\u201cDeeper?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, push it deeper.\u201d The voice sounded tinny over the speaker function on my mobile phone but at the same time it was easily identifiable as my husband.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it\u2019s a 12 inch dildo\u2026 if I push it any deeper I think I will tear apart.\u201d<\/p>\n
The voice laughed, echoing slightly around my bedroom, \u201cof course you won\u2019t tear apart, my fist was fully embedded in you last week.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could only agree and so, taking a deep breath, I pull and pushed on the end of the dildo as inside I felt it slide deeper into me, the harness stretching my pussy in every direction as it slipped between my lips.<\/p>\n
\u201cMmmm\u201d I moaned loudly so that my husband knew that I was following his instruction.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou cheap fucking slut,\u201d he murmured in reply while in the background I could hear the slapping sound as he beat on his own cock. \u201cYou\u2019ve always wanted a black cock and now you are taking some.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was a fantasy that we both shared but had never acted on, restricting ourselves to watching interracial porn while one of us gave the other oral sex. At other times, rather than watching porn he would have me recount stories from my first boyfriend at university. He had been a 6 foot 3 inches, muscular hunk with 11 inches of thick, black cock. It had been an amazing experience but equally I had not been in a position to fully appreciate his efforts while he had found that one pussy was just not enough. Now though, in my early 40\u2019s, the idea of having sex purely for the thrill of it excited me to the extent that I would have forgiven all that boyfriend\u2019s indiscretions in order to ride him again.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow slide that cock in and out of you fast, I want to hear you scream.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eagerly, I obeyed my husband and my breaths became shallow and fast as I felt the first hints of an orgasm building within me.<\/p>\n
Bing bong\u2026 the sound caught me off guard and I stopped mid-way through a big thrust of the dildo. \u201cWhat was that?\u201d the voice called to me, the sound being only slightly audible to my husband.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was the doorbell, it can\u2019t be anything important, I\u2019ll leave it, I\u2019m sure they will go away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Withdrawing the dildo, I took a breath as I prepared to push it deep into my body again.<\/p>\n
Bing bong. The second press of the doorbell frustrated me, and I lay there in silence. Listening intently, I hoped for some indication of who was at the door but instead the only noise was the horny breaths of my husband on the phone combined with my own shallow breathing.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, go away,\u201d my husband said in a whisper. There was no need for him to talk so quietly but equally we were both in fear that our moment of fun would be ruined.<\/p>\n
Bing bong, the doorbell went for a third time and frustrated I pulled the dildo out of myself and threw it onto the sheets to the side of me. Sitting up, my blonde hair fell forward and down over my body, the longest strands landing on my pert breasts and rubbing against the nipples. \u201cI\u2019m going to have to go and see who it is, I\u2019ll call you back if I get a chance,\u201d I said before reaching out with a hand and ending the call with my husband.<\/p>\n
Sliding from the bed, I reached for my nightie and pulled it over my head. It did little to cover me and as I pulled my hair out from under the material, I checked myself in the mirror. My white skin was covered by a thin red cotton which allowed my dark nipples to poke through both in shape and colour while either side there was plenty of side boob on show. Length wise, the garment was too short as well and was the caller to watch me walking down the stairs they would get a full view of my waxed, smooth and naked pussy.<\/p>\n
Walking over to the bedroom door, I picked up my red satin dressing gown and pulled it over my shoulders. Tying it to the front, I noticed that it was not much longer than my nightwear though with the cover it provided for my shoulders I felt a thousand times less exposed.<\/p>\n
Bing bong rang the doorbell and I opened the bedroom door, \u201cI\u2019m coming!\u201d I shouted down the stairs while I reflected that it was not the \u201ccumming\u201d that I had been hoping for.<\/p>\n
Satisfied that I was dressed appropriately enough to answer the door, I stepped out onto the landing and headed for the stairs. I was still feeling sexy and horny, so each step came in an exaggerated, toes first, stride as my hips swayed in a way that I knew my husband found arousing.<\/p>\n
Reaching the bottom step, I approached the door, my long fingernails combined with the frustration I felt inside causing me to fumble with the key in the lock. Finally, with a click, I managed to unlock the door and pulling it open enough to look out, I peered through the gap.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi Mrs B,\u201d a voice on the other side of the door called out and as I focused my eyes they settled on an amazing sight. Dressed in a grey vest top, which showed off the toning of his upper body and black shorts, his black skin seeming to glisten in the sunlight, stood my son\u2019s best friend Michael.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, hi Mike,\u201d I said opening the door wider so that we could see each other and talk properly. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Kyle in?\u201d he asked, \u201cI need to talk to him about the trip we had planned for this summer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s not, Mike,\u201d I replied while trying to keep my mind from racing with thoughts of seducing my son\u2019s best friend. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you call him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, my phone is broke, I dropped it at work, and it smashed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I\u2019m sorry to hear that Mike, well he won\u2019t be back for at least an hour, maybe two.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn!\u201d Mike replied as he raised an arm and leant against the door frame. \u201cAny chance I can wait for him, it took the best part of an hour to get across town today and I don\u2019t need to go back to work.\u201d<\/p>\n
The thought of having such a hunky friend of my son in the house filled me with excitement but equally I knew that I wanted to get back to my bedroom and wank about him. \u201cUmmm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, I won\u2019t get in the way, I\u2019ll just watch some TV while I wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOK,\u201d I said, stepping out of the way and holding the door open, \u201cyou know where everything is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks Mrs B,\u201d Michael replied as he stepped inside the house and made his way towards the sitting room.<\/p>\n
I closed the door, \u201cI just need to pop upstairs for a moment,\u201d I called and a moment later I bounded up the steps and into my bedroom. The door closed with a slam more than a click as I pulled it shut before leaning back on it. My breath came in quick, short, bursts as I tried to compose myself at the thought that the only people in the house were myself and Michael.<\/p>\n
Ever since he had become and adult 6 months ago, I had felt a thing inside for him. He was so athletic and his skin so dark that the thought of being held by him, fucked by him thrilled me. There was no reason he would be interested in me though, girls, especially white girls regularly threw themselves at him. Often Kyle would recount how him, and his other mates would occasionally feed off Mike\u2019s outcasts. What I had not admitted to anybody was that I had been keeping count of the number of conquests Mike had achieved and knew he was already in the high twenties. Despite the number of lover\u2019s, he had taken though, the idea that I could be the next slut that he conquered turned me on.<\/p>\n
Stepping over to the bed, my hands shook as I picked up the telephone and searched for my husband\u2019s number. He knew that I liked Michael and I was certain he would be excited at the thought that the two of us were alone together.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d he spoke as I lifted the phone to my ear, \u201cis everything OK? Who was at the door?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael,\u201d I replied, realising that I was whispering in a sensual manner as I spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael?\u201d my husband replied, not immediately realising what I was talking about.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Michael, Kyle\u2019s friend Michael, you know, the one who makes me horny.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now you want to sit on the dildo and pretend it is him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d I wasn\u2019t sure how to admit the truth to my husband in that moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo? I thought the idea of him excited you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d I said again, \u201che\u2019s\u2026 ummm\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard my husband\u2019s breath shorten as he became aroused at the thoughts that were clearly racing through his mind. \u201cHe\u2019s there? Isn\u2019t he?\u201d my husband asked but I remained silent while his mind was now alive with the fantasies of what would happen next. \u201cHe\u2019s there, you\u2019re horny and you want him?\u201d<\/p>\n
My silence continued but for my husband it was just an invite for him to suggest what could now happen. \u201cYou could go downstairs, strip naked and offer yourself to him. He would reveal his huge cock and fuck you, his cum flooding into your fertile cunt. Or you could just offer yourself to him, invite him to take you away and keep you as his white slave for him to fuck whenever he chooses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop!\u201d my voice raised slightly, and I felt embarrassed at the thought that Michael may have heard me as I cut my husband off from his musings. \u201cLet\u2019s be realistic, he wants to say until Kyle arrives home, and I need to survive until then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOK\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s not going to be interested in me and I\u2019m married to you anyway and on top of all that he is the same age as our son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy wouldn\u2019t he be interested in you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m over 40 and a mother of one for a start.\u201d In truth I needed my husband to help hold me back, we had talked about fucking others but an 18 year old had not been on the list of options.<\/p>\n
My husband was having none of it though, he was ready for me to go the whole hog, to take Michael as a lover not just for today but in the future as well. \u201cYou\u2019re over 40 but you look closer to 30, you have a flat stomach that hides the fact that you have given birth and gorgeous tits that any man would love to suck. You still fuck like your 20, can take a pounding and lap up any cum that is on offer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
It was his turn to cut me off this time, \u201cno buts, I think you should go for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd how do you propose I do that? What if he decides to tell Kyle that his mum made a play for him?\u201d Taking a moment to think, my husband soon came up with a plan that he explained to me in detail. \u00a0\u201cSo you want me to test his response to certain stimuli while you listen in on the phone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have to admit, I am wet and desperate as I think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood, go do it then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pulling the phone from my ear, I studied the screen for a moment before switching on the speaker phone, \u201cyou\u2019re on speaker phone now,\u201d I said as I reached for the pocket on my dressing down. The phone slipped between the satin material and out of view.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m putting my phone on mute now,\u201d my husband replied.<\/p>\n
Turning, I slowly and carefully walked up to the bedroom door. Pulling on the handle, I attempted to open it slowly causing it to make a slight creaking sound as I did so. Descending the stairs, I turned into the sitting room to see Michael sitting there, his eyes glued on the television. My entrance into the room distracted him from the programme that he was engrossed in and I saw a smile cross his face as he looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you like a drink?\u201d I offered and the young man smiled again.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, do you have any Coke?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d I replied, and I headed towards the kitchen.<\/p>\n
As I passed Michael, I let my nearest hand brush lightly as if by accident against his shoulder. In reply, I heard him shift his position on the sofa and I wondered whether he was recoiling away or moving in his seat so he could get a better look. I entered the kitchen as the sound of Michaels\u2019 shoes on the tiles reached my ears, telling me that he had stepped into the doorway. Pretending that I had not heard him I stepped up to the refrigerator and opened it.<\/p>\n
Bending at the waist, I knew that my dressing down and nightie would rise-up and expose my arse towards him. Legs slightly open, if he was to tip his head, Michael would be able to see everything.<\/p>\n
Finding the Coke, I took a deep breath before rising from my position and turning around. My heart skipped a beat with excitement as I saw Michael also lifting his head back up, he had been looking, he had been staring at my wet and eager pussy.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy don\u2019t you take a seat and I will bring it through to you,\u201d I offered and with my free hand I pushed the door of the refrigerator closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure,\u201d he replied, \u201cI need something to cool me down I think.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alone in the kitchen for a moment I pulled the phone from its pocket and held it up to my mouth. \u201cHe was looking when I bent over, he got a real eyeful I think.\u201d I didn\u2019t expect a reply, the agreement was that my husband would remain silent throughout and so I dropped the phone back into the same pocket.<\/p>\n
Walking across the kitchen I stopped near to the door and put the can of Coke down for a moment on a work surface. I pulled at the tie of my dressing gown, releasing it completely and causing it for a moment to fall open. Then, retying it, I tugged it into a position that it could be released with just a gentle movement.<\/p>\n
Collecting the can again, I headed into the sitting room and walked round until I stood in front of Michael. \u201cHere you go!\u201d I offered as I leaned forward, holding the can out for him. A muscular hand reached up towards mine and our skin touched for a moment as he took hold of the can.<\/p>\n
I watched intently, as the hand retreated, the other coming up to join the one that was holding the Coke and with a hiss, Michael tugged on the ring pull and opened it. Taking a swig of the contents, I noticed that Michael\u2019s carefully studied every inch of my dressing gown clad body.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you seeing anybody at the moment?\u201d I offered, hoping that the answer was a firm no.<\/p>\n
Michael took another swig as he considered his answer, \u201cnothing serious, got a couple of girls who I go on dates with and have fun with but I\u2019m open to other offers. I\u2019m still young, I\u2019m not ready to settle down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand what you mean, I used to want to play around a bit when I was your age as well.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a definite brightening of Michael\u2019s eyes as I gave my answer. \u201cI bet you were a lot of fun when you were young Mrs B.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI could be,\u201d I replied, choosing my words carefully. \u201cTruth is though, sometimes, when you get older you realise what you might have missed out on as a younger person, those things that you would have experienced differently with a bit more knowledge.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you mean Mrs B?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease, call me Liz, you\u2019re a grown man now, there\u2019s no need for such formality.\u201d The invitation to use my first name seemed to cause Michael to relax even more and now he watched me with an open lust.<\/p>\n
\u201cOK, Liz\u2026\u201d the word clearly felt strange in his mouth, \u201cwhat do you mean when you say that you wish you had experienced things differently?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love my life, my husband, my family, don\u2019t get me wrong,\u201d I replied carefully. \u201cBut when I was young, it was the thing then that you judged boyfriends who couldn\u2019t keep it in their pants more harshly. People were brought up to think that it all had to be about love and marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean you had some opportunities that you wish you had taken but didn\u2019t because life was more prudish at the time?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded in confirmation rather than giving an answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes that mean if you were young today, then you\u2019d screw around more?\u201d<\/p>\n
Stepping back, so that I could give Michael a better view of my body, I deliberately rested against the arm of the chair behind me. My legs opened slightly so that I could brace myself better and I realised that only the dressing gown prevented him from seeing everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not that old yet, I still feel young inside even if I am not 20 anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael shifted in his seat as if positioning himself to get a good look at what he hoped he was about to see. \u201cOh, I don\u2019t think your that old, in truth you\u2019re one hell of a Milf.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d I replied as one of my hands accidentally caught on the tie of my dressing gown. It released and the gown fell open to reveal my nightie as I stared at Michael\u2019s face to watch his reaction.<\/p>\n
There was a sharp intake of breath as his eyes widened at the sight of my body. I glanced down to see that he would be able to clearly make out the shape of my breasts and my pussy was openly displayed to him.<\/p>\n
Michael stood up, a hand rubbing against his chin as he considered his options. \u201cHow would your husband think about this?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
Smiling at the question, I drew the phone from my pocket and threw it so that it landed on the sofa, \u201che\u2019s listening to every word.\u201d<\/p>\n
The comment caught the young man off guard and his head jerked so that he could stare at the phone. \u201cHe knows that you are trying to seduce me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe can hear every word.\u201d<\/p>\n
Taking a step toward me, Michael drank in the sight before him, \u201cso he knows that you are wearing such a revealing outfit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I replied breathlessly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he knows that I can see your cunt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he knows I am stepping closer and closer towards you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell he does now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd does he know that I am taking you by the hand, pulling you to your feet and into my arms?\u201d<\/p>\n
As he described what he was doing, Michael did exactly what he had said and a moment later I found myself engulfed in his strong arms. We kissed, gentle at first but soon deeply and sloppily. His tongue, pushed its way into my mouth and I responded greedily, meeting it with my own while I gently sucked on his.<\/p>\n
\u201cLiz, strip naked!\u201d The voice was tinny, and I realised that my husband had disabled to mute and was talking to both of us. \u201cStrip naked and let him suck on your tits.\u201d<\/p>\n
Giving a gentle push of my hands, created the distance that I needed between Michael and I and then as he watched a let the dressing gown fall from my shoulders. Then, crossing my arms over I grabbed at the hem of my nightie and pulled the item up and over my head. As the hem passed over my breasts, I felt them jiggle free and into the full view of my new lover.<\/p>\n
\u201cWow!\u201d Michael exclaimed as I stood in front of him, naked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou like?\u201d it was my husband again who asked the question.<\/p>\n
\u201cLike? I want to get a chance to properly fuck her on a regular basis.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow about we see how today goes first?\u201d I offered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you waiting for then?\u201d It was my husband who spoke again and encouraged by the comment Michael took me in his arms again. This time, he placed a hand on one of my nipples and squeezed it gently. As he did so a thrill past through my body and I wondered about where today was going to lead. We kissed again but this time Michael slowly worked his lips down my body and onto my chest. Kissing the top of my chest, just above the breast with gentle pecks of his lips he then worked his way lower. It felt great to feel his hot breath on my skin until, finally in position, he pushed out his tongue and licked one of my nipples.<\/p>\n
The nipple hardened instantly, and I looked down to see Michael taking it between his lips. He nibbled it, causing a flood of wetness between my legs in the process. I needed to feel some penetration down there and guiding one of my hands, I took hold of the arm that Michael had placed around my body. Pulling it gently, I brought it back in front of me and interlocked our fingers as I tested their size and thickness with my own. Then, moving the hand again I guided it down and between my legs, holding his palm against my clit with my own. Understanding, Michael guided his hand further under and then with a gentle push, he worked a finger into my hole.<\/p>\n
A gasp escaped my lips as the realisation that I was being penetrated, even if with only a finger, by a man other than my husband, for the first time in 19 years. My head dropped and I kissed Michael\u2019s shoulder as I moaned and squirmed under his touch.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s happening? My husband called out from the mobile phone, \u201call I can hear is moaning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fingering your slutty wife, and she is loving it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is,\u201d I managed to squeak out between the rapid thrusts of Michael\u2019s fingers, \u201cbut now I need his cock.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMmmm, you nasty slut,\u201d replied my husband, \u201cbut only a blow job.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh yeah, I\u2019d love you to suck my black cock.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt Michael back up towards the sofa and as he did so he pulled me with him. Removing the fingers from my pussy, he stood upright and placing a hand on each of my shoulders he gave me a gentle nudge and I willingly fell to my knees. By chance, we were the perfect difference in height, and I found myself staring directly at Michael\u2019s crotch.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou ready for this?\u201d he asked, and I realised that he was getting a thrill just from that first exposure of his cock. At the same time, I realised that I was no different and I was desperate to see just how big and black it was.<\/p>\n
Taking hold of the top of his shorts with his hands, Michael pushed them down slowly until I could see just the very base of it. It looked thick and hard though due to the position of the shorts the cock was being held so that it pointed downwards. Flicking my eyes further down I could see that the head was pushing against the material of the shorts a long way below where the base was.<\/p>\n
Michael edged the shorts ever lower so that each inch of his dick was exposed bit by bit. It looked amazing and my mind started to fill with thoughts of sucking it and how I wanted nothing more than to taste and please it. My head edged closer, so that I could inhale the smell and I realised that it seemed young, fresh and clean in a way that only a cock like this could.<\/p>\n
Finally, Michael held the shorts so that if the dropped any further it would fully release his shaft. It was a truly amazing sight, the sort of thing that normally a woman only sees when she buys the biggest and nastiest of dildos.<\/p>\n
Looking up into his face, our eyes met, \u201cI need to taste you, experience you, please you,\u201d I said loud enough for my husband to hear. Then, as my gaze returned to the penis, Michael let go of his shorts. They fell away towards the floor and as they did so his hard length sprung forward and into my face. It bobbed in front of me as my body thrilled with more thoughts of what I wanted to have done to me by Michael.<\/p>\n
My tongue extended outwards until the tip touched against the very top of the head of his cock. Then, the contact seemed to pull the rest of my mouth forward until my lips made contact as well. Now it was Michael\u2019s turn to groan as I took my first taste of his perfect snake.<\/p>\n
Opening my mouth further, I managed to fit the head of his cock between my lips and sucked gently as with a hand I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. \u201cGood girl,\u201d Michael said as I picked up the pace and thrilled every inch of his cock with my intense attention.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet her to take it deep, her throat is very accepting!\u201d called my husband from the mobile phone and I felt Michael place his hands on the back of my head. My hand fell away from his length as my mouth was pulled closer so that the cock pushed deeper. It was a challenge, my husband was right, I could take a good cock deep into my mouth, but this was no mortal\u2019s penis. This was the dick of a black God and that made it far more of a challenge as the head slid into my throat.<\/p>\n
Concentrating, I managed to open-up so that with the right position I could feel the head of the cock slide past my tonsils and blocking my ability to breath. The shortage of breath made the experience a challenge but at the same time it excited me to be orally used by such a monster. Michael started to slide himself in and out of my mouth and I greedily sucked in air with every chance I got while my mouth hungrily swallowed every inch I could manage.<\/p>\n
Pulling himself free of my lips, I found myself gasping for breath as I realised how little air I had left. Then, Michael pulled me onto the sofa so that I lay on my back, my head leaning backwards over the edge. I watched as his cock bounced in front of my face and waited for him to put himself back in. My bum, lifted on the back of the sofa, caused my legs to fall open and I knew that he would get an eye full of my wet pussy.<\/p>\n
I felt a hand between my legs, as fingers started to push their way back into my hole. Then, Michael moved in again with his cock, offering it to my eager mouth as I sucked him inward and onto my tongue. Now that I was in this position, the throat fucking was more vigorous, and Michael slid his length in and out of me in between my desperate gasps for breath.<\/p>\n
Slowly, the fingers that were penetrating me became a fist and I felt myself being stretched in a completely new way. My husband had fisted me on a number, but he had never felt as big as Michael\u2019s hand. The knuckles squeezed into me causing me to feel like I was being ripped apart but so desperate was I to please him that I allowed it to happen anyway.<\/p>\n
The fingers curled inside, and I realised that the fist was completely inserted as Michael thrust with his cock and pushed himself deeper into my throat than ever. As he did so I felt his balls against my nose for a moment until they tightened. In my mouth and throat the cock seemed to stretch, and pulse to an even greater thickness for a moment and then a hot stream of cum exploded out. His orgasm seemed to last for ever as cum flooded from it and into my throat and mouth making me taste every drop of it.<\/p>\n
Unable to breath, I had no choice but to wait for the thrust of his cock to subside enough that Michael was finally able to partially withdraw. He grunted as he did so, and I felt a splash of the last few drops of cum on my face as finally his cock left my mouth. Craning my neck, I was able to kiss and lick the tip to make sure that it was fully clean.<\/p>\n
Falling backwards, I watched as Michael sprawled on the floor, his legs open, his rapidly softening cock lying between them as it glistened with the wetness of my mouth. I rolled round on the sofa and picked up the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s cum, I swallowed most of it, but some is covering my face,\u201d I said into the speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are a slutty girl,\u201d my husband replied, \u201cnow you better clean yourself up before Kyle gets home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I better had,\u201d I replied and hung up the phone. Then jumping from the sofa, I crossed over to where Michael sat on the floor and straddling him, I sat on his legs. \u201cDo you think you can get hard and fuck me this time?\u201d I asked eagerly.<\/p>\n
Kissing my breasts Michael looked up into my face, \u201cI am sure I can, but will your husband be happy?\u201d<\/p>\n
I was about to reply when the sound of a car on the driveway attracted my attention, \u201cshit, Kyle is home.\u201d Standing, I grabbed my nightie and dressing gown, holding them in my hand. \u201cYou better sort yourself out quick,\u201d I said before running for the stairs. Inside I knew that my son could never find out about what I had done.<\/p>\n
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