“Daniel…ohh Daniel…you make me feel so good babe” Evelyn moaned as her husband stood naked in between her legs, pleasuring her to full satisfaction. Her body trembled with a thrill she could not contain as she felt the warm slickness between her thighs. She caught a glimpse of his hard cock with thick veins and her lust grew, she reached out to massage it when her wet dreams faded into the cruel morning sun. She laid in her bed frustrated, she turned her head to the familiar emptiness of her bed. The sheets beside her were cold and untouched, again. Her hand slid over the vacant pillow, her fingers curling around nothing but silence. The early morning light, piercing through the windows, casting muted lines over the unwrinkled side of the mattress. It had been months since her husband held her, or even kissed her like he meant it. She sat up slowly, her satin nightgown clinging to the sweat of a dream she couldn’t remember. Her boobs were swollen and her hard nipples pointing
Gabriella paused, taking a break from the blowjob. The corners of her lips were sore from sucking his huge dick. Mr. Giggles took that opportunity to flip Rosie, resting her in the chair, and began thrusting into her in missionary position.He had given in to Gabriella’s temptation—but it was nothing compared to the way Rosie felt. She was his addiction. Rosie moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the room. Gabriella, turned on by the scene, slid her fingers between her legs and began pleasuring herself, her own moans joining Rosie’s.It had been a while since Mr. Giggles had tasted Rosie, and she felt… different. Sweeter. Tighter. After a while, he slumped into the chair, and Rosie climbed onto his lap. She began riding him—slowly at first, then faster—locking her lips with his as she moved. The pleasure built within her until she could no longer hold back. With a loud cry, she pulled off him and squirted onto the floor.Mr. Giggles smiled, deeply satisfied.“You’re still as plea
“Rosie?” Mr. Giggles blinked, frozen in place, his hand still resting on Gabriella’s bare thighs.“Yep, that’s me,” Rosie replied in a casual tone.It took them a few seconds to realize they were still tangled in their previous position. They quickly moved to compose themselves. His erection softened in an instant, and Gabriella scrambled to put her clothes back on—until Rosie stopped her.“Don’t,” Rosie said, her commanding voice slicing through the air. Gabriella froze immediately.Mr. Giggles finally moved, stepping toward the woman now seated in his chair. “I thought you were in Paris,” he said, eyes narrowed with confusion.“Well, I’m back. And this is the welcome I get?” Rosie pulled a small wrap of marijuana from her purse, folding it with calm precision. “Don’t stop now just because I’m here… I want to watch.”“You want to what?” Mr. Giggles blinked again, struggling to process her words.Rosie leaned back in his chair, crossing her legs with slow, deliberate grace. Her red li
Gabriella stood by the tall window, her silhouette glowing under flashes of lightning. Mr. Giggles walked in, his eyes catching on her immediately. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed.“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice smooth as velvet.“Then tell me to leave.” She turned slowly, taking slow, calculated, seductive steps toward him, rubbing her hands against her thighs.He didn’t send her off. Instead, the silence between them thickened with tension.“You always pretend like you’re strong… controlled. But I see how you look at me—like I’m your last breath.”She looked him right in the eye, squeezed her breasts, and bit her bottom lip.He closed the door behind him slowly with a soft click.“You don’t know what you’re doing.”But she stepped even closer, her fingers grazing the front of his shirt.“I know exactly what I want… and it’s you.”“You’re insane. How—?”“Shhhhhh.” She placed her finger on his lips. “I know you want me, zaddy.” Her voice was sweet as honey.
The bold boy took that as an invitation to kiss me, and before I knew it, the three ofus were entangled in each other’s arms.Needless to say, we never even madeit to the pool. While the frozen margaritasI’d made sat outside melting in the muggy summer heat, Rhea and I lavished attention on our hot hunk.“Oh my goodness,” Rhea said, groping the bulge swelling in his shorts. “Emma, it looks like we’re going to have our hands and mouths full.”“I think I need more confirmation,” I said, unbuttoning his shorts and allowing his stiff cock to spring upward.“Does that work for you?” Zane asked, caressing my face and brushing back my hair.“This Lee do nicely,” I said. I sat on the couch before him and ran my tongue along the underside of his engorged dick. As I cupped his balls, I said, “Rhea, you better try this.”My friend whispered, “I’ve wanted to share a big dick with you for months now.”She slipped off my robe and unfastened my bikini top, baring my breasts before tweaking my nip
My neighbor Rhea and I probably have the most charmed lives ever. We’re around the same age, mid-30s, and live across from each other on a beautiful street filled with upscale homes. We both have husbands who travel frequently and leave us to our own devious devices.My hubby, Chris, knows Rhea and I sometimes play together. Our Sapphic hookups are a constant source of amusement and arousal for him. He gets hot when I tell him about our “lonely wife” strap-on sessions and nude pool parties.Initially, I wasn’t sure how open Rhea and Lee’s marriage was. I mean, I knew he was OK with us girls fooling around.But as it happens, her husband’s turn-on is cuckolding, which I learned after Rhea took home the busboy from one of our favorite restaurants.“It’s really thrilling,” she explained to me one day as I drove us home from the salon.“We always do our best to be careful for safety’s sake, but I have total freedom.Sometimes Lee even helps me swipe through guys on the apps.”“And there’s