Dancing with a Friend - Sex Stories

Dancing with a Friend

... calling attention to the spot. “It’s just a T-shirt. Go change.” He said sounding annoyed. “Yea, I probably should. Be right back.” I said walking across the room. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I pulled my shirt off to thrown down to the laundry. “Why don’t you just strip right here?” He said sarcastically, unhappy about another man seeing me in my bra. I turned to say something back when he noticed my choice in underwear. “Why are you wearing a black lace bra?” he asked holding back his temper. “It was the only one I could find.” I said unable to come up with anything better. “Are you serious? You have an entire drawer full of new clean regular bras.” He said “Well I just grabbed the first one I saw.” “Yes, the one buried in the back of the drawer because you always complain about how uncomfortable it is.” “Ok.” “But this is what you change into after a long day to ‘get comfortable?’” He asked clearly not buying a word of what I was saying. “It’s just a stupid bra!” I shouted in frustration as I ran up the stairs hoping my anger would back him off. While in my bedroom I quickly changed shirts and grabbed my cell phone to check my messages. Sure enough there was one from John. “I bet your pussy is aching for my dick.” It read. “Yes! This is torture.” I replied. “At least you got to cum.” He said. “Well, here is something to think for now.” I said before taking a picture of my tits to send it to his phone. I left my room to head back downstairs before an idea popped ...

... into my head. I remembered all the times I jerked off a boyfriend under a blanket with my dad in the room when I was a teenager. I was a longshot but the very least I can use it to hide my texting. I grabbed a nice heavy blanket t and headed back downstairs to the couch. I sat on the couch spreading the blanket over me. I glanced up to make sure my husband was still focused on the movie before pulling out my phone to text John. “I’m still wet from cuming so hard!” I wrote “I’d have you cuming on my dick right now if your man wasn’t here.” He replied “God, I wish! I didn’t think he would be back so soon. Bad timing!” I wrote “At least you got to cum! My balls are full and I need to bust!” He said “If we can be really quiet I can slide over and jerk you off under the blanket.” I suggested “It would be really hot if you jerked me off with your husband in the room, but I’m not gonna cum until I’m balls deep in your tight pussy!” he replied “Oh god that would feel incredible! But until then…” I wrote back sliding up next to him on the couch. I spread the blanket over both of us before unzipping his pants. I grabbed his dick and started stroking my hand up and down his rock hard shaft under the blanket. “Oh, that feels good! As soon as he passes out climb back onto my dick and I’ll bust inside you.” He whispered into my ear. “I wish! But there is no way I would be able to keep quite with your big black dick inside me!” I replied. “If he doesn’t fall asl**p, drive me home after the ...