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

... was quite a while ago.”

He grinned and, glancing down at my barely covered breasts, and obvious nipple bumps in Tracy’s thin robe, said, “Yeah, but that dress showed a lot of cleavage, and made your boobs really stand out.... I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”

I blushed a little as he sat down next to me... his towel barely long enough to cover the long shaft pressing against it... and poured himself some wine, then added more to my glass on the coffee table.

He chuckled and said, “Wow... there’s barely half a bottle left... did you drink the rest by yourself?”

I smiled and said, “Yeah... I thought I was going to be here by myself until I went to bed, so was pretty much planning to finish the bottle.... it’s probably a good thing that you came home early to spare me the hangover.”

Chris laughed, unconsciously adjusted himself through the towel, and said, “Well, I was out at a strip club with the guys tonight, but Tony’s wife called and he had to leave, so the party sort of broke up early.”

With a wry smile he noticed that my eyes kept glancing at his crotch, where I could actually see the tip of his penis resting on the sofa cushion about an inch below the edge of his towel.

He said, “We had plenty of lap dances and got to see some really nice tits,” then he leaned over, slipped his hand inside my robe, and squeezed one of my breasts, adding, “but none of them were nearly as beautiful as yours...”

I was a bit unnerved by this move.... I blushed a ...

... deeper red, and pushed his hand away, saying, “Wha.... but.... what the hell, Chris.... what are you doing?”

He laughed and leaned over even more, grabbing my boobs with both hands and said, “I always come home from these trips to the strip club with a stiff cock, and Tracy is usually here to take care of it for me.” I tried unsuccessfully to stop him from man-handling my tits, but he was so strong, I wasn’t able to stop anything that he was doing. With very little effort he was able to untie my sash and push my robe completely open, as he leaned even more heavily on top of me.... caressing my breasts and pulling on my nipples.

Trying desperately to push him off, I mumbled, “I’m married, Chris... and so are you! What about Tracy?”

Still laughing, he said, “Aw, she won’t mind... if she was here, she’d take care of me herself... it’s just our luck that you’re here, instead.”

I stopped talking, and just tried to focus on getting out from under him, but by then Chris had pulled me down onto the sofa, pushed my legs apart, and positioned himself squarely between my thighs. With one hand still holding me down on the couch, Chris used his other hand to pull the towel from around his waist and toss it onto the floor by the sofa.

I couldn’t help but look down between us and check out the huge prick... now fully erect... that was poised near my totally exposed vagina. Holy fuck, that thing was big.... it was much longer than Drew’s... and thicker, too. I couldn’t take my ...