Seducing my friend’s wife – the day after.
I leaned against the closed door of the guest bedroom, and reviewed the last couple of hours in my head. Still naked and holding onto my clothes, I threw them onto the bed and held out my hands in front of me. Yes, they were shaking. Must have been the adrenaline.
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I could not believe that I had just seduced Matt’s wife, that he had watched the whole thing, and most of all, that Liane had gone along with it!
It all happened so quickly – from our conversation in the kitchen to my off-hand proposition to Liane…the flirtation over supper, the massage, and then… I felt a familiar pulse low in my body as I thought of what I had done to her, and her reaction. Well, she certainly appeared to have enjoyed it. I smiled. Rather reassuring, since it was my first time going down on a woman. I licked my lips, still tasting her.
My hands strayed to my breasts and then lower. I had obviously enjoyed it too. I had orgasmed while giving a blowjob before but, clearly, performing oral sex on a woman had the same effect on me. I absentmindedly touched myself as I recalled how she had squirmed while I licked her and the final gush of fluid at the end. Was that what a female ejaculation looked like from the other side? I had been known to squirt occasionally, though more often during intercourse, and I’d never actually seen myself in a mirror. The taste had been interesting too – subtly different from the flavour of her regular arousal. And from mine. Did all women taste so different? With men, well, it tended to depend on what they’d had to eat or drink recently.
I closed my eyes and thought of her slippery wetness and how my tongue had slid over her so easily. I could feel my own fingers become slick again and realised I had begun to stroke my clitoris in earnest. I might as well get comfortable. I moved my clothes from the bed and lay on top of the covers. I closed my eyes again and started with my breasts, teasing first one nipple into erection, and then the other. I could feel the invisible connection between them and my clitoris and sighed. It was nice, but it always felt better when someone else did it.
I used one hand to gently twist and play with my nipples, while the other played lower. I dipped my middle finger inside, getting it wet, and then stroked slowly along my clitoris, remembering how hard Liane’s clit had become as I licked it. My hips began to move of their own volition, and I thrust two fingers inside with a bit more force, using the base of my hand to press and rub that sensitive spot.
I quickly abandoned my nipples, moving the second hand down so I could devote more attention to my clit while still using my fingers to fuck myself. I began to fantasise that it was Liane who was doing this to me, and I felt my climax approach. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out as I had an intense orgasm, my toes curling and my eyes squeezing shut.
I wiped my hands on my stomach and grabbed my PJs. I wondered if I could tiptoe to the bathroom to get washed up and ready for bed without anyone seeing me. Listening quietly at the door, I heard faint noises from Matt and Liane’s bedroom, so I dashed across the hall and quickly closed the bathroom door. I would sleep well tonight.