Houseguest

A message on the answering machine was the only warning of his imminent arrival. Less than 12 hours from now, Doug would be here to stay only 48 hours. He sighed strongly into frustration. Twice before she came to him. The first time, many years before, it had been very rejected. He had been very hurt by his ego. The second was during a visit when he had had shoulder surgery. I can't blame him for not being sexually interested. It was a considerable pain. But she and Greg had repeatedly discussed it as a man she could be with. It was a fantasy of yours. If it would become a reality it would be another story.

Of course, I had to work the two nights I was in town. As they read for bed the first night, Greg was telling him how he and Doug had spent the night in a bar, discussing a multitude of topics. They were long-time friends, having been on a boat together. I had not seen the other do anything sexually wrong with another woman, but they had a escape joke about an incident where a friend had sent a girl out of his room without even asking if she was okay. Throughout the night, Doug referred to wanting the girl to stay, as well as other sexual issues. Greg had been tangled, he said, "You never know," and he made me a passionate love like he was strong enough for Doug to listen in the next room.

The next night, Greg and Doug went back to a bar to have drinks and talk. At some point in the conversation, Doug made the comment that he would not have a problem having sex with another woman in this town, as he no longer lived here. He made it clear he was more than interested in me. I joined them at the bar, and the sexual nuances were impressive. I listen to Greg with caution, but he gently touched my arms and knees as he made a point. We went back to the house and sat down and talked for several hours. As the conversation lasted, Greg began to bend in the chair. With a smoothie, he stood up and announced he was going to bed and wished Doug a safe trip home. I was so obviously tired that no one thought about it. At first.

The words literally stopped and we looked at each other. Why are we doing this? I finally asked. "Because we're both a little scared," he replied. I made a gesture, and he moved by my side on the couch. "Silly," I said like Leaned to him. The soft kiss I had thought of quickly became much more. The intensity was thrown as his hands began to touch and caress my body. I bowed, arched my back, allowed him full access to my body still dressed. We broke our kiss, just to start kissing my neck. I felt his hands slipping under my shirt so I leaned down to help his search for my breasts. My bra that I had removed before night, so his fingers discovered my hardened nipples and warm skin. He got in with me, slipping and slipping his hands and fingers over and around my body.

Soon my shirt was gone too. He looked at the ladder and we discussed going to the free bedroom. He said he didn't want to be near the children's rooms, so we retired to the family area. Under five by six feet, floor to ceiling window start again. His mouth was hugging every nipple in turn. His shirt followed mine to the ground. I show her nipples, sucking almost hard. His response was immediate and positive. He pulled his back so my mouth would pull his nipples out. My shorts and pantyhose were quickly discarded. My pussy was on fire while his hands were playing with me, and I was never getting wet. His face went down and I gassed while his tongue was working is magic. "I want you to come get me," he said as he looked up in my pussy. He immediately turned his mouth and turned hard. With great blows and soft blows, his tongue led me forward until finally, I arched my back and cried. My orgasm was overwhelming, an electric arch! I put my pubis in her mouth like an orgasm tremor string took me.

He stopped, and I dropped his pants and underwear on his ankles. He kicked them and caressed their hardness. Thanks, thanks. It wasn't huge, but his dick was a charming specimen. I dared my tongue through my head, tasting the garbage gathered there. I gradually wrapped the crown with my lips, running my tongue around the edge. He grew up as I lifted my lips and started touching the bottom of the crown to the balls. I hit him very slowly while my saliva lubricated him. My hand was slipping like it was fat, my fingers were rotating and turning. I returned my lips to his rooster head, suddenly wrapping the length (as best I could). I started sucking it, using my mouth like a tight pussy and my hands slipping and slipping. In a matter of seconds, he left. "Oh, no," he said with a ray in his eye, "I have to fuck you." With that, he pushed me back on the couch and led his hardness towards me.

The entrance of his dick gave incredible sensations. I turned repeatedly as it slid into me. At last, I could feel his balls against my asshole. It felt so good!! So full! He retired a little, and he drove him home. Grunté in thanks, pushing me against him to get maximum depth. He went in and out again. I felt my orgasm getting up quickly. "This won't take long," I thought. He suddenly stopped. "I can't do that," he murmured, "the ground is killing my knees."

"I have the cure," I said as I was stretching on the couch. Come here. He did. Sir did. I got here at least twice as much as we took. The moonlight through the window gave a constant reminder that anyone who wanted to see me fucking me completely and completely. I could see myself acting like a bitch in heat. As my second orgasm faded, I had a bad thought. "God, I'm gonna wake Greg up when I go up and make him eat my pussy and fuck me again," I thought myself.

So I did. But that's another story.