Seducing my friend’s wife – the day after

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I lapped at her pussy, circling her clit with my tongue, teasing along the sides, before sliding one, then a second finger into her. Her hands pressed more firmly on my head, pushing me into her groin. I reached around to squeeze her ass and my hand connected with other skin. Matt. From the brief contact, I could tell that his erect penis was poking into her, but as much as I wanted to grasp and stroke it, I restrained myself. Not sure if Liane would go for that and I had plenty to occupy my attention.

Her breath was coming more raggedly and I focused my actions on her clit, feeling it become hard as her orgasm approached. She gasped once and came with a small gush over my fingers. My own clit pulsed and throbbed as I slowed my tongue movements. Her hands on my head loosened.

“Lie down,” she ordered and I obediently crawled onto the couch, lying on my back. I could clearly see her wet inner thighs, her erect nipples, her flushed cheeks, and her naked husband standing behind her, his penis sticking straight towards us. He had a very intent look on his face and I could just imagine the effect this tableau was having on him.

Liane climbed onto the couch as well, positioning herself between my legs. Her ass was sticking up in the air and she delved into my slippery folds. Matt moved closer to her, stroking the head of his cock along her pussy lips. He grasped her hips firmly and plunged into her. Liane lifted her head to cry out once before returning to licking and finger fucking me. I could see Matt’s cock thrusting in and out of her, wet and slick. The sight of him fucking his wife while she sucked and licked at my cunt was enough to send me over the edge.

I pressed my hand over my mouth as I came, trying uselessly to muffle my own cries. She continued to lick me, mercilessly, pushing a third finger into me. I grabbed the back of the arm rest as a second orgasm gripped me. I heard Matt’s groan mingle with my own as he came. Liane slowed and gradually stopped her action on me and moved up to lay her body on top of mine.

She kissed me, her hips moving rhythmically and I found my arousal returning. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to grind my pussy into hers. She sat up, seeming instinctively drawn as I was to connect at the groin. Our legs intertwined and we began to press and writhe into each other. I pinched at her nipples and she moaned. She raised one of my legs up to rest on her shoulder, increasing the contact between our pussies and I was amazed at the wild abandon on her face. I could feel her bush rubbing against my clit, sensitive from my orgasms. It felt so good.

Matt moved forward to kiss her, replacing my hands with his. It was too much for me. I came a third time and heard her moan turn to a cry as she came again too. Our movements slowed and she leaned forward to kiss me again. Although it was softer and calmer than earlier, it was still a passionate mingling of tongues. I was surprised at how much we had both surrendered to the experience. I didn’t think it was entirely the wine that was responsible either.

“Thank you,” I told her. “That was incredible. You are incredible.” And she was. She was gorgeous with her tousled hair and her well-fucked glow. I wanted nothing more right now than to crawl into bed with her – or possibly with both of them – and snuggle our way into sleep. And then wake up and do it all over again.

“You are most welcome,” she replied, smiling, and to my surprise, she kissed me again.

We hadn’t noticed that Matt had slipped to the kitchen, but he returned with two tall glasses of water. We sat up on the couch, angled slightly towards each other and remarkably unselfconscious of our nakedness. He handed us the glasses and returned to the kitchen.

“So,” Liane started, “your flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow night, right?”

“Eight-forty-five,” I responded, sipping gratefully at the cold water. All that heavy breathing and moaning was thirsty work.

“Excellent,” she said, looking sideways at Matt where he had perched on the arm of the couch, drinking his own glass of water. “Because there are a couple of other things I’ve always wanted to try,” she finished. And she smiled.

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