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By *atdancer OP Couple
over a year ago
Edinburgh |
I held Jennifer's gaze as I stripped off, even through that awkward bit as I stepped out of my trousers. There was no doubt now between either of us what was going to happen, although Bill still somehow seemed oblivious, lost as he was in his own sensations.
Still working on autopilot, I patted Bill on the shoulder and, without speaking, gently nudged him in the direction I wanted him to go. He obeyed without question, seemingly on a kind of autopilot himself.
That left me right behind a bent over Jennifer, my cock throbbing angrily in the direction of her wet and wanting pussy. I edged forward to get better positioned and then placed my cock deliberately at her entrance. Jennifer was moaning and wiggling against me, trying to entice me all the way inside her. I didn't - couldn't - make her wait. I pushed all the way in in one slow but powerful stroke, taking care to ensure good contact between my glans and her g-spot as I thrust.
Jennifer gave out the most enticing whimper as I slid my cock home, her body trembling with the need for more. My own senses, tuned to her need, directed my actions without the need for conscious thought. I pulled out and slammed into Jennifer's slick pussy again, watching the flesh of her bottom wobble at the impact and savouring with satisfaction the horny grunt that she expelled as her body was rocked forward.
Again. Again. Again, I thrust - fucking Jennifer from behind with wanton abandon. She began to grunt to the same rhythm as my fucking, lost entirely in the sensations of the moment. She turned her head down, burying it in the mattress and muffling her guttural utterances as she pushed her ass up and her pussy back onto my cock. But that wasn't right - not quite. Not for her, not for me, and not for Bill. There was something better, my fuck-instinct was sure of it.
I reached down and caught hold of Jennifer's hair in my fist, making sure to grab it evenly and wrapping it slightly around my hand.
"Unnnngggghhh!" Jennifer groaned, her pussy twitching on my cock as she almost came. She knew what came next.
I pulled. Not quite a yank but forcing Jennifer's head up and back until her body was elevated and her back arched. Her tits thrust out magnificently, gleaming with a sheen of sweat and wobbling in a wonderfully enticing way each time I fucked up into her willing body. I turned her head until she was looking directly at her husband, so he could see the look of ecstasy on her face as she was fucked. Taken and fucked in front of him.
"This", I said between thrusts as I fucked. "This is what Jennifer wants. She wants to be fucked." I illustrated my point by fucking her hard, angling my thrusts to slide my cock past the spot where I already knew she was sensitive.
It was too much for Jennifer. Her body trembled and her pussy quivered and clenched around me as she came hard.
"Hnnnnnggghhhhaaagghhh!"
Jennifer gave out a long and drawn out moan as her body tensed and arched, displaying her all the better to her agog husband. I felt her body arch and I saw the muscles all down her back clench in the most pleasing manor; I felt her pussy spasming over and over again on my cock as I continued to bury it inside her. What I didn't see, but I could tell that Bill was watching most closely, was the look on her face as she came as hard as she ever had in her life.
"And this", I said to Bill as Jennifer yet arched and twitched on my cock, riding through that orgasm, "is what your wife will look like if you fuck her. When she cums."
I released Jennifer's hair and she sagged back down until her face once more rested on the mattress, twitches and aftershocks rippling through her as she moved. I watched, moving my cock subtly here, sliding there to extend those moments of pleasure as the orgasm receded.
And then it was over.
Suddenly aware of the enormity of what we had done, Jennifer and I turned towards Bill as one. I know I felt a sense of foreboding at what I might find. I'm sure it must have been worse for her.
Bill's face was unreadable. Or perhaps it's fairer to say that his face was extremely readable but that reading it at this instant wasn't really very useful. Stunned: Bill was stunned and that's precisely what his face said. Jennifer and I began to disentangle ourselves, clumsy as we did so because we both refused to break wary eye contact with Bill. Eventually he seemed to come back into himself and his eyes seemed to focus on us properly as people. Then he spoke.
"That", he said, drawing it out, "was fucking awesome!" |
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I hope you enjoy.
Hat
Accidental Sex Instructor
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How the fuck do you tell someone you're crap at sex? As it turns out, I wouldn't know. But I do know how my friend did it...
"Dave..."
It was my friend's voice. It had that leading, almost wheedling, tone that told me he was about to ask me something. I looked up to see him approaching my table.
"'sup Bill?"
"Um", Bill hesitated. "You know Mona?"
"Yeah...", I offered, waiting for him to continue and trying not to give away that, as of last Friday, I knew Mona very well indeed.
Bill proceeded to relate a "he said, she said, he said" tale of epic proportions. I love him like a brother but, fuck, that man can gossip. I tuned out for most of it. Experience had taught me that trying to move things towards some semblance of a point would only slow him down.
Eventually a point did arrive. Not the main point - not yet - but something worth listening to at least.
"...and she said that Mona said that you were", Bill looked conspirationally from side to side, "'fucking amazing'".
As was so often the case, I'd overshot with my zone-out and I had to backtrack and replay a few sentences in my head. Apparently Brian had heard Mona discussing our evening (and night and sleeping together with very little emphasis on "sleeping") with some of the other girls at work. It would appear that - and this is where that last part had come in - she had described my performance as "fucking amazing".
I felt a short-lived stab of annoyance toward Mona and her indiscretion. She had, after all, given me quite an extended "no-one must know" speech in the morning. As if I would say anything - there was a reason she hadn't heard of any of the *other* girls I'd met before her. Still, such thoughts quickly passed, for as Bill was pointing out...
"...holy shit, man! Do you realise what this means?"
I did. Bill laid it out, just in case.
"You are fucking set. The ladies here - shit, even beyond that - they're going to know you're a sex God-"
I interrupted Bill there. "Not a sex God, just... experienced."
"No. No", insisted Bill. "Other guys have sex a lot and still don't end up with your skill and-"
I had to interrupt again. "You don't know that. You've only heard *one* comment from one woman."
"But there's more than that, Dave", Bill lowered his voice to a conspirational near-whisper, "I hear things."
"All right, agent Bill. It's just gossip - no need to pretend like you've discovered a plot to take over the world."
"It is not gossip", said Bill indignantly. "I-"
I raised my eyebrow.
"All right, all right", Bill conceded. "But that doesn't make it useless. You'll be glad of it one day - even if it's not today."
Truth be told, I did have a certain glow inside over the news that I was, shall we say, getting good reviews. I like to think I worked hard for them.
There was a pause in the conversation while I mulled that over, thoughts of being the desirable stud in demand playing pleasantly through my head. Those thoughts were interrupted by the long awaited point arriving, courtesy of Bill.
"Will you teach me?"
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Hat
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I was rooting for her! X