Fucking My Best Friends Hot Husband

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I have a problem. I’m absolutley in total lust for my best friend’s husband. In fact, I have had wild fantasies about Fucking My Best friend’s Hot Husband. His name is David, and I can’t help but play with myself every time he pops into my head. I know it’s so bad to have these thoughts. However, in the past, over drinks, he confided in me that he’s not happy being married to my best friend any longer.

Basically, he isn. ‘t sexually satisfied. The reason for that being, is that my friend hates sex. It’s no secret that I’m a bit of a nympho, so I have to wonder if he shared that with me for a reason. I hate to admit it, but lately when I’m getting fucked I can’t cum, not unless I imagine David on top of me, pounding me relentlessly. Ugh. How do I make this happen, without ruining my friendship with my friend? I mean, she doesn’t exactly have to know, does she?

Just the other day, my best friend confided in me that David would soon be going away on business. She was so ecstatic that she even shared the hotel where he would be staying. I have no idea why she would want to be away from him. He’s hung and hot! She wants both of us to have a girls’ day of shopping and the theatre. However, I have other plans. Plans that do not include her, but do include Fucking My Best Friends’ Hot Husband

Fucking My Best friend’s hot Husband, in his hotel suite

I pretended that day that I had to fly out of town immediatley. Due to my sister, who is nine months pregnant, I needed to be at her side. Since her husband is in the Navy and she was home alone. Of course, it was an absolute fabrication! But my pussy demanded that I lie. What would you do? I asked her for a rain check and asked her to please forgive me for canceling on her at the last minute. Little did she know that I had bought my plane ticket to fly me to the hotel where her sex starved and neglected husband was. Soon, I would be playing his Dream Girlfriend, and I would be Fucking My Best friend’s Hot Husband.

There he was, sitting at the bar of the hotel alone. Poor guy, he must be so horny! I walked over to where he was sitting, pretending not to have seen him. He looked fucking amazing. I felt so nervous and excited at the same time. Soon I would be upstairs, Fucking My Best friend’s hot Husband, in his hotel suite. Cassie?  His hungry and enibreated eyes lingered on my big tits. I knew that he loved women in stockings, a corsette, and high heels. Not to mention my lips were painted with Tom Ford’s new shade Fucking Fabulous red. Giving me that naughty, sultry, burlesque look.

“Omg, David! What are you doing here?” I said, pretending to be surprised. “I have a conference tomorrow morning. What are you doing here, looking so ravishing?” He answered, eyes slowly undressing me with his lustful eyes. “My sister is having her baby and didn’t want to be alone.” I lied. Indeed, I couldn’t help but stare at his huge bulge in his pants. “Ah, ok, well I’m wiped out and have to be up early. It was so nice seeing you, Cassie.” David slowly leaned in to kiss the side of my cheek. Dammit, I wish I could be Fucking My Best Friend’s Hot Husband right this minute, right here on the counter of this bar.

He could see my freshly waxed pussy

“David! Wait, ugh,” I was lying right through my teeth. “I can’t find my room key. Can I stay with you until it materializes? I promise not to bother you. You can sleep. “Yeah, sure, why not?” David walked away, and I followed right at his heels. Once we were both inside the elevator, I casually dropped my clutch. “OOPS,” I whispered. Of course, David bent over to retrieve it for me. But while he was down there, I purposely lifted my dress so that he could see my freshly waxed pussy. ” You’re so kind, Dave, what would I do without you?”

Obviously, he looked and saw exactly what I wanted him to see. “Um, ya no problem, Cass. Happy to be of help.” He answered, clearing his throat and then quickly looking away. The door to the elevator opened, and I could feel the wetness emanating from my hungry vagina. “This way,” David directed. Once inside the hotel suite, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Seductively, I walked up to my best friend’s husband. I sat on his lap, raised my dress, and placed his hands on the top of my hungry mound. Next, I leaned my head back on his shoulder and used my hand to move his hungry lips to mine.

My pussy pulsated as his finger entered my wetness… In the next few minutes, I would be Fucking My Best friend’s hot Husband. Maybe next Time he would give me a Sensual Ass Fuck. The possibilities are endless.. I can hardly wait.

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