Her Friend's Visit Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Her Friend's Visit Ch. 02

... wanted you all day. Hurry-up and fuck me."

I knew we were continuing an illicit relationship, but my dick over-ruled my brain and smothered any concerns from my conscience. Having such a beautiful woman kissing me was amazing. She pulled my shirt over my head and we tumbled to the floor. I pulled her pants and panties off and my eyes focused on her pretty pussy. She had a light-brown patch of pubic hair and a dark slit at the top of her smooth legs. I put my face in her pussy with my nose against her clitoris. I spread her labia with my tongue and slurped the nectar from her quickly moistening cunt. I used my fingers to expose her clit and eagerly licked her magic-button, sending her into an immediate orgasm. She bathed my face with her delicious juices.

We both realized that time was limited. My wife would return soon, so we commenced the main event. I moved up and slid my cock into her waiting vagina. I slipped in easily and once again, I enjoyed the wonderful feeling of being inside her. I was further aroused by the heat from her pussy and her internal muscles squeezing my prick. Her slippery channel clamped around my dick like a tight glove.

She quickly brought me to my own climax. I had enough presence to pull out and shoot my cum on her belly. When I rolled off her, spent and exhausted, she leaned over and took my flaccid prick in her mouth, sucking the remnants of our juices.

"I like to suck a cock after it's been in me." She said.

Obviously, she had ...

... previous experience.

"I used to suck Jimmy's prick when he had come inside me. He always had a little more cum that I could suck out of him." Jimmy was her estranged lover who she said she wanted to forget.

Then, I heard my wife's car in the driveway and leaped to my feet in a panic. I ran upstairs to our bedroom while Amy quickly dressed and reclined back into the couch, pretending to be wakening from a nap.

My wife asked where I was and Amy feigned indifference, saying I must be upstairs.

Tracy found me lying on our bed, in my underwear, pretending to be taking a nap. I should've washed my face. When Tracy kissed me, she smelled the scent of pussy on my face. The suspicions she'd had were confirmed. I expected her to be angry, but she surprised me.

"Your face smells like pussy." She said.

I tried to deny it. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't tell me that, I know what pussy smells like. I've smelled my cunt on your face many times."

It was true. I had often eaten my wife and then kissed her while we made love. She knew the smell of pussy. I didn't know if all pussies smelled the same, but I'm sure the scent is similar from one cunt to another.

I said, "That's ridiculous. Maybe you've permanently scented my face from sitting on it so many times."

She responded by kissing me deeply, holding my head in her hands, putting her tongue in my mouth and licking my chin to get the second-hand taste of her friend's honey-pot.

"Does Amy's pussy taste ...