Your Wife Didn't Want Me to Leave

you were doing okay. The hour was getting late, and I told Cynthia that I needed to be going, But then she asked if I wouldn't mind staying an hour to sort of keep her company. She said she had been distraught since she was in the house alone with herself. She missed your presence. That was evident. I figured what the hell and decided to do just that. Cynthia offered me a beer. If I'd known one was going to lead to a second, I likely wouldn't have accepted it.

But I was such a fool not to have been aware of what your wife had in mind. She had herself a beer too, then settled in a lazy chair with her legs curled under her while your labrador pet snuggled beside her chair. A movie was playing on the TV, but we spent more time talking about you than anything else.

She talked about how she always looked forward to whenever you invited me over on Saturdays to watch a football game, and reminded me of the time I helped with cleaning out the barbecue grill during the previous Fourth of July holiday. I tried to tell her I was only glad to have helped. You would think she would leave it at that, but then she continued about how strong I always looked compared to you, and how she wished you didn't have a beer get unlike me. It sounded weird, but I

tried to put it off as nothing. I figured it was all in good faith. Cynthia later left her chair and came and knelt before me. This was while I was into my second beer and was still to feel a little light headed. She was caressing my thighs, telling me what a handsome man I was and how she wished her Darryl could be like me. I recognized where things were going and felt uncomfortable about it. Cynthia, we shouldn't do this. We shouldn't do what Ollie. Whatever it is,

your thinking of doing it. Won't be good. Your husband won't like it. Of course he would, she said, before hitting me with a bombshell. I've already talked to Daryl about it, and he agrees what. She then produced her phone out of her pocket and dialed a number. A voice came on, and she offered me the phone. Go ahead and talk with Daryl. I told him already that you'll be here. I looked at her in disbelief, wondering whatever type of setup this was turning into. I accepted

the phone and assumed this was some foul joke. Your voice came on. You asked if I was in your house, to which I said yes. You asked what, Cynthia woanding at the moment she was nimbly undoing my belt buckle. I mentioned this, expecting you to sound angry, except you didn't. What the fuck's going on here, Darrell, I asked, I don't want to end up doing something that I might regret later. You've got nothing to regret, buddy. Cynthia has always had a thing for you, and I'm way too

incapacitated to be of service for her. I know this is going to appear awkward, and I had no other way beside this to go about it. I'd like you to go ahead and show Cynthia a good time. She's been wanting it since. Cynthia had loosened my belt, undone my jean buttons, and was attempting to wrestle my jeans down my waist. I was double minded whether to assist

her or scramble out of her home. It took a split second to make my decision, as I then lifted myself off the chair and allowed her to do her thing while her husband kept talking into my ear. The doctors say I'm going to be out of it for another two weeks, buddy, Darryl droned on, I'll be home before then, but I'm going to require plenty of recuperation time. Hm. That sucks to hear, I replied, Yeah, it sure does.

And nobody's going to suffer the most than Cynthia. I won't be capable of taking care of her in any way until I get better. Right now, I can't tell how long that will be. She's a good girl. She just needs plenty of sex to keep herself happy, know what I mean. Cynthia had my genes down to my ankles and had stopped to assist me out of my shoes, leaving only my pair of socks. It would be a real favor if you can help me out with making her feel happy. Darryl went on, you might not want

to do it a second time. Frankly, you won't have to. But just this one time, I've heard you, Darrell, I said, figuring he had spoken enough. I'll see how well I can help out. Darrell's voice brightened. Good, that's all I wanted to hear from you, Ollie. Thanks a million, You're a genuine friend. I was stunned to hear him say that, and I then ended the call so as not to hear more and drop my phone on the table beside me.

Cynthia lifted her tank top to expose her ample breasts and closed behind her bra She reached behind to unclasp it, and her thirty six deep pair of tits fell forward. She had lovely tan lines highlighting her tits. The sight of them got me eager to see what she looked like without her clothes. My erection was attentive to pussy

and nodded towards her. She applied one hand to my shaft, and when that wasn't enough, brought a second and began stroking me, before then bringing her mouth to breathe on me. Cynthia gripped my cock like she was holding onto a tent pole, while sucking me with vigorous enthusiasm. She would stop to reach down and suck my balls, then return to choking on my meat. She had me gasping within minutes. I have to ask, is this how you and Darrell

liked to play? I asked. Cynthia smiled and said, I promise if you do a good job fucking me tonight, then I'll let you in on a little secret. She allowed me to rise from the chair so I could get rid of my shirt. Cynthia grabbed my waist and kept planting her face against my pelvis, swallowing my entire shaft down her throat. She took it like a champ, like it was something she was born to do. Sex seemed to be something she was good at doing. We

relocated to their bedroom. I was initially reluctant, but Cynthia drew me past the doorway, saying it was okay. Darrell isn't here to watch, she said, after discarding the remainder of her clothes and then pushed me to fall on the bed. She towered over me, caressing her tits with both hands, smiling while she did Tonight, it's only us, and I want you to give me everything you've got. Cynthia opened a bedside drawer and took out a packet

of condoms. She tore through one wrapping and then enfolded it over my penis. I was about to ask why she had a condom pack in her drawer when she slid forward and sat on my penis. The warm enclosure of her pussy knocked further thoughts from my mind. I reached for her and assisted her with getting a better adjustment on my pelvis. As she then began grinding against me.

Her hair fell repeatedly over her face as she reclined forward, resting on both hands, I caressed her supple body from her breasts down to her rib cage, and then further along the curvature of her figure, loving the way she responded to my touch. Never did it occur to me that such a day would happen when I would get to fuck my best friend's wife. I felt a sense of shame about it, yet there was comfort that my friend had given me the go ahead. The question I

needed to know was why why me? Cynthia kissed me with passionate fervor. She breathed into my mouth just as her hips increased their pace. I matched her pace by thrusting harder against her buttocks, making her feel every ounce of my power. I was grunting heavily, too, and it made things all the more better. We were grinding and jerking against each other like an oiled machine, breathing and

gasping in each other's faces. My hand reached down to grasp her thigh, and I then lifted myself and turned over. Cynthia's legs kicked into the air. When I landed on top of her, my cock fell out of her pussy, and I frantically reached down and shoved it back inside. I was breathing fast and heavy. I could feel blood pumping all over my body. With my brain telling me to make this work. I bucked my knees against her

sides and got to pounding her good. Her pussy was too arousing and intoxicating for me to want to stop fucking it. I don't know if maybe that had to do with the beers I'd consumed, but for some reason, I was slamming her with every ounce of strength I could muster up until the point when I heard the condom break. Oh oh, I muttered, as I then withdrew from her pussy. My erection was engulfed in her pussy juice. Seems I broke it, I added, who fucking cares? Cynthia

groaned irritably. She grabbed my penis, and I watched as she extracted the torn condom off me and threw it on to the floor. Get back to fucking me, buster. Her voice was commanding, and I didn't require further invitation My penis into her vagina, and we continued our rodeo pounding up until when I felt the inevitable about to happen. I wanted to pull out, but Cynthia locked her arms

over my backside, including her legs over my ankles. That was the perfect indication that she was serious about wanting everything. I tried to think about my buddy and prayed he would forgive me for what I was about to do. I increased my pace until I tensed up and released myself inside my buddy's wife. We lay beside each other trying to catch our breath. The room was steamy and the bed wet from our sweat. I was about to get up, but Cynthia reached over and laid her arm

across my chest, stopping me. Darrell and I haven't had this type of sex and years, she admitted. I was going to call it quits, but he kept begging me not to leave. I gave him an ultimatum that he either allowed me to fuck somebody or I was definitely quitting. I told him I'd always fancied you. This accident just happened at the right time, and I'm glad you stayed okay. But how come you weren't bothered about me condem breaking, Cynthia sighed, how else would you want me to know

what a real man feels like? If I don't feel your com would you mind staying over? I never knew I was supposed to. You fucked me good, and I enjoyed every minute of it. She said, I think I'm going to need more