I woke up in a puddle of sticky cum. It had pooled between us as we had slept, spooning on couch, while our partners slept blissfully unaware in their own rooms. Thank fuck I was a light sleeper, and the morning birdsong had woken me up before anyone could stumble out into the living room, where the evidence of our indiscretion was everywhere.
I could hear light snores coming from both the master bedroom upstairs, and the guest room downstairs. Ok, I thought to myself. We've got time. I elbowed Joe awake.
"Mmmmph," he grunted. The he opened those gorgeous baby blue eyes of his. "Yves," he breathed.
"Shhh. They're both still sleeping," I whispered. "I'm going to go grab a quick shower and clean up."
Joe glanced down at the tell-tale creamy splotch on the couch. "Fuck. I guess I better clean this up before Amanda wakes up," he sighed.
"Yep," I giggled. "You made a great big mess with that great big dick of yours." I wiggled my ass against the dick in question, which was rapidly stiffening.
"Hush," he retorted. "You were well on your way to making a big creamy mess all by yourself."
I grinned and wiggled some more. I knew we had to clean up before our partners found us like this, naked, sticky and in a lot of trouble, but fuck, Joe's delightful cock was just begging to be played with. I could feel myself get wet again at the thought of the incredible pounding I took last night.
The hell with it, I thought. Who know when we would get another chance? I parted my legs a little, and gently slid my sticky, messy labia down its length. Teasing him, I rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock with my pussy lips and enjoying the sensations of his bulbous head bumping against my clit.
"Oh god," Joe moaned. "You're insatiable. We can't. We are going to catch hell for this already. You're making it worse."
"But you feel so good," I sighed. I reached down and started stroking the base of his cock as I gently humped it. I loved doing this, especially when I've been freshly waxed - it drove men absolutely wild as I teased them with my slick hand and bare, slippery lips. Every moment or so, I'd pause with his cockhead at my entrance and gently envelope just the tiniest tip of his head in my hot cunt, before resuming the teasing grind I was doing up and down his shaft.
"Oh Yves, just put it in," he begged, voice throaty with need. "I promise, I'll fuck you nice and slow another time. Just do it quickly now. Please. I'm begging you."
"Not yet," I breathed. I was getting wetter and wetter as I kept sliding up and down his hard length. Every bump against my clit was sending little shocks up my spine, making me hornier than ever. I was so hot and bothered, I could feel that pleasurable wave building, cresting.
I kept humping him, faster now. I grabbed one of his hands, and made it cup my breast. Joe nuzzled my neck, his breath hot on my ear. "Fucking hell, Yves," he rasped. "Do it. Or I will."
I wiggled my ass again. "No."
"That's it," Joe growled. He flipped me over, pinning me to the couch. With a rough thrust, his massive cock entered me, filling me up. That was all I needed to go over the edge, and my cunt began to spasm, creaming all over his cock. "Ohhhhh," I moaned. "Yessssssssssssssssssss."
Suddenly we heard footsteps. Shit. Amanda was awake. We froze, with Joe's stiff cock buried to the hilt inside me, the last waves of my orgasm receding. We heard her walk to the master ensuite bathroom, and the sound of her morning piss tinkling in the bowl flooded us with relief.
"Oh shit," I exhaled. I hadn't realised I had been holding my breath. "That was close."
I wriggled out from under Joe, my needy pussy abruptly empty. I wanted more, but I couldn't imagine the fall out if we got caught. Adam, my husband, would throw me out. Amanda, knowing her, would take Joe to the cleaners. I grabbed my clothes and headed for the shower in the guest room ensuite, hoping desperately that Adam was still sleeping soundly.
I didn't look back to see what Joe was doing - cleaning the couch hopefully. I held my breath as I tiptoed past the sleeping Adam, silently grabbing a towel as I went. In the bathroom, I went straight to the shower to wash all the sticky evidence off my skin.
I was blissfully rinsing off my shampoo with my eyes closed as I heard the shower curtain open. "Adam, is that you?" I called.
