For the past six months, I've been sleeping with my buddy's wife. I try to be careful, but I'm pretty damn sure we're going to get caught one of these days. I also try to feel guilty about it but... fuck it, I just can't. She's fuckin' gorgeous, and a goddamned *mink*... I barely have to cross my eyes and she's trying to get my pants down.
Started innocently enough, I guess. I won a beach house for a week, but work was only going to let me get away for the weekend. So, I set my buddy and his family up, figuring I'd get out there Friday evening and play honorary uncle for a while. However, when I got out there, Rob had taken the kids out on the boardwalk, while Janey'd stayed at the house... too much sun had given her a headache. I figured I'd be a bit quiet, change into my suit and get into the water while the sun set. Quick look in the master's bedroom showed Janey still down, so I went to the bathroom to change. 'Bout the time I'm stripped down, Janey opens the door, mumbling "Rob, honey, where are the..."
Janey's wearing nothing but a t-shirt... one that barely covered her hips, and clung to her curves like it's saran wrap. The neckline's been cut, so it reveals two gorgeous breasts, lightly golden from a day's sun, framed by sun-lightened auburn hair, mussed from her nap. I stopped in shock, unable to take my eyes off her or remember to cover up. She looked at me for a moment... first confused, then a trifle embarrassed, causing her to drop her eyes... at which point she noticed that I was *definitely* noticing her. I can't remember a woman looking this sexy, can't think of anything clever to say... then she took as step forward and took one of my hands in hers. She lifted it to her lips, kissing each fingertip, licking the length of my middle finger, my cock getting so hard that it almost hurt. She smiled at me, taking that hand and laying it on her breast as she reached out and started to stroke my cock.
I don't remember carrying her to the master bedroom, nor do I remember tearing off her shirt. I do remember my first taste of her, my head buried between her thighs; it was electric, the feel of her on my tongue, of her body reacting to my fingers inside her. The musky scent of her intoxicated me... I could live between those legs, feeling her calves press into my back and trying to keep time with her thrusting hips. I love the clutch of her fingers on the back of my head, and was almost disappointed when she pulled me up, kissing me hard as she grasped my cock and pulled me into her, her heels digging into my butt. Buried in her, I just tried to keep up. Each thrust she met, demanding more. I held onto her hip, trying not to explode immediately as we fucked. I'd hold a handful of breast, pinching and pulling. She fingered herself as we fucked, and would feed me those fingers, hot and sticky and sweet with her. When I came, it was like she ripped the cum out of me, and I collapsed for a moment. She let me rest, then pushed me off her, letting me lay back. I was still half hard, so she rode me, letting me get hard as she touched herself. Finally, my cock was too sensitive... I'd cum too hard, had too much stimulation... that I whimpered and pulled her off. She grinned down at me.
