I live with Chantal. She’s in her forties. Light brown hair. Green eyes. Firm ass. Full 95C tits. Sparse blonde bush. Thick lips. Tight pussy like a virgin’s.
She teases me. No panties under skirts. Even in public. Turns me on hard when I find out.
The Awakening
That morning, she’s dressing. Shiny tights. Cotton panties. White blouse. Matching bra. Short navy skirt. Black heels. Legs look killer. I ask her plans. ‘Shopping in town,’ she says. ‘Drop me off?’
I do. Head to work. Unusual for her. No impulse shopping in that outfit.
Evening. Home. Her blouse untucked. ‘Good shopping?’ ‘Great afternoon.’ Later in bed, naked. She confesses. Met a guy from online. In a cafe.
‘He complimented me. Got my panties soaked. In his car, I hiked my skirt. Showed thighs. He caressed over tights. His bulge grew huge.’
Outside our building. He opens door. Sees her panty through tights. ‘I want you.’ She wanted him to fuck her. But feared I’d come home early.
Naked. I finger her sloppy wet lips. Slide in deep. She’s drenched. ‘This naughty meet make you this wet?’
‘And you? You’re rock hard.’ Her hand on my throbbing cock.
I thrust balls deep. ‘Wanted him to fuck you?’
‘Yes. If no fear of you, he’d have pounded my pussy by now.’ She floods more. Nipples stiffen. Areolas bumpy.
‘You like him groping tits? Sucking nipples? Fucking your cunt?’
‘Yes.’ I’m slamming harder. Whisper: ‘Suck his cock too. But ass stays mine.’
‘I only suck you.’
‘Tonight, suck his. He’ll eat your slit, clit.’
‘Fuck yes. Tongue on my pussy, clit. Makes me cum hard.’
We explode. I flood her hole. She claws my back. French kisses wild.
After. Cuddling. ‘Your cum leaks down my ass.’
‘You excited me. Imagined you sucking him off.’
‘I thought of him fucking me. Licking clit.’
Few days pass. Forgotten. Then, blessed early return. 6pm. Key sticks. Door locked from inside. Ring bell.
Chantal opens. Stunned. Black sleeveless dress. Back zipper. She’s flustered. ‘Not alone.’ It’s him. Christian.
‘Tell him nothing about me. I’m just a friend.’
She’s embarrassed. I meet him. Couch. Glasses. Aperitif bottle. Half empty.
She introduces. I say, ‘Just a pal.’ Pour drinks. They sit close. Her dress rides up. Self-holdups. Maybe thong.
Chat him. ‘Met online. Cafe once.’
‘She has a man?’
‘Yeah. He knows nothing. Purely physical. Leaving town tomorrow. Last chance.’
‘Friendly? Or carnal?’
The Act
‘Both. She wants it. Like last time. Feared her guy.’
He spills: thigh caress. No pushback. She flashed panties.
I fake toilet need. She whispers: ‘Still want him to fuck me?’
‘Lick pussy. Suck cock?’
‘Must I suck?’
‘You know.’
Back. Tension builds. He hands on thigh. Hikes dress. Skin above stockings. Zips back. Dress loosens. Pulls down. Tits out. Hard nipples.
She stands. Dress pools. Thong. Stockings.
‘Genoa with friend watching?’
‘No. Keep going. I want it. He can watch. Jerk off.’
He peels thong. Fingers her gash. Sucks nipple. Bites.
She unzips him. Pants down. Hard cock out. Jerks it. Exposes shiny head.
Ignores me. He flips her. Legs wide. Pussy splayed. Dives in. Licks fat lips. Clit. She pinches tits. Cums hard.
Presents cock. She eyes me. I nod. Lips wrap. Tongue gland. Deep sucks.
‘Slap her ass. Better effort.’
He smacks. She deepthroats fierce.
‘Begging: Fuck me.’ He mounts. Legs spread. Slams deep. Balls slap ass. She moans.
He cums first. Fills her cunt.
I bulge hard. Silent.
He dresses. She nude but stockings. ‘Must go. Great fuck. Made her man cuckold.’
‘Yes. Fucked another. Came hard. Gift.’ Hands thong. Kisses. Deep tongue. Pulls cock. Sucks softie hard. Swallows load.
Gone. I grab her. ‘Satisfied?’
Drunk horny grin. ‘On all fours. You made me cuck. Owe me.’
‘Wanted it?’
‘You do what you want.’ Ass up. I strip. Cock rigid. Plunge pussy. Scoop his cum. her lube.
Spread cheeks. Gland on asshole. ‘No! Hate anal!’
‘After that? No choice.’ Push in. Tight ring grips. Balls deep. Explode in her guts.
Now she’s all mine.