A night out while his wife’s away becomes a dream come true

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“How about a little game?” she asked, straightening her clothes. “If you guess the colour of my panties, I’ll let you take off my dress, otherwise, you take your clothes off.” I laughed as I felt my rational brain starting to reemerge from a sea of hormones and desire.

“That sounds win-win to me!” I laughed back.

“You get one guess.” She says, holding down the hem of her dress. “No peeking.”

I racked my brain, thinking of all the sneaky glances I was taking at her over the evening. I couldn’t recall seeing anything, not even a flash of colour other than pale skin and her deep green dress. Taking a stab in the dark and fully expecting to end up naked, I said “Pink?”

Her grin was devilish as she said “Close enough”, quickly unzipping and then slowly lifting her dress over her head. My rational brain shrank back away as a fresh wave of lust surged through me. Tracy’s nude lower half had a tiny tuft of red hair above a smooth, flawless pussy. She threw the dress aside and ran her hands down her stomach and over her thighs, “I’d say it’s pretty pink.” I tore my eyes off her flawless body and stood up. Without prompting, she quickly unclasped the lacy bra I had been catching glimpses of all night and cast it aside, covering the already hard nipples of her incredible breasts with one arm as the other ran up and down her abdomen.

“I think I got it wrong,” I said, ripping my shirt over my head and fumbling to unbuckle my jeans. A tiny pang of guilt stung through my head as I stood nude in front of Tracy, which was quickly quelled by lust as Tracy giggled, setting her body moving in fascinating ways. I noted with satisfaction that freckles extended down her pale skin, light tan accentuating her pale perfection rather than detracting from it. I heard a small gasp as Tracy saw the full length of my cock for the first time. I pulled her close to me, lifting her as our mouths met and turned to seat her on the couch. I dropped to my knees on the thick rug as Tracy eagerly parted her legs for me.

“See?” she said cheekily, “I told you it was pink.” I hesitated before advancing into her, that stab of guilt again piercing the intensity of my desire. Tracy noticed me hesitating and ran a hand down the side of my face, tilting me up to look at her smiling face. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” her fingers cool against my cheek. “But Amy was right, I love married guys. I love giving them everything their wife doesn’t, and I love knowing that they want me more than they want her.” Her eyes locked with mine. “I will never tell anyone what happens tonight, and I’ll put my dress back on and go if that’s what you want me to do.” She smiled down at me, biting her bottom lip before continuing. “But I want you to do this. I want you to taste a pussy that doesn’t belong to your wife. I want you to feel young again.” she ran a hand down her naked chest, pausing to make a gentle circle around her nipple. “And most of all, I want you.”

Her last words broke the guilt and I made up my mind, hungrily diving my mouth to meet her already wet pussy. The smell and taste of her were intoxicating, familiar and yet so different, my ardor fully inflamed. I hear Tracy’s moans as she runs her hands through my hair pulling my mouth into her as my tongue explores every part of her. I lick and suck and kiss wildly, before settling into more of a rhythm. As Tracy starts to relax and moan more evenly, I run my tongue all the way from the peak of her clit to her tight asshole and back, pausing to push my tongue deep into her opening before wrapping my mouth around her swollen clit and sucking, flicking my tongue across its sensitive surface.

I hear Tracy gasp as I slowly slip a finger into her “oh yes,” she moaned as I started to trace circles inside her before slowly sliding a second finger into her tight pussy “OH YES.” she expounded, a lot louder this time as I fingered her deeply and lapped at her clit like a drowning man gasping for air. She squirmed and started to move her hips in rhythm with my movements. Deep, primal moans echoed through my living room as she pressed into me, her hands opening herself wider to let me take more of her into my mouth and letting her pussy take my fingers even deeper. I felt her pussy start to clench as her moans increased in pace and volume. A choked cry that was nearly a scream escaped her throat as her orgasm squeezed tight enough around my fingers to nearly break them. I felt a warm gush as she squirted in my face, her orgasm pulsing again and again as I continued teasing her clit with my tongue.

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