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My wife’s sexy friendMy wife and I met in a little Stromboli shop. Marie is a beautiful Italian woman, five foot six, with deep dark brown hair, and stunning brown eyes. We started dating shortly after meeting and things moved quickly. She told me early on that she thought she loved me and I said I felt the same. Honestly, I never felt sure of my love for her.We were married the next summer and shortly after had our first c***d. I was very excited as he was a strapping blond haired blue eyed baby boy, nearly my twin. He was growing up in my footsteps, an excellent athlete, and I could not have been prouder. Unfortunately, the marriage did not feel as strong. My wife did not seem to be as interesting sexually. If I had known she was only interested in ‘vanilla’ sex, I may have stayed single.Early on in our marriage, I had noticed a particular girlfriend that visited my wife from time-to-time. She was similar height, just barely shorter than my wife, but had blondish red hair, and stunning blue eyes. I remembered hearing red hair with blue eyes is the most infrequent pairing possible so it definitely caught my attention. When my wife first introduced Melissa, I noticed right away she was very fit. She even seemed a bit sexier than my wife, but I thought, “I’m a faithful husband,” and kept my distance.Little-by-little the days went by and our boudoir adventures got less and less adventurous. bursa escort My once enjoyable partner starting making me unenthused and what was supposed to be bedtime fun was now a tedious chore. I started thinking about her girlfriend all the time but I didn’t let on of course for fear it would mess up my time with the offspring who made me a proud papa every day.Then there came a really hot day in the neighborhood and I found myself alone at her house after giving her a ride home. The ride home had already interesting. She was wearing a sexy little sun dress. I was not sure if she was making it ride up her leg but she kept brushing it back down in a sort of flirty, “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe that keeps happening,” sort of way. We got to her house and I walk her to the door like a gentleman.“Thank you, Michael,” she says to me at the door. “You know my boyfriend and I are really not doing very well so he’s not living here right now. I’m sort of scared since it’s getting a little dark. Will you come in and check the house for me?” I say I will, being the dope that I am to her flirtation, and I do a quick sweep of the house just the way I’ve seen it done on television. “It’s all clear Melissa. You should be fine.” She reaches out and grabs my hand and says, “Thank you. I feel really safe with you here.” She steps closer in a seductive way and says, “I noticed you and bursa escort bayan Marie don’t seem close right now. I feel her other hand brush my hip as it slides around and onto my ass. I can feel my manhood start to grow in my jeans.“Melissa… um… I don’t think we should be doing this,” I say with a shaky voice. “It’s okay,” she retorted in a sweet voice, “no one’s here to see.” Her lips were soft and tasted sweet of some sort of flavored Chap Stick or lip stick. First there was a peck on the top lip and then a small suck on the bottom. My left hand slipped from her hand and made contact with the bottom of her sundress. I slid it onto her bare warm skin and shifted it up under her firm glute feeling its muscle. Her ass was firm, just like I thought it would be the first time I saw her “accidentally” bend over in front of me at my home. The space between my legs shrunk as my manhood jumped to attention. Why you might wonder? I realized when my hand flowed around looking for the fabric that she wasn’t wearing any panties.“Guilty,” she said. “I was hoping you noticed at your house.” “Well,” I said, “I figured a thong.” She started to kiss me more vigorously and parted her lips. It was the only invitation I needed as my tongue ventured inside of her mouth and met hers beginning that beautiful tug-of-war the French were so smart to invent. I picked her up and put her on the counter. escort bursa Overcome with need and want from being starved of love, I flipped her sundress over my head as she leaned back. My tongue slithered from clit to perineum and back again to her already throbbing clit. I tasted her on my tongue. I wondered if she was playing with herself before we began this or did she get that wet just since this sinful act started.“Oh my god Michael,” she gasped. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks. This is better than I could’ve imagined.” I penetrate her with my fingers, her creamy river helping them to propel very deep without effort. I rubbed her g-spot and worked my way up to her a-spot. As soon as I put pressure on that spot she squirted a little hitting me in the face. “Wow,” I said surprised. “Oh, Michael,” she exclaimed embarrassed, “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t be,” I tell her, “That’s hot that you are so wound up you would squirt on me. I maybe should get home now though so my wife does not suspect us. We might want to do this again.” “You have a point,” she answered, “but…. I should take care of this,” she finished as she jumped down in front of me on her knees unzipping my pants…I returned home to Marie for our regular vanilla sex provided every third night. She was waiting in bed with her boring pajamas and made me turn out the light as was her custom. There would be no placing of her mouth on my nether regions. She always told me blow jobs are disgusting but only after we were married. However, as my shaft penetrated her, a bit of electricity coursed through my body. Melissa’s saliva just fucked my wife.

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