My Girlfriend’s Husband Seduced Me ♕

Last weekend, my girlfriend’s husband seduced me.

As a rule, my girlfriend has never trusted me to be alone with her husband. Of course, I thought it was because of me since she knows I’m such a slut. As it happens, he’s just as promiscuous, if not more. She wasn’t concerned that I would steal him from her. That is to say, she didn’t trust that he could control himself.

Finally, my girlfriend’s husband and I ended up in a room alone together.

I stopped by her house to see if she wanted some of the lemon squares I’d made. Ordinarily, I’d have both hands free, so I struggled to ring the doorbell. He answered in a towel, hair wet seemingly from the shower. “I thought you were an Amazon package, I’m sorry. Come on in!” he whispered breathlessly, furtively glancing up and down the street. “Did anyone see you?” I shook my head, a little confused.

“Is she not here?” I asked. He shook his head. “But come on in.”

As soon as the door closed, I turned around. He had dropped his towel. At first, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. How did he get hard that fast? He grinned at me and walked up, pulling at my top. “Take this off. I’ve always wanted you and I know you feel the same way about me. Obviously, that’s why she never lets us be alone.” Suddenly, my breasts were spilling out from under my shirt. I couldn’t believe my girlfriend’s husband was bending down, squeezing, groping and sucking on my tits. “I’m going to fuck you so good,” he promised me, then he pulled down my shorts and panties. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about your ass for weeks now. I just knew it would be perfect.”

Finally, I stood naked in front of my girlfriend’s husband.

“I know you’re not on the pill,” he whispered, “and in this case I’m going to cum inside you, again and again. Now bend over, bitch. Let me see that wet pink pussy of yours.” I bent over at the waist. “Wider!” he barked. “You know you want it. Let me see your slut pussy!” I was already soaking wet and I could feel my pussy leaking down my thighs. Suddenly, I felt his tongue tracing the lips of my pussy. I was moaning with delight. He came back up and stuck his cock deep inside me, pulling me up by my hair.

His hands wrapped around my throat as he whispered in my ear: “I’m going to make you cum so hard on my cock.”

In short, my girlfriend’s husband fucked me for hours that afternoon. We fucked standing up, fucking on the stairs. I rode him on the couch, he fucked me on the table, and we fucked on the kitchen floor. Each time he filled my quivering pussy with more and more creamy cum; moreover each time we both had a taste of it. By the time the sun fell, I fell on top of him with exhaustion, namely because I came over and over again. “We have to stop. She will be home soon,” I could barely speak. “Let’s get in the shower,” he suggested. “I don’t want her to smell me on you.” Soon, we stepped into the shower together. “Turn around,” he told me, soaping me up.

Suddenly, my girlfriend’s husband’s soapy cock was up my ass.

He groaned as he pulled my hair into a ponytail and rode me like a horse. Incidentally, he fucked me as hard as he could until came inside me again. In this case, I could feel it slippery and dripping out of me amidst the shower water. “Now clean yourself up.” He stepped out of the shower. With all this in mind, I cleaned my throbbing pussy lips and turned the water off, toweling off. As I walked into the living room, I saw him fully dressed on the sofa. “She’s on her way, you’d better go,” he quipped flippantly as he flicked through the tv channels, thus ignoring me. I wondered if it would ever happen again — would she and I ever have drunk lesbian sex with him watching?

I put my shoes on and left without saying a word.

On the street, I saw my friend. “I left you some lemon squares! Dropped them off with hubby!” In short, her mouth gaped open as I smiled innocently. Do you think she knew what we had been doing?