How I Acquired My Taste For Fucking Other Men's Wives - Sex Stories

How I Acquired My Taste For Fucking Other Men's Wives

... her husband’s tongue was still attending to her anus, but which also enabled her to finger herself. There was moisture, plenty of moisture, in spite of the fact that she hardly gave any other signs of arousal. The sound of her juices echoed in my ears. Then, abruptly, Emily rolled off Greg, ripping her fingers out of her pussy and sticking them up her husband’s nostrils. “Smell my pussy!” she ordered, sounding as nasty as I’d ever heard her. “Smell it!” Greg’s mouth fell open as it was the only way he could breathe. Then Emily adjusted her body, gripping Greg’s cock with her free hand and bringing her mouth up close. “Would you like a nice blowjob, darling?” she asked. “Ugh! Ugh!” Greg managed to get a fair bit of enthusiasm into the nonsense syllables. “Too bad!” Emily shouted, giving his cock a good hard slap. “I’m hungry for a real cock, not your pathetic little chipolata!” The look she gave me at that moment told me what she wanted. I climbed up on the bed. Emily was shifting her body again, her head just above her husband’s, still with two fingers up his nostrils, but now spreading her legs and shoving three fingers inside herself. For things to work, I had to grab hold of her head. Her lips parted as her malicious eyes turned on her husband. “Watch and learn!” she said. “Watch how a real man treats your wife!” I took this as licence to sacrifice decorum on the altar of boundless lust. I thrust my cock between Emily’s lips and pulled her head down on me. She gagged ...

... immediately, forcing her head back and letting out a deliciously greedy, “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” as saliva oozed out and dripped onto Greg’s face, where he still lay open-mouthed with Emily’s fingers up his nose. I pushed my cock back inside Emily, making sure I didn’t go too deep this time, so that I could give her face a good fucking without interruptions. Her head was so close to her husband’s that my balls grazed his cheek as I moved back and forth. The amazing thing about Emily was that she was in complete control, even when she appeared to be submissive. Hard eyes stared at me, telling me exactly who was in control, and that if I didn’t measure up, she’d dump me like a ton of hot bricks. Just to let her know I had no qualms about anything, I gave a hard shove, making her gag again and drool all over Greg’s face. As I continued fucking her mouth with no concern for anyone’s comfort, Emily plugged herself with her three fingers, working them so hard and fast that the loud squishing caused the spunk in my balls to come dangerously close to the boil. I gave a good hard thrust, forcing Emily off me to earn myself some relief. She coughed and spluttered, showering Greg with spittle. I was about to drive my cock back into her mouth when she pulled the fingers out of her pussy and spun round, wiping her juice soaked digits over Greg’s slimy cheek. “Do you want to fuck my pussy?” she asked. There was no fooling anyone. The tone of her voice told both Greg and I that there was no way he ...