Friend's Ex-Wife - Sex Stories

Friend's Ex-Wife

... have sex." Of course, to her ex-husband, the fact that she blew his hung friend and swallowed his load is wrong. But in this moment she can't think of such things -- all that concerns her is making this moment of us together sweet. Nancy is making it sweet for me. She is not stopping, despite my moans, and the sensation that my shaft and head, if anything, are getting warmer, bigger, and harder in her hands and mouth. She is hungry for that cum shot. She wants to feel it and experience it. I did not disappoint. Nancy had three or four inches of my cock shoved into her mouth when I went off. Suddenly there is this huge rush of liquid she feels pumping against the back of her throat, and then pouring down it. One of her hands went to my balls, which are too big to contain in one hand, and she gently milks them, as her tongue continues to pleasure the underside of my shaft and crown, totally surrendered now to my ejaculation. She wanted to see me shooting, close up, so she pulls her mouth off me but kept it open, and watches in amazement as I powered out several more thick ropes of semen into her open mouth from inches away. Nancy got up and snuggled into my lap as she thought about this, luxuriating in the feel of those arms going around her, barely noticing that her bare legs are on mine, and also in contact with my cum-soaked penis. She realized my cum is in danger of getting on her dress, and decided it would be easier to just take it off. So she did, leaving her in panties ...

... now as she sat on my lap enjoying one last make out with me. My hands went to her tits again and she let them, loving the feel of me holding her so firmly. She marvels one last time at the up close look and feel of me. Nancy started to kiss my neck, then my arms, my shoulders -- wanting to cover every inch of me with goodbye kisses before she'd never see me again. She works her way down to my thighs, now, turning me over so she can kiss all over my butt, letting Her tongue flick teasingly into the crack for a moment. She barely noticed that I'm getting hard again, but when she did, it is like one last treat -- to get to kiss up and down that gigantic shaft again and run her tongue over ever square inch of it this time, feeling its heat and hardness against her tongue. It never occurred to her that my fresh wood might mean something else is about to happen -- so committed was Nancy to the idea that we are just finishing up, and she had essentially been "good", in the one way that most mattered. Nancy knew it was incredibly naïve to think nothing more was going to happen, she wasn't thinking about it. She is enjoying the feeling of me kissing her. She is awoken from her trance in suddenly, a few seconds after I pulled her panties to the side placing my enormous engorged head of my cock, lodging it firmly between the outstretched lips of her vagina! My mouth is pressed hard against hers that if she opened it further in shock, or tried to speak in protest, it won't be heard. So ...