"Bye!" "Good to see you, Dale!" "Drive safely!" "We'll have to do this again soon!" "Okay." I finally close the door after the awkwardly prolonged good-bye and let my face relax after holding a carefully crafted disposition all evening.
"Wow, he hasn't changed a bit!" Dale, who had just left our house, was one of my closest friends in college. After we graduated, I got married and moved into a small house locally, while Dale went adventuring around the world. It's been five years, so now that he's back in the country I insisted on inviting him over so we could catch up. He has so many stories - some wacky, some funny, some daring, and some interesting ones of his sexual exploits - that we barely scratched the surface during our long evening of chatting.
I glance over at Sabrina, my wife, who is peering out the window towards the front path with a funny look on her face. "Hasn't he? If he looked like THAT in college, I doubt he would have had any time to study! Too busy fending off ladies ... or not..."
I take an appraising look out the window as well. "I hope you're not getting TOO many ideas here, babe," I reply with a wink. "But you're right, he is in much better shape than he was back then, which counts for a lot." I withhold comment on his new hairstyle - shaggy on top in a messy but purposeful way that makes him constantly look like he just ran his hand through his hair. Nor do I mention how he seems to finally have figured out that he isn't cut out for the full beard look, and instead is rocking short stubble which accents his sharp jawline nicely.
I look back to Sabrina and grin at the smirk she fails to hide. As she stares at him I casually step behind her and slide my hands around her smooth stomach. I caress her lightly as we watch Dale enter his car. By the time he drives off, one of my hands has migrated up to her chest to grip a boob, while my other hand has drifted south, dug into her panties, and traced the perimeter of her vulva. Teasing only for a few seconds, I slide my finger through her lips and am immediately soaked by her pussy juices.
"Looks like Dale has gotten you hot and bothered for me tonight..." I state with some bewilderment, but anticipation for what I hope will follow quickly replaces the feeling. He might be the exciting eye candy for the moment, but guess who will get laid tonight? Not him!
Sabrina moans and leans heavily back into me as my finger explores her soaking pussy. I fondle her only for a moment though before she breaks away from me just enough to turn around and fall back into me - her lips, chest, and groin pressing firmly into mine as she kisses me with a rare fervor.
She shoves me as our tongues dance and I flop heavily back onto the couch. She wastes no time and before I even stop bouncing she has already stripped her tights off and is hooking her thumbs through her panties. I scramble to follow suit, lifting my butt off of the couch to shove my jeans and boxers down at once, as if Sabrina would go fuck Dale if I was not prepared for her onslaught in time.
And an onslaught it is! She gives no opportunity for either of us to doff our shirts before she straddles my hips, presses my chest into the cushions with a hand, and lines up my rock-hard cock with her sopping pussy. She lowers herself down atop me, emitting a prolonged sound somewhere between a groan and a wail as she rests her entire body weight on my hips and rocks back and forth.
She begins bouncing on my dick with gusto, and though she obviously doesn't care I can't help but pull her shirt up over her head to appreciate how her perky boobs bob along with the rhythm.
Fuck, this is too fast I'm gonna cum already... Sabrina attacks my cock so hard and with so much wanton lust that I'm already spiraling out of control! My mind spins as I try to take stock of the situation and figure out what I can do to prolong this personal heaven... This is one of the first times this has happened during "vanilla" sex - it usually is much more of a problem when I convince Sabrina to dominate me! Though that isn't a super common event - we make it happen maybe a couple of times each year - when she does dominate me I explode with the best orgasms of my life!
Oh, fuck, speaking of orgasms... I bite my tongue and dig fingernails into my ass cheek as I try to fend off the inevitable explosion. I notice, however, that Sabrina is also much closer to orgasm than I would expect. She usually takes ten more minutes than this at least! Wow, she must really be worked up if she is already on the brink. Maybe I can make it after all...
I try every trick in the book within the span of 20 seconds - counting by 3s, imagining kissing an ugly witch, rehashing my to-do list, etc. - no good! A desperate squeak escapes my lips and within seconds my hips involuntarily shove upward beneath my wife and my cum sprays into her moist cave.
Sabrina barely seems to notice the change, and even leans forward into me as she rides my depleted cock with even more vigor! Oh fuck this isn't good either.. alarm bells and sirens are going off in my brain as the nerves in my dick alight with oversensitive fire. I squirm beneath my lover-turned-captor but she is not done with me yet.
Maybe it is 20 seconds, maybe 2 minutes. However long it is I am in agony as Sabrina's pussy tortures my cock until finally she tenses up her whole body, squeezing my hips mightily with her thighs and pressing my chest deep into the couch. She holds this for several shaking seconds before collapsing down onto me. She uncharacteristically doesn't even react as my cum oozes past my softening dick to wet the couch.
She is so relaxed and motionless that I think her to be asleep, but she breaks the illusion by whispering, "Fuck that was hot!"
"God, yeah it was! That last bit was too much for me though..."
"Sorry," she offers, though her tone doesn't sound particularly apologetic. I don't blame her. "Hey babe?"
"Yeah?"