that day, knocked me for a loop. Everything around me darkened for a brief few seconds. Steve didn’t hold back either. “I’m going to cum!” he announced. Before I could prepare for the inevitable, I felt his cock twitching. An all too familiar feeling of warmth ...

... filled my pussy. At the same time, my body shook uncontrollably. It was as though I was back in California and experiencing an earthquake. Va-boom! I blacked out. Totally out. I didn’t feel it coming and I didn’t realize I until I woke up, lying on my back, still naked, a cold compress on my forehead, Steve kneeling beside me. “Shit! You scared me,” he remarked as my eyes focused on my surroundings. “What the hell happened?” I asked. “You passed out,” Steve remarked. “Oh shit! What did I miss?” I asked. “Not much,” Steve responded. “The others are gone.” “What ‘others’?” I asked. Steve smiled. “You bastard!” I remarked. He had me for a brief second. I had never passed out before--not during sex. My pussy ached and it felt as though Steve was still inside of me. He leaned over and applied a light kiss to my lips--a kind of “thanks for being a friend and a lover” type of kiss. Steve left me feeling appreciated- a feeling I hadn’t experienced in years. I wanted more, but I knew he was married. I felt honored and sad at the very same time. I watched from my couch as he got dressed. “Can you stay for a just a little bit more?” I begged. “I wish I could,” Steve replied. “I’d love to spend the night ‘making love’ to you all night long.” He knew and I knew, our rondeveau was just another serendipitous event. He grabbed his clothes with his suit, bent over and gave me one more light kiss on my lips. I watched as he headed to the door of my studio. He opened the door and looked back at ...