Wife’s BFF Linda P4 - Sex Stories

Wife’s BFF Linda P4

... captivating woman. When we embrace, I lean in and whisper, “You look amazing.” We sit down, and Linda discreetly squeezes my thigh and brushes her hand over my stiffening cock under the table, sending tingles up my back. I order another scotch, and Linda opts for a glass of champagne. Sitting next to me on the bench side of the table, I notice her legs as her dress rides up slightly.

Linda looked slyly at me and said, “Did I shock you with the anal text.”

I smile and say, “Are you serious about wanting to try anal?”

Linda said, “I’m very serious. I know that Anna doesn’t give you her ass, so I think you should have mine.”

I reply, “I bought some toys and lube just in case.” Linda gives me a devilish smile.

Linda and my wife have a deep connection, frequently discussing the dirty details of their sex lives. Linda knows Anna’s hesitations regarding anal sex and that she does not enjoy anal penetration. Linda seems to be purposefully testing boundaries, perhaps aiming to surpass her best friend’s limitations. Regardless of Linda’s motivations, this idea ignites an insatiable craving in me.

Linda and I have a delightful lunch with plenty of drinks; we are getting pleasantly tipsy. Our conversation is playful, filled with teasing touches and seductive glances. The sexual tension between us grows with our discreet caresses, causing a noticeable bulge in my pants. Linda suggestively says, “Let’s get out of here and go to the room for dessert.” I order champagne ...

... for Linda and scotch for myself to be brought to our room and quickly settle the bill.

Linda and I lose all sense of discretion walking to the elevator. Lust takes over. We act like teenage lovers, fueled by the atmosphere and maybe the drinks. In the elevator, we passionately kiss and touch each other. Linda strokes me while I explore under her dress, feeling her thigh and brushing her wet pussy through her panties. We indulge in our desires as we ride to the top floor undisturbed.

As we enter the room, our mouths collide in passionate kisses while our hands eagerly explore each other’s bodies, unleashing our inner wildness. Linda skilfully undoes my shirt buttons, leaving me shirtless. Our lips and hands fervently wander, tracing every contour and hollow; the overwhelming intensity of our desire consumes us. I unzip Linda’s dress, allowing it to gracefully fall to the floor, revealing her white bra struggling to contain her ample breasts and tiny white panties. I unclasp her bra, setting her magnificent breasts free, a sight that takes my breath away.

I settle into a comfy armchair; Linda sits on my lap, kissing my neck and whispering, “Jon, I want you so bad.” Just as things start to heat up, room service interrupts us with a knock on the door. I hastily compose myself and rush to answer the door while Linda hurriedly escapes to the bedroom. A young man arrives with our drinks and ice, pushing a cart, and notices the scattered clothes strewn across the floor. His ...