Liar - Sex Stories

Liar

... you go right home. You know she’s watching.”

I had to chuckle at the irony of what she had just said. We need to pretend we’re fooling around so my wife will believe we’re fooling around. How fucking bizarre is that? I shut off the truck and followed her inside. I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she puttered around. A few minutes later, we were sitting on her couch with wine in hand. Beth set her glass down and took my hand. “I think we covered the first-time sex part pretty well on our hike. She’s going to want to know about after. What did we do after you shot your hot load deep into my orgasming pussy? Hmmm?”

I picked up the narrative. “We’re both breathless, and I can’t stop looking into your beautiful green eyes. When we can breathe again, I know I have to kiss you. I have to show you in some small way how much what we have done means to me. I kiss you deeply and lose myself in it for the longest time. I finally let you up before we ruined your couch, and you led me to the bathroom.”

Beth stood and pulled me to my feet. “You mean like this?”

She led me down the hallway to the bedroom and into the bathroom. “We were naked after making love, so, you know.”

Beth pushed my shirt up, and I pulled it the rest of the way off. I returned the favor. Things moved rapidly after that until we were both naked. I looked at her and lost my ability to move. I had seen Beth in some pretty skimpy bikinis before, but never fully nude. Her body was perfection. If ...

... there was any doubt in her mind about what I thought, the raging erection pointing at her quickly removed it.

She stared at my cock and grinned. “He looks a bit angry. Kinda like he wants to poke something.”

She leaned into the shower and turned the water on. I am sure she had no intention of displaying her amazing ass so erotically while she did it. Purely accidental. The hand that gently squeezed her ass wasn’t accidental at all, but I was surprised that it belonged to me. I didn’t remember telling my hand to do that, although I did note that once I found it on her ass, I wasn’t in a rush to remove it.

She leaned back against me while her hand kept mine right where it was. The steam began to fill the room as Beth led me into the shower. We shared the body wash and used our hands. Beth was running her fingers across my chest. Her trailing thumbs circled my nipples and made my cock throb against her wet stomach. She giggled. “We’re showering together as one should after amazing sex with lots of sweat and wonderful juices flowing. There is a problem with that, though, because the more I wash, the more I want to touch.”

Beth’s hands swept down my stomach and gripped my cock. Her hands pumped me slowly; her lips were so very close to mine. “When I touch you, it makes me want to kiss you. So, of course, we did.”

Her lips were suddenly hot on mine, and our tongues were clashing. My hands were both squeezing her ass without my express permission. My hands and I have ...