It turns out J is kind of a whore, which I don’t disapprove of. IF she’s to be believed she does the full “masked housewife interracial gangbang” cliche amateur pornstars do. Usually the husband is in on that kind of thing though, but when subtly probed about it P doesn’t seem to know. I now have his wife’s number and we’ve traded naughty stories at a couple chance meetings and met up intentionally at Subway. She’s a storyteller, and from the way she complains it makes it sound like her husband doesn’t appreciate, isn’t attracted to and is no longer interested in her. It’s kind of sad that they can’t be themselves around each other because they want the same thing and are each afraid to tell the other one. During her many tales she mentioned to me flirtingly that she’s never had an experience with a girl and it’s on her bucket list, she’s doing my job for me. It kicked off when I commented on her nail color, which was a not-so-special nude gloss and I used the moment to continue holding her fingers in the palm of my hand for awhile… She saw right through me but it also shook her confidence, the rest of the time being quiet with terrified looks on her gorgeous face. But she never pulled away and even made a hook with her fingers, we stayed holding hands that way for awhile and I let her catch me staring thirstily, smiling at her when she looked. When we left I suggested we hang out again soon and she nervously agreed. Repeatedly and enthusiastically without actually saying “hell yes!” She seems like a crushing teenager for someone who had such dirty stories earlier
I was laying on my recliner under my rain window naked, sunning indoors while it’s freezing cold outside as I often do, when poolboy heartthrob came by to check on stuff. I didn’t let him in or know he was coming by, I just looked out and saw him in back with a friend. He knows he can just drop by and maintain, and where everything’s at. When he saw me I waved, he pointed for his friend and we all waved at each other. The friend waving dramatically like he was shocked but it was smartass sitcom behavior so I knew he knew what to expect and Poolboy had probably told stories his friend hadn’t believed until he’d seen me naked. They left after a few uneventful minutes, if I ever see the friend and the stories come up I’ll back up Poolboy and maybe make a new young friend myself…
This affair with P&J is going well. Kinda. I really like him and want him for myself openly but don’t want to hurt his wife who I’m also becoming friends with. I told him about Subway while making love, which is exactly what it was by the way. Palms together, fingers intertwined overhead, slow missionary, legs wrapped around his waist and making out, which I cum harder than I do even when it’s a whole-team effort… Anyway I’m not sure if I’m trying to hook us all up or save his marriage at this point. If she found out about her husband and I, how I kept running into her because it was organized, his cheating even though she claims to be doing the same, she’d be devastated and now I like her I really don’t want that to happen. I go back and forth about whether or not I should just carry on with them both independently while keeping him in the know like we’ve been doing, or go through with the plan and bring us all together. Oh so I was telling him about Subway while he was inside me, and the image of his wife and I holding hands and flirting did wonders for us both. It turned me on obviously but he started breathing harder in my neck and loaded me up with cum a minute after I told him. Laying there afterward I was fantasizing a scenario where he hides a camera in his house because he suspects his wife of cheating, sees us lezzing out, confronts her about it pretending not to know, and tells her it’s ok and basically completes the original mission. I don’t want to risk it going badly for them so I didn’t mention it. I guess that means I’m dedicated to making sure they stay together. The conflict comes in because injecting gf myself into that relationship is what I want, but I’m scared to risk putting us all together and having it go all wrong if she finds out all about what’s going on, or they don’t really want to be together. They both blame the other and claim they still want it to work out. But P knows about everything his wife and I talk about, including how she feels because she tells me and I tell him. So he could probably fix the whole thing with an act of contrition and just making the move himself based on what he knows, but he’s scared too. Part of me hopes he doesn’t want to do that because he wants me more, which makes me feel terrible about J cuz I like her. Love sucks, sluttiness is easier.
I did something ethically icky. I’ll say it at the end, it’s a rebranding of a couple previous bad ideas, my fantasy and a joking suggestion… J called and asked me if I wanted to hang out, which was weird because we had so far communicated by casual text. She sounded nervous so I suspected what was up, she asked me if I’d like to come over for coffee… You know! On the way I got a different text from P about how his wife was SUPPOSED to be shopping at the outlets for a few hours and I should stage a run-in. Suspicious, stories not matching up! So I thought maybe she wanted to have coffee before shopping but I kinda suspected not. I told him that she invited me over, never having been to their house before. He said if we hooked up to get pics! I knew he was joking but wouldn’t object. Anyway I gauged her intention right, I got there and we had coffee but she wanted to reenact the hand-holding moment. I kept reassuring her not to be scared and I wasn’t trying to push her into anything because she looked terrified. She told me that her hookups with groups of men were her fantasies and she hadn’t been with anyone else, which I suspected because she was pretty nervous to be getting attention just from me. I had usually listened when she was telling me these stories and just kind of smiled and nodded, alluding that I had “tried some stuff” responding to her relevant stories. I took then to tell her diplomatically what kind of person I was, saying basically “I’m experienced in the things you fantasize about” which SHE kind of suspected. She was still kind of teary and emotional, so we hugged and were laughing about it, she felt embarrassed about playing herself up. The hug was held awhile, with me rubbing her lower back and holding my hands on her hips, her arms around my neck with her face on my shoulder. When we pulled back I rested my forehead on hers, hands still on her hips, hers on the back of my neck and I gave her a little kiss. Just a peck to see how she’d react, I asked her if that was ok and she chuckled and nodded. I kept making sure she was ok every step of the way, including mentioning her husband to make sure she didn’t have doubts, to which she made a joke about how if he knew he’d want pics… They’re perfect for each other and it’s simultaneously cute and infuriating, I’m not sure which one I’m jealous of. I took the reins for this first-timer and went a little further, giving a full kiss with little licks of her lips until we were wrapped around each other making out in the kitchen. After a few minutes of that she let me pull her with me by her belt loop to her living room, where I gradually sat her on the couch between breaths. I went back in the kitchen for a drink… When I got back I leaned over her kissing her, then kneeled in front of her kissing her, then pushed her backward kissing her all the way down her fucking sexy athletic belly… She was loving it and hyperventilating. When I pulled away for a second to tie my hair back she hiked her hips up and practically ripped her pants off underwear and all. We were laughing and I helped her untangle them from her feet because she still had boots on, I never took them off the whole time which was kind of hot… Then I traced my fingernails up her thighs and started kissing my way up her smooth soccer-player legs up to her hairless pubis, never breaking eye-contact and listening to her practically dying. I could see how aroused and wet her pussy was before I ever got to it, she was engorged, light red and glistening, and I licked that clit clean until she was screaming and crying again. Apparently she’d never been eaten out before. That’s not true but at the moment it seemed like it to me! After she’d cum and I made sure she wasn’t going to leave a trail in her panties when she put them back on, I pulled her up and had her show me her bedroom cuz it was my turn. We were making out again, then she helped me out of my leggings and pushed me onto her bed. It turns out she has a suitcase under her bed full of toys! Don’t we all? She hauled it out and asked me which one I liked. There was one she hasn’t tried because she wasn’t brave enough so I decided to show off and picked up that one. I tilted my head back and repeatedly lubricated the entire length of it at, looking at her out of the corner of my eye. She was clearly enjoying the sight and helped me too, sliding her thumb between my slick pussy lips as she pulled her slobbery 10-inch green rubber cock out of my throat and put it where it belongs. She didn’t let me touch it the whole time until she’d made me cum. At one point she held the base of it against her hip and simulated fucking me with it, which was fun. I mentioned to her that I have actual strapons and we should try them next time. She enthusiastically agreed, the operative wording being “next time” meaning there will be one. So about that drink of water earlier–nervous drymouth is a thing, and you don’t want to be dry while you’re eating pussy. Not that I’d be nervous, it’s not my first or 10th time. I took the opportunity to take somebody’s advice and prop my phone up against the microwave pointing at the couch. Unfortunately it got about 30 minutes of only empty living room and some muffled moaning and screaming at the end, but I’m sure P will enjoy watching me make his wife cum…
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