Eating Out My Wifes Little Friend

Jane, my smouldering brunette wife, felt sorry for her work colleague, Catherine, after discovering that her husband was leading a double life, even fathering a child with another woman! Both Jane and Cath became even friendlier with Cath's breakup and they'd go out more often. The young blonde beauty Cath around twenty was shorter than Jane, I guessed a petite five-foot-two and very pretty with dimples. Why someone would cheat on her I had no idea.

As Jane was out at a works party accompanied by Cath, with the house to myself after a few beers I used my daughter's curly blonde three-foot-doll with a rainbow top, denim skirt and pink heels wanking furiously, thinking about Cath eating out my wife, while I ploughed her from behind. With a nasal grunt I finished off over its face, cum dripping from its lifeless lashes and chin, before going to bed relieved.

Fed up of waiting for Jane, I watched a movie, and played with my cock a little imagining fucking both my wife and her tiny, blonde friend again who was built like my daughter's old dolls, before nodding off to sleep.

It was late evening when I heard a knock at the door followed by the door bell. I assumed Jane had lost or forgotten her house key and put on my jeans and went downstairs.

There at the door was an inebriated Cath, in the tightest shortest shimmering silvery dress I'd ever seen, her shaped bosom, smooth faultless legs and toes on display. She looked like a doll I'd really like to play with.

"I lost my house keys," she slurred, "I can't get in my house," she added, rocking on the heels of her strappy sparkling rhinestone shoes, matching large purse in hand. "Is Jane back?" she asked, blurry eyed, pushing her straight shoulder length hair behind her ears.

"I messaged and rang Jane, but they're unread and it's going straight to voicemail," she explained, her voice so sweet and cute.

As Cath began giving a load of apologies, I zoned out perving over her compact frame, tits and white pedicured toes. Her nipples poking through her dress made me avert my eyes.

"Typical," I said looking into her dark eye-lined striking blue eyes. Her light natural makeup was sexy, but her lips were mind blowing, popping with cherry red lipstick. If I wasn't married they'd look good around my cock, I thought.

"Can I stay here, it's too late to get a spare key from my mother?" She put her white manicured nails drunkenly on my chest.

"Of course come in out of the cold," I said, as her dress holding her ample bust in place brushed against me as she unsteadily passed. "We'll get you in your house tomorrow," I guided her in, my hand in the gap of her open back dress, on her smooth skin. I tried not to gawp at her little legs and toned ass in her tight shimmering dress.

The candles were still alight in the kitchen and I put on a low lighting. I offered her a coffee, but she politely declined stating, "the night was young," and asked for a vodka to calm her down, having been flustered at being locked out.

"How are you coping since the split, the relationship?" I asked, changing the subject.

The dancing candles reflected on her dress and bounced around the room. We both found it amusing that she was like a little disco ball when she moved.

"I've been on a couple of dates," she blurted, leaning on the kitchen counter holding back tears.

"So soon?" I replied surprised, regretting it. Standing opposite her, I tried not to stare at Cath's cleavage resting on the counter. I moved around next to her, in a bid to usher her to bed, I was tired myself and didn't trust myself, my cock was already heavy, pushing against my denim.

"Pointless hanging about," she smiled bravely, "it's over," she added, downing her shot, swallowing it like an oyster. "Jane's lucky to have you." The dimmed lights of the kitchen framed her.

"Come on I'll get you to bed," I said, leering over her pedicure feet. I'd love to add my white creamy load to those white sexy toes, I mused.

She rested her head on my chest to steady herself and then gently kissed me, further awaking the snake in my jeans as she brushed her hand along my bulge. I wanted to fill her dimpled cheeks with a plastering of my spunk!

My cock ached with her hot tiny frame against me, our eyes met and we French-kissed hard. I took full advantage of the opportunity and felt her body and ass cheeks as her little tongue darted around my mouth.

"No we can't," I sighed. "What about Jane?"

"We're both consenting adults." Cath got to her knees, "she'll never know, fuck her!" she spat, releasing my prick from its prison.

My cock looked huge in her little hands as she slowly wanked me off, and even bigger as it dripped with pre-cum in front of her little face. Licking my balls and shaft first, she then sucked my head. Her mouth was smaller than Jane's Hollywood smile and I let out a gasp. I pushed Jane to the back of my mind, as I pushed my cock in the back of Cath's throat!

"Fuck me with your cheating dirty cock!" Cath sneered, my cock plastered with lipstick. "Blow your load in my mouth, pretend I'm your hot wife."

Taking offence somewhat, even though I was cheating. Hypocritically, I didn't like her tone and talk of infidelity. Cheeky bitch, I thought. Yet her gob on my prick out weighed any guilt.

"Good girl," I moaned, trying not to sound patronising, bobbing her head of blonde hair lightly on my throbbing veiny cock. "You're doing a great job," I added pathetically, as she worked on me like a pro. "That's it, keep going," I encouraged, as a wave of guilt came over me again. It soured my mood, I'd already fucked up by letting her blow me. "With cock sucking skills like that, I never would have cheated on you. What was your husband thinking?! I'll show you what fucking cheating is!"

"Come on then!" she mumbled, my meat hanging from her gob.

I slapped my cock across her face and pounded on her forehead

"Good little slut," I said, gripping her hair in a ponytail. I fucked her face hard, gagging spluttering, her saliva based my balls as they slammed against her chin. I was going to have fun with this little bitch on a rebound.

As her cheeks bellowed the more she gasped and made gagging noises the harder I got. Her bloodshot eyes watered and bulged as her mascara ran down her cheeks! She puked a little, but she carried on regardless. I was already close to blowing my load contemplating cumming in the back of her throat or over her face. With that I gripped her hair and guided her off my cock, pulling her back onto her feet, then putting her on the counter like a rag doll.

"Fuck me!" she begged, "I want your cheating prick inside me!"

I thought it was a bit fucked up, maybe my meat hanging out of her was one step too far. I knew if I put my length inside her, I'd really over step the line. Still, I ripped off her damp back panties giving them a good sniff. I wanted to lick her spicy ass ring so much.

Hitching up her dress, she spread her legs, her welcoming mound and gash shaven like a peach, with a tiny strip of light hair. Her flaps were folded neatly and I could easily tell she wasn't as loose as my wife.

Surely cunnilingus wasn't cheating? I burrowed my head between her legs, and my tongue got to work below her mound. She lay where I'd eat my breakfast, now I was rug munching on an all you could eat buffet.

"That's it eat my coochie," she purred.

She was as sweet as nectar, as my tongue scooped away, stimulating her clit, licking her out. Darting my tongue in and out and as far as I could go, flicking her bean, spreading her flaps with my hand I lapped up her juices as she cooed and bleated with delight.

"Fuck yeah!" she panted. "Lick my pussy," she gasped, "Push harder you cunt!" she demanded.

It wasn't long before the hot slut was grinding, writhing, shuddering, and moaning as she came in my face.

"Yes baby girl," I muttered. "Fucking cum!"

The gushing took me aback, but I took it on the chin, then the dirty cunt seemed to just start pissing, I couldn't tell the difference although she tasted more bitter.

With a sigh, she lay back her legs dangling, and I rubbed my dripping cock across her sparkling straps and feet.

"Fuck 'em, fuck my tootsies," she husked. "Fuck those white toes, they cost enough."

I took off her heels and happily fucked her soles and side of her feet for a bit. My cock popped up like a whack-a-mole. Edging myself, I was so tempted to blow my load. I stopped.

Her perfume, sweat and juices filled the air. I pulled her from the counter, without her heels she was even smaller. She could hardly stand, hobbling weak legged as I pulled the top of her dress down, braless her pert tits remained wonderfully in place. With her dress which now looked like a large belt, I licked her armpits, her ample tits and bullet nipples while playing with her sensitive cunt.

With my bladder full and my body wet, I thought I'd get a little water sports revenge on the drunk dirty slut, and put Cath back on her knees. Holding my meat, she knew what I had in mind.

"You filthy fuck!" she barked.

I began hosing the bitch down, raining streams of clear urine over her, soaking her from head to toe.

"This is for Jane," I sighed.

The warm piss splashed as she playfully gargled and spat, smiling, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. I threw down some hand towels on the tiled floor to mop up the piss as Cath took off her sopping dress.

With perfect proportions, scraped back blonde hair and white nails, googly eyed I drooled over her.

"Can I have a shower?" she slurred, rubbing my backed up balls and erection. "Stick out the clothes in the wash, you can just tell Jane I was sick, it's sort of true," smiled the sneaky conniving cunt. "You can fuck my brains out then I'll drain your balls," she added with a wink.

"You dirty bitch!" I said. I gave a nod as the little fireball headed upstairs with her tits bouncing and perfect ass slightly jiggling. Standing naked in the kitchen I made plans as I threw her clothes, my jeans, and towels in the wash. I had my alibi sorted, should Jane ask about the washing.

Fucking twenty-year-old Cath in Jane's bed, our bed --was NOT an option. If I were to ruin and stretch out Cath's young holes, I'd have to do it in the shower or my daughter's old room. Jane and Cath were like white and black swans. Jane could come back at any moment, and a threesome was unlikely, as Jane wasn't the sharing type.

I contemplated masturbating and blowing my load over Cath's discarded shoes. Then put Cath to bed and go to sleep. It was the right thing to do, I pondered.

I hastily put her sparkling shoes on the chair tidily, my cock locked and loaded in hand, but I hesitated looking over her tempting shoes. Was it worth shooting on her dirty heels just to clean them up afterwards? I thought. Maybe I could masturbate watching her in the shower instead?

And as if by magic my phone rattled on the counter, a message from Jane that began: 'If you're still awake...' to my warped enjoyment I pulled my lazy-cock a little reading the rest of the text. I took comfort in the fact that there was no mention of Cath, she was enjoying her night out, and would be going for food with her remaining work colleagues.

I put Cath's shoes back on the floor. It was going to be a long night I thought. My full nuts-sacks rocked, and my erect cock bobbed as I made my way upstairs to ruin little Cath in some shape or form.