Dancing with a Friend - Sex Stories

Dancing with a Friend

... keeping every inch of his dick in my pussy. I’ve never cum so hard in my life! “Fuck! A car just pulled up the driveway!” John said pointing towards the window. I turned to look over my shoulder. “Shit! He’s back!” I shrieked in panic. I climbed from John’s lap onto the couch. I got up from the couch grabbing my pajamas and ran into the other room to slip them on. “I’m back!” My husband announced as he entered the house. “I hope you two are behaving yourselves.” He added with a giggle. “Of course we are hubby.” I said with a smile walking back to the couch sitting on the opposite end. “Come get your food from the kitchen!” My husband shouted from the other room. “I’m not really hungry, can you put mine in the fridge?” I shouted back. I heard him mumble something under his breath out of frustration. “Why did you have me go all the way across town if you’re not going to eat?” He griped. “Sorry Hun!” I shouted while sharing a look and silent giggle with John. My husband came back into the living room with his food and sat in the recliner against the wall. “So what were you two doing while I was gone?” he asked. “I told you we were going to watch the movie.” I replied. “The DVD player isn’t even turned on.” He said. “Oh, well we were waiting for you to get back.” “Sure, Ok.” He scoffed. “Did you get a drink or eat anything while I was gone?” He questioned. “No, we didn’t do anything.” I replied with a touch of attitude. “Because it looks like you spilled something. There is a ...

... big wet spot between your legs.” He pointed out. “Oh I must have held a cup between my legs when I was sitting on the couch.” “But you said you didn’t drink anything.” He accused, “Then it’s probably from when I washed my hands in the sink.” I grabbed for an excuse. “Hmm, I guess the big wet spot on the front of your friend’s jeans happened the same way.” He said sarcastically. “Whatever, I don’t know what you’re taking about. We just sat here talking while you were gone.” I said before grabbing the remote to start the movie in hopes of getting off the topic. Not 15 minutes of the movie went by before I was bored out of my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about John’s black dick and how hard it made me cum. It drove me insane knowing that the biggest dick I’ve ever seen was 3 feet away and there was nothing I could do about it. John must be as bored I noticed him checking his phone. A minute later I heard my phone ringing from upstairs. “Be right back.” I said as I stood up from the couch. “Do you really need to get that?” My husband asked giving me attitude. “Fine, I’ll leave it.” I said sitting back down. John must be texting me, I thought to myself. I spent the next five minutes thinking of an excuse to run upstairs and grab it. “Hun, can I have a piece of your sandwich?” I asked, noticing the red sauce that dripped down the front of his shirt. He tore off the end and handed it to me without saying a word. “Damn, this sandwich just dripped sauce all over my shirt.” I said ...