I would love for this to be a story of me, and my super thick 10 inch cock, getting to fuck a supermodel with 48 GG tits and a 24 inch waist. If that is your fantasy (or reality) you should write it yourself. This is my simple story. I am Tony, a 54 year old teacher, about 50 lbs overweight with a very pedestrian 6 inch cock. My best fucks are behind me, but I do still get hard and am happy when I get the chance to use it. My wife and I have been together for 6 years (a second marriage for both of us) and we still have sex, but not as often as we did. This story is about me and her best friend (she has been dating my best friend for more than 7 years.
My friend Billy and I have know each other's secrets, and as such, work will with the understanding that loose lips sink ships. My wife warned me when we started dating that Billy's girlfriend, Susie, was not to be trusted (apparently she has slept with one of the men my wife had been dating before. She is 64 and has a bit of a belly, sandy brown hair. Her 34 C breasts are still firm (at her age a rather rare occurrence). She had a soft puffy pussy with a small landing strip (but more on that later). I never really thought about it much, it was just a note that sat in an empty place in my brain.
My wife had left for a three week cruse with her friend from Florida. I was happy to stay home and work. I always feel like a third wheel with them anyway. Billy and Susie came by the first Sunday my wife was gone, to check up on me. I fired up the BBQ and broke out the beer and vodka. After about 3 hours of heavy drink (by them, I am NOT a drinker anymore) Susie wanted lots of hugs and rubs, and Billy was happy to sit and drink. I went inside to get more drinks, and she followed me in. She wrapped her arms around me to give me a hug, a thank you for letting them come over and hang out in my back yard. I was a little uncomfortable, but smiled and told her it was was nothing. I pushed by and went back outside to chat with Billy. Susie came out about 10 minutes later and announced she was ready to go. We got up and I drove them home. When I dropped them off, I got a quick peck on the cheek as she left.
I didn't think anything of it. When I got home, I realized how much trouble I was actually in. I cleaned up the mess and loaded the cans in the trash then decided it was time for bed. I climbed the stairs and walked into my bedroom. I noticed the bed was not like I left it. When I pulled back the sheets, I found a surprise Susie had left me. I wet spot and her panties. I wish I was the kind of husband who would change the sheets right away, and throw the panties in the trash. I am NOT. I leaned in close and took a deep breath in. I could smell her musk on my sheets and then I picked up her panties, they were still damp and smelled like the sheets. I crawled into bed, wrapped the panties around my aching cock and stroked myself to completion. I wiped up the cum with the panties and set them on the night stand.
I woke up twice during the night, and did it again. I think the think the third time, I was shooting dust out of my pee hole. When I went downstairs for breakfast, I grabbed a baggie from the drawer, and put the panties (covered in my cum and hers) inside and sealed it up.
When I drove past Susie's house on my way to work, I noticed that Billy's car was gone (he must have left early to change at his house before work). I parked on the road and put the panties in the baggie inside the newspaper sitting on the doorstep. I went off to work, thinking nothing more about it.
Later that afternoon, I got a text message from Susie. "I was wondering where I left those, thanks so much for returning them. They are my new favorite pair." Just vague enough to avoid suspicion, but in context, I was in DEEP.
The rest of the week when on without incident. I had almost forgotten about the weekend (yes, I changed the sheets on Monday, and got a new mattress cover (better safe than sorry)).
On Friday afternoon, about 2:30, Billy called and said he and Susie were going to another friends house to use the pool. The weather was forecast to be well over 100 and I was a little jealous, but I thought nothing of it. About 5:30, my phone rang again. It was Billy. He had a call from his daughter and needed to go help with his grandson's school function. I was like, "ok, and . . ". He hesitated and asked if I could go by about 7:00 and pick up Susie from the pool. She wanted to stay and work on her tan. Another place where the good man says, "no", but I did not. I said, "sure." I had no idea what was in store for me.
