FRIEND'S HUSBAND FUCKS ME AFTER I HAVE A SPAT WITH MY HUSBAND - Sex Stories

FRIEND'S HUSBAND FUCKS ME AFTER I HAVE A SPAT WITH MY HUSBAND

... so you probably won’t see him until tomorrow, either.”

I said, “That sounds good, Tracy.... really, I’ll be fine.... I just hope Chris doesn’t mind having me stay over like this.”

Tracy laughed and said, “No, he won’t mind at all.... he and his sales team like to go to a strip club a couple times a month, so that’s where he is tonight. He typically comes home really late when they do that, so you’ll probably be in bed by then.”

I settled onto the sofa in my robe, with the TV on and another bottle of Merlot in front of me, as Tracy headed out the front door to her conference.

After drinking about half the bottle of wine, I must have dozed off on the couch, because a splashing sound from the patio just beyond the living room woke me up. A little bleary eyed and dazed, I looked out through the glass patio doors and saw a figure out there in silhouette, climbing out of the water onto the deck surrounding the pool.

I figured this must be Tracy’s husband, Chris. I checked my watch, wondering if I’d slept longer than I thought, but it was only a little after 10 pm, so it appeared that he had come home much earlier than expected.

I sat up on the sofa and watched him drying himself off on the patio deck.... backlit by the moonlight, all I saw was a dark figure facing away from me, as he rubbed his arms and legs with a towel. Even in silhouette I could tell that he was as big and in shape as I remembered from when I met him at their wedding.... broad shoulders and ...

... narrow hips.... I was a bit surprised at how much I was enjoying the show.

As I continued watching, he turned to his left.... so that I was seeing him in profile.... and totally stunned me when I saw him slip off his wet swim trunks and drape them over the nearest chaise lounge. Still in silhouette, I could see that his dick.... every bit as long and thick as Tracy had claimed.... was semi-hard, sticking out away from his torso, with a gentle bend to the shaft... the wide, mushroom-shaped tip pointing down at the patio deck in front of him.

I muttered to myself, “Holy shit,” then just continued to watch, as he used the towel to rub his hair dry... causing his impressive cock to swing back and forth, and wobble up and down until he was done.

When he was finally done, he wrapped the towel around his waist, and came into the living room where I was sitting.... now fully awake.

When he saw that I was awake, he said, “Oh... hey, you must be Tracy’s friend, Michelle.... she told me you were staying over tonight.... I was trying to be quiet so I didn’t wake you.”

Struggling to keep my eyes off the obvious bulge underneath his towel, I smiled up at him and said, “Yep... I’m Michelle.... and you’re Chris... I met you at your wedding several years ago.”

He grabbed a glass from the kitchen, then came over to the couch, saying, “Yeah, I remember you. You were wearing that green wrap around cocktail dress at the reception.”

“Wow... I’m impressed that you remember... that ...