My bedroom is decorated tastefully with beautiful rich black furniture, black drapes and champagne colored carpet. I take a lot of pride in how my home is kept and while it gets messy from time to time, I attempt to keep things up. I had been cleaning all day one Saturday while my husband was away in class. I decided to run to the grocery to get something to cook for dinner. While perusing up the seafood aisle, I ran across an old friend, Michelle, I hadn’t seen her in years. She looked good, we started chatting, when I decided that I would ask her to come over and fix something quick for lunch, maybe for a couple of hours if she wasn’t busy. She said that she wasn’t and would love to. Finishing up quickly in the store, and going through the register I took my groceries to the car. I found Michelle in the parking lot and moved my car behind hers till she was ready to leave so she could follow me out. I lived a short distance from the store, and pulled into the drive. We walked up the steps to the door and went in.
I quickly put my purchases away and I showed her my house. She said it was lovely and she settled in the kitchen at the kitchen table. I put tea on to boil, and began to make some chicken salad sandwiches for us. We chatted about what we had been up to and where we had been for the last 20 years, our married lives or for Michelle the lack of a married life. When the food was finished we sat down at ate and talked some more. I got out the wine and poured us both a pretty fair amount and we threw that back like it was water. Half way through the bottle I was starting to feel the effects of alcohol and so was Michelle. She leaned over and smiled at me, “You know you were always very pretty, “she said. I smiled at her, and looked down at my hands, “you know what Michelle, I have to tell you, I’m bi-sexual, and I’ve always liked you. In high school I had a terrible crush on you,” I said blushing. Reaching across the table she took my hand in hers. Her hands were warm and soft, and for a brief second I imagined her hands on my breast. I quickly looked away and picked up the glass taking another big gulp. Her thumb caressed the back of my hand, and I was aware of yearning in my groin, that I hadn’t felt in years. I was very nervous but she kept staring at me. “Sweetie, I would love to kiss you right now,” she said. I felt my breath catch in my throat; I leaned over very quietly not taking my eyes off of her beautiful blue green eyes. I leaned closer to her lips, as she leaned into me. Her lips were full and lush, and warm; she opened her mouth and her tongue teased mine. Our kiss deepened as her lips brushed gently across mine her tongue outlining my lips. I pulled away and looked at her, she smiles softly at me squeezing my hand in hers.
I picked up my wine glass poured another glass and drank it like I was drinking a shot. I was quite drunk for the middle of the afternoon, something I seldom did. Well at least not in the middle of the afternoon without my husband at home. I held her hand and pulled her up from her chair, leading her down the hallway to my bedroom, I pushed open the door to my room. As I crossed the room, I invited her to sit as I closed the curtains at the window casting a shadow over the room. I lit two candles on my nightstand for a little mood. I walked over to my husband’s side of the bed, turning on his stereo, I played some soft music. Finally, and nervously I crossed the room once more to where she sat on the edge of my big king size bed. I leaned down and kissed her again, she responded by pulling me down on to her. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, I moved off of her and stood back up. I slowly began to unbutton my white shirt that I wore. Her eyes never left my heaving chest. My fingers worked the button holes as I took off my shirt; I stood in my black lacy push up bra. Reaching down my smooth brown belly I unbuttoned the top button on my jeans and slid them down. Now I stood in front of my old friend in my little bra, and my black lacy thong. “Take it off,” she said. She had started to take off her pants, but only made it partially down her long legs and her hands were in her panties rubbing vigorously at her clit. I slipped the bra strap down over my shoulder, passed my elbow and off my hands. I held the cups so she could not see my large breasts. She continued to rub at her pussy, I slipped one cup down exposing my large breast. She smiled as I ran my finger around my huge brown spots to make my nipples shrivel and turn a deep pink almost red color. I could tell from the look on her face that she was delighted. I did the same thing with the other breast, until I stood bare chested in front of this old friend pinching my nipples. She stopped stroking her pussy long enough to slip her jeans and panties off, before laying back down on the bed, she reached over to me and jerked my thong off, exposing my hairless little slick soft pink pussy. She reached out and touched my lips and then lay down on the bed and began to play with her wet pink cunt. I reached down still standing, and spread my pussy lips apart with one hand I began to stroke small circles over the top of my hardening clit.
Since I had too much wine to drink, and was pretty close to drunk I hadn’t realized what time it was. I heard the door open to my room, but I didn’t comprehend who it was, until it was too late. It was my husband; he walked slowly into our room, and looked at us both, he sat down the bag that he carried his book in and looked first from me to her. We had both frozen and didn’t know what to say. He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist pulling me into him roughly, his mouth was on my mind, hard and rough. His tongue forced its way between my lips into my mouth. His hands were on my ass, squeezing and kneading my ass hard. I pulled away from him breathless. His hand found my breast and he was squeezing, and releasing as his eyes looked over my friend. “Who is this baby,” he asked? “This is Michelle, we went to high school together, and she came over for some…..lunch,” I said squeamishly. He smiled, “Lunch…is that what you’re calling it these days.” He was right and I realized how ridiculous it sounded. He shoved me down on the bed beside Michelle. He slipped off his jeans, and jerked off his white t-shirt. He stood naked his brown skin was smooth and beautiful. His long black hair reached down below his shoulders. He hadn’t shaved this morning before school and had a very rough 5 O’clock shadow. He was beyond sexy in my book, his cock was swelled three times its regular size, the head was a deep purple and lay up on his abs surrounded by a bed of black curly pubic hair that I loved to run my fingers through. He moved me down to lie on my back, he then walked around the bed on the side that Michelle was on, and he knelt down on the bed, beside her head. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it on her mouth, I watched as her eyes lit up. She had told me earlier when we’re talking that she hadn’t been with a man in almost five years since her divorce.
My husband rubbed his hard cock over my friend’s lips and in one stroke as she parted her lips; he rammed his big cock all 8 inches of it down her throat. She gagged and her face turned red, yet she didn’t try to fight it, she just tried to accommodate it. He moved his hips to slide his cock into her mouth then back into her throat. He finally gave her some relief and pulled his cock from her lips. He moved over to my side of the bed, and I knew I was in for the same treatment. I was ready for him. He took his cock and smacked me in the lips with it several times. That was my cue to open my mouth so he could fuck my throat. I did as I knew he requested. I opened my mouth, and his cock slid smoothly into my mouth, over my tongue and into my throat. I could take his dick after years of practicing deep throating him. He began to fuck my mouth, when I felt Michelle’s breath on my cheek, I realized that she had her mouth wrapped around his balls; she had both in her mouth at one time sucking. He moaned loudly as we fucked him with our mouths.
We stopped him, and lay him on the bed; we pulled his hard dick up to stand straight up at its full attention. We began to suck his cock, taking turns, then we both had our tongues on his dick one of us moved our tongue up towards the head while the other moved down to his balls. He loved it; he moaned and moved his hips to thrust into one of our waiting mouths. She and I ended up kissing over his cock before we continued on him. Michelle stood over the top of him, she spread the lips of her pussy while I held his cock up for her, and she slid her tight little wet cunt down on top of my husband’s huge erection. She moved her cunt up and down, as I was sure to keep my face right there. Each time she moved up keeping only the head in her pussy my tongue licked her pussy juice off of my man’s dick. He held on to her hips and moved her up and down on his stiff cock. My pussy was drenched as I watched that hard stiff rod of his cramming into her tight little pussy, her inner lips stretched out over him, and the juices that ran down his cock were amazing, as she came over and over on him. She rocked her hips and arched her back, as he continued to fuck her harder and harder.
My husband moved Michelle off of his cock, she moaned disappointed he wasn’t going to fuck her anymore. He moved over me, leaving me on my back, he spread my legs far apart. Michelle moved over to my tits and began to suck on them. I felt his smooth large dick part my pussy lips and slide into me, he slid all the way up to his balls in one stroke. I spread my legs farther to get as much of him as I could into me. He slowly slid out and back in, I came instantly, my legs quivering, as I came Michelle bit my right nipple and rolled her tongue over it. Michelle lay down on the bed and spread her legs, he moved off of me and back on to her, and I turned to bite her nipples, as I watched his cock sliding swiftly and smoothly into her pussy. Sweat poured off my husband’s brow as he fucked her faster and harder. He moved off her just as she was about to cum, she complained loudly. He slid back into me once or twice, and pulled out he flipped me over, jerking my ass into the air; he shoved his cock into my tight asshole. I screamed as he did it, he fucked my ass harder than he ever had, shoving in deeper and deeper until I felt his balls slapping my pussy. Michelle had moved up and was standing over my back with her pussy in his face. I couldn’t see but I could hear, and I knew he was licking her pussy. “Suck my clit, suck it right there, it feel so good,” she said hoarsely as he lapped at her cunt. I felt his cock getting harder; I knew he was going to cum inside me. She came, and I felt wetness all over me. “Oh baby, you squirt,” he said. The juices were dripping off my back and ass, as I felt his cock explode into my asshole. He moaned and rocked hard into me as he poured all of his cum into me. Pulling out of my ass he grabbed her hair and pulled her around behind me. “Suck the cum out of her,” he said breathlessly, as he sat down on the bed where he could see her. I felt her lips on my asshole as she began to suck my asshole. I felt his finger on my clit; he was going to get me off again. He rubbed at my hard little clit, as I moaned and rocked my hips. Michelle was busy slurping and taking her fingers pulling cum from my tight little asshole. I began to cum all over his hand squirting my juices out all over his hands. As I collapsed on the bed he rubbed his hands over Michelle’s face. We all collapsed on the bed breathing hard.
I hadn’t seen my friend in over 20 years, but we certainly made up for it that afternoon, fucking into the wee hours of the morning. When I awoke the next morning Michelle was gone, and my husband lay softly snoring on the pillow beside me. I was a horrible mess from all the fucking the night before. I watched him as he slept peacefully and decided then and there that once a month I’d have to have Michelle over for tea and good fucking on Saturday afternoon.