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Susan put down her coffee cup and looked over at Vicky. They were having their weekly Thursday afternoon catch-up in Vicky's opulent living room. It was like being in an interior design catalogue. She was sat on a chocolate brown leather sofa that blended seamlessly into a thick beige carpet with a dark brown rug. A soft comfortable room with a cosy warmth coming from a wood burner in the corner which took the slight chill of the September air.
"Well?", said Vicky expectantly, "what do you think?". Susan tilted her head and examined her. They were both in their mid 30's with Vicky slightly the elder, at 5'8 she was a relatively tall and slender woman. A keen runner, a fact that could be seen clearly in her figure. Toned, strong muscles were evident in her shoulders and legs and she had a typical runner's figure of a small firm bum, slim waist and small, perky breasts.
She wasn't a bad-looking woman, pleasing to the eye without the beauty that made anyone jealous, a good friend in that respect.
Susan took all this in quickly, after all, they had been friends for many years. She looks puzzled and shrugged at the question.
Vicky rolled her eyes and flicked her blonde hair off her shoulders with both hands and gave her a knowing look.
"Ah you got highlights" exclaimed Susan taking the obvious hint on board.
"Highlights? This is a full cut, colour and highlights, this took two hours and over £100 to get done", Vicky responded in a mock affronted tone.
"I see", said Susan, " It suits you, very natural" she replied encouragingly.
It was true enough, her shoulder-length blond hair was shiny and smooth, unlike her usual, faded windswept hair that was often stuffed into a ponytail. Thinking this, she enquired,
"What prompted this, it's not like you?"
"We are going away for the weekend for our 6 month anniversary and thought I would make the effort" she replied with a sly smile.
By "we" she meant her and her new boyfriend. Susan knew about Ryan but has only met him in passing once, Vicky had always been quiet about her love life ever since her divorce some years ago.
It was during this period that they met, Vicky was working on a short-term contract as a project manager for Susan's company and they recognized each other from going to the same gym, albeit Susan far less often. The divorce was part of the reason they became friends, Vicky was clearly lonely and in need of a friend. She had been a shy, quiet woman, meek almost. Susan was not typically the most social of people but warmed to her genuine and kind nature as she shared her struggles. They were now close but there were still things that came up in conversation that the other didn't know, stories untold and past histories to recount. As a result, they always had lots to talk about and both enjoyed their weekly catch-ups.
"Ah the lovely Ryan, where are you off to then, romantic break or dirty weekend" Susan teased knowing that Vicky would dodge the answer.
"Cabin in the lake district" Vicky replied nonchalantly as of it were a common occurrence. "Should be peaceful, what are you up to this weekend? She changed the subject deftly as she often did when it came to her love life. Fear of sharing in case it goes wrong, she supposed. Also, she was just shy and passive in her nature, not one to share intimate details or do anything too wild.
Susan herself had been married for 8 years and was in a good marriage. No children so they spent a lot of time together, going out to dinner, weekend breaks and spontaneous trips to do anything that caught their eye. Her husband Neil was a lovely man she thought gratefully. They had met at uni but lost touch for a few years before getting together. He had been a rower at university, and though he modestly claimed he wasn't very good he still had the broad shoulders and thick torso, even if the years had turned his once chiselled form into something more soft and comfortable.
She was the same she supposed, an aspirational gym goer but really just a average looking woman. Her dark brunette hair was always down and curled slightly at the end as it fell over her shoulders. She had pale skin with brown eyes, high cheekbones and a sharp, but not unattractive nose. Maybe above average, she thought to herself but as all women know the true signs of age are all below the neck.
Her tummy was definitely on the soft side, not quite chubby she thought but...soft, cuddly her husband called it, meaning it as a compliment. Likewise, her legs were nowhere near as toned as Susan's. Pale tree trunks she thought but that was a family trait. Whilst not quite confident in a bikini, except in the back garden, she wasn't unhappy in her body and she knew her main attractive feature was her breasts. Not big at 34C but relatively perky and fitting her frame nicely. The occasional early morning postie has certainly snuck some admiring glances through her cotton pyjamas. Her husband never failed to notice them or pay compliments to them. Yes, she thought, life is pretty good.
"We Alsancak Escort (http://alsancak.t2bro.net/) are not up to much, you remember Hannah who I used to work with? She is on holiday in Turkey so I said I would keep an eye on her fish when she was gone so I will probably just head over there once or twice and maybe go to dinner. Nothing special this weekend" she tailed off wistfully at the thought of one friend in Turkey and one friend shacked up in a cosy cabin.
The conversation carried on to who Hannah was and what various work colleagues now did and time passed quickly.
"Another?" Vicky enquired picking up her mug and waving it in the universal signal.
Susan checked her watch, "Sure, let me just nip to the bathroom"
"You're in for a surprise" called Vicky to a departing Susan.
Intrigued Susan pushed the bathroom door open and was indeed surprised. It was extremely tidy for a start, not to say it was ever unclean, just that shampoo and hair product bottles littered the shelf and window sill normally. Instead everything, she assumed, was in a new mirrored vanity unit above the sink. The bathmats and shower curtain were new, bright matching shades of teal and the linoleum floor had been replaced with a slate grey effect flooring that matched the walls. It was very nice she thought, spruced up and modern. She used the bathroom and was leaving when saw the final touch.
Even the laundry basket was new, no longer a tired old fabric one that sagged. An obviously new suede effect one with a lid stood in its place, matching the colour scheme closely as was Vicky's style. It was starting to overflow, not a surprise, though Vicky was houseproud she was fairly disorganized.
Something caught her eye in the overflowing basket as she was pulling the door open to leave. A lacey red flash that was unmistakable against the teal basket. She thought of her friend in the other room in her oversized grey hoodie and leggings. A casual, shy woman, were these hers? Curiosity guided her hand, she lifted the lid of the basket with a slight tremble. Amidst the mess was clearly a very sexy pair of red lace panties.
She took hold of the delicate red lace and gently slipped it out of the basket, her heart was pounding in her ears, how long has she been gone and why was she doing this? She held up the lacey knickers and stared. They were satin at the front with lace sides and back, a small peephole on the back crisscrossed by red ribbons completed the look. Not slutty panties, but worn with one objective in mind, an unusual design she thought. She moved towards the window to try and read the brand label.
She thought back to her earlier conversation, Ryan had been there last night she recalled.
They must have fucked.
Why this revelation hit her was unclear, of course, they were having sex. She knew that but somehow knowing this...secret made it more real. It was no longer just theoretical, her mind wandered into the details
What had they done? Had she kept them on? Had he pulled them off her and forced her down onto the bed, or was it more frantic, around her ankles as he bent her over? No, she thought, she is a missionary girl, conservative and shy. Somehow she knew this was wrong though, you don't wear panties like this for missionary sex. Perhaps she had been...
"What do you think?" said Vicky as footsteps approached and Susan jumped.
Susan was a few steps away from the door that stood ajar and the basket. In a split second, she sized up her options. It was too far to hide them again and there was no way to explain this. She panicked and stuffed the panties up her baggy jumper as Vicky knocked gently and pushed on the ajar door.
"Bright don't you think," Vicky said cheerily, "I saw these colours in HomesStyle magazine and thought I would try it out"
"It's great, very matching and I like the mirror unit. Really makes it much brighter and modern looking" Susan replied as calmly as she could but feeling her face flush, her heart pounding at the breach of privacy, the betrayal she was committing.
They continued talking about bathroom decor and ideas for a few minutes before proceeding back to the sitting room. Susan tried to remain calm and natural but was struggling and her mind raced with thoughts as guilt swept over her and made her sick to her stomach.
"How can I put these back without her knowing? What if she finds out? Why did I do that, I'm not a pervert."
A second voice took over:
" I wonder what she has on now, did they fuck again this morning? She might have cum in her right now. Dammit pull yourself together or she'll suspect."
She pulled her focus back and carried on with her conversation until a natural opportunity arose for her to leave. They hugged their goodbyes in the hall, Susan keeping one arm pressed into her jumper just in case.
"Have a good weekend" Vicky said as she was leaving, "you too " came the reply. I bet you will she thought to herself in a slightly jealous tone. She didn't begrudge her friend her weekend really Alsancak Escort Bayan (http://alsancak.t2bro.net/) but a dirty weekend with a new lover did give her a sense of nostalgia, she missed that feeling, the adventure and the sheer lust of it all.
She got into her car and drove for a few minutes until she pulled into her drive. She hadn't focused on the journey at all and drove on autopilot, her mind was still on one thing only. Why had she done that?
She hastily went upstairs and put the offending item into her underwear drawer for safekeeping and to avoid suspicion from her husband. God she thought, I'm paranoid. Though he was a big fan of lingerie and hosiery, he would hardly question some pants he hadn't seen before. Your being silly she told herself, put it out of your mind and return them next time.
She did just that and had forgotten about it when her husband came home from work a few hours later. "How's my part timer" he said, kissing her hello as he teased her for having the day off work. "Good, had a nice time with Vicky" she replied pleasantly as Neil set down his work bag and got settled on the couch. "Easy with the part time jokes, you have tomorrow off" she retorted she said remembering suddenly. "That's a bank holiday, it's not the same and you know it", he grinned at her and she smiled as she sat down next to him. "So what's for dinner then" he asked with a mischievous twinkle, Susan could see he had some sort of joke ready. "No idea" she said hoping to throw him off. "How about this tasty morsel here" he said, leaning into kiss her neck as his hand went to her thigh.
Susan slapped his hand playfully and laughed, "curry, we're having curry, you might get something spicy for dessert if you behave." She added, patting his crotch.
He laughed and went upstairs to change.
The evening passed convivially until it was getting late. Susan was in the mood and she could tell he was as well. She went to shower and quickly checked to see everything was clean and smooth as it should be. She didn't believe in complete hairlessness but tidied up her legs and armpits and trimmed her bush into a neat patch. She admired herself in the mirror for a few moments and then wrapped herself in a towel.
"I'm going to bed" she said poking her head around the living room door where he husband lay scrolling on his phone. "Want to join?"
Not needing to be asked twice, Neil jumped up and followed her up the stairs, admiring her legs and planning his next move.
They had a good sex life, slightly predictable but that came with any long-term relationship. They knew what they each want and were content and comfortable.
Tonight Susan was more turned on than usual but couldn't admit the reason to herself. "You're just horny," she told herself.
She sat on the edge of the bed as Neil removed his shirt and trousers. His boxers showed a noticeable bulge almost level with her face. She leaned forward and kissed his stomach as her hands closed around his glutes. She pulled him forward and he collapsed on top of her, shuffling back she brought the soles of her feet onto the bed as her knees bent and parted. He shifted his body on top of her until they were face to face.
He kissed her softly and felt her eager response, her tongue swirling in his mouth as her hands squeezed his body closer to hers. His kisses moved to her ears and neck, highly erogenous zones for Susan. She closed her eyes and felt his teeth gently nibbling her neck and ear before moving to the top of her chest which was still covered by the towel. His mouth and tongue swirled over her cleavage as his hands massaged her breasts through the towel. She pulled him up and kissed him again, desperate to feel his touch. He pulled away and sat up straddling her. He gazed at her, god she was stunning he thought. His hands reached round to her knees, running over her legs and thighs until they were under the towel. Teasing her briefly, they moved away, from her thighs to Susan's disappointed moan. Smiling he reached around her sides before quickly pulling the towel off her and leaving her completely naked under him.
"Touch me" she whispered as his hands grabbed her hips and began moving up her body, over her stomach and up between her breasts which fell to each side of her body. He circled over them before moving down and cupping them both in his hands. They were so sexy he thought. Admittedly he was an "ass man" but he couldn't help but lust after her body. His hands roamed over her tits, avoiding her nipples for as long as possible, gently touching her areola before moving away again until she was desperate for more. Without warning he took her wrists in each hand and pinned her arms to the bed before kissing her deeply again. Again he slowly moved his mouth down her neck all the way to her nipples which he flicked with his tongue before moving to the next one and repeating. He felt them harden as he began to gently suck and nibble on them. He released her hands and moved down her body, planting soft kisses on her breasts and stomach Escort Alsancak (http://alsancak.t2bro.net/) until he was eye level with her pussy.
She was ready he knew, and more ready than usual. He could see her hair was getting matted and wet and could smell the familiar scent of a wet pussy that he loved. All the same he continued his slow progress and nuzzled her lips gently before taking a long lick all the way up to her obvious pleasure as she let out a low gasp. He felt around with his fingers until he found the entrance and slipped his index finger in without resistance. His finger moved against her pussy walls as his tongue gently flicked over her clit. In no time at all her breathing became ragged and her hips began to move with his movements.
He pulled away wiping his wet finger across her nipple before licking the wetness off. She wasted no time in reaching for his boxers and with some difficulty she slid them off. His cock sprang up as she reached out and stroked it. She never judged men on cock size but she knew he had a good one, average length but nice, thick and solid. He kneeled on the bed next to her as she gave him a final few strokes. On a slower day, she would have sucked him but today was more urgent. She scrambled up to the pillow and lay back, opening her legs invitingly.
"Fuck me," she said simply.
He positioned himself above her and aimed his cock at the entrance to her pussy, pausing briefly before slowly slipping all the way in. Her warm wetness enveloped his cock and she felt her pussy stretch to take his length. She needed this. They both paused and locked eyes before kissing passionately. He pulled back and thrust into her again. She was a stunning woman he thought as he thrust into her repeatedly, her thrusts meeting him in the middle. She reached round and stroked her nipples, her moans and whispers of encouragement sending him into ecstasy as he thrust into her willing pussy.
She lay back, enjoying the sensation as images and fantasies flooded her mind, filthy depraved things that only occur in these moments. Good as it was she wasn't going to cum, she knew from experience she needed her clit stimulated. "Let me ride" she gasped after an especially deep thrust.
A brief pause and shift in positions ensued before she lowered herself down onto his wet cock. He loved being ridden, but then what man didn't? He watched his cock slide into her, parting her lips which held it tight. He watched her soft tits bounce as her rhythm increased. His hands wandered over her ass, squeezing it and pulling it down onto his shaft. He slid his hands up her body and onto her tits, squeezing her nipples firmly before lowering them into his warm mouth. She moaned her approval and gasped a low, "yes" as he continued to suck and nibble on her. He could tell she was more turned on than usual as her pussy wetness was running onto his legs and down his balls, a strange sensation in itself but knowing the cause turned him on immensely.
He was going to cum soon and she could tell. She reached out to the bedside table and pulled out her bullet vibrator from her underwear drawer as she often did. She slowed down and turned it on, placing it against her clit. The sensation drove her wild as she knew her orgasm wasn't far away, she grinded against him, rubbing the vibrator between their bodies.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of scarlet. Vicky's panties sat in the open drawer, she knew they were the reason for this but hadn't been horny enough to admit it, she didn't care now. Depraved thoughts swept her mind, had Vicky fucked her man like this? What was she like in bed? She pictured her wearing those panties as she straddled her man, slipping them to the side and putting him inside her pussy. Was that what happened? The image changed and she saw her on all fours being taken by Ryan with her panties around her ankles. Yes, she's a dirty little slut her deranged mind said for no reason at all as she pictured her little tits bouncing as he took her dominantly from behind. These thoughts continued to swirl as she imagined her friend being fucked in more and more adventurous ways as she continued to grind her slick pussy against her vibrator.
"Cum in my cunt", a spreadeagled Vicky begged Ryan suddenly in Susan's fantasy as her orgasm took her. Her pussy pulsed around Neil's cock as she pulled the vibrator away and ground her body into Neil. For several seconds she bucked and quivered in absolute ecstasy. "I'm cumming" Neil moaned distantly in response to this, she was so caught up in the moment and exhausted she barely felt his warm cum shooting against her pussy walls.
Breathing hard she climbed off and lay next to him, she glanced at him and they both smiled. "Good?" he breathed. "Yeah," she replied snuggling in.
As she came down from her high her mind raced as guilt and shame swept over her. What the hell was she thinking, why had she stolen from and then fantasised about a close friend in that way? Did she like Ryan, no she quickly thought, not him. Was it her, she wondered? Did she have feelings for Vicky? Still no she thought, just the thought of other people's private life and sex turned her on for some reason. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with her guilt, this was wrong but it was new, it was exciting, it was what she missed she thought.
"Well?", said Vicky expectantly, "what do you think?". Susan tilted her head and examined her. They were both in their mid 30's with Vicky slightly the elder, at 5'8 she was a relatively tall and slender woman. A keen runner, a fact that could be seen clearly in her figure. Toned, strong muscles were evident in her shoulders and legs and she had a typical runner's figure of a small firm bum, slim waist and small, perky breasts.
She wasn't a bad-looking woman, pleasing to the eye without the beauty that made anyone jealous, a good friend in that respect.
Susan took all this in quickly, after all, they had been friends for many years. She looks puzzled and shrugged at the question.
Vicky rolled her eyes and flicked her blonde hair off her shoulders with both hands and gave her a knowing look.
"Ah you got highlights" exclaimed Susan taking the obvious hint on board.
"Highlights? This is a full cut, colour and highlights, this took two hours and over £100 to get done", Vicky responded in a mock affronted tone.
"I see", said Susan, " It suits you, very natural" she replied encouragingly.
It was true enough, her shoulder-length blond hair was shiny and smooth, unlike her usual, faded windswept hair that was often stuffed into a ponytail. Thinking this, she enquired,
"What prompted this, it's not like you?"
"We are going away for the weekend for our 6 month anniversary and thought I would make the effort" she replied with a sly smile.
By "we" she meant her and her new boyfriend. Susan knew about Ryan but has only met him in passing once, Vicky had always been quiet about her love life ever since her divorce some years ago.
It was during this period that they met, Vicky was working on a short-term contract as a project manager for Susan's company and they recognized each other from going to the same gym, albeit Susan far less often. The divorce was part of the reason they became friends, Vicky was clearly lonely and in need of a friend. She had been a shy, quiet woman, meek almost. Susan was not typically the most social of people but warmed to her genuine and kind nature as she shared her struggles. They were now close but there were still things that came up in conversation that the other didn't know, stories untold and past histories to recount. As a result, they always had lots to talk about and both enjoyed their weekly catch-ups.
"Ah the lovely Ryan, where are you off to then, romantic break or dirty weekend" Susan teased knowing that Vicky would dodge the answer.
"Cabin in the lake district" Vicky replied nonchalantly as of it were a common occurrence. "Should be peaceful, what are you up to this weekend? She changed the subject deftly as she often did when it came to her love life. Fear of sharing in case it goes wrong, she supposed. Also, she was just shy and passive in her nature, not one to share intimate details or do anything too wild.
Susan herself had been married for 8 years and was in a good marriage. No children so they spent a lot of time together, going out to dinner, weekend breaks and spontaneous trips to do anything that caught their eye. Her husband Neil was a lovely man she thought gratefully. They had met at uni but lost touch for a few years before getting together. He had been a rower at university, and though he modestly claimed he wasn't very good he still had the broad shoulders and thick torso, even if the years had turned his once chiselled form into something more soft and comfortable.
She was the same she supposed, an aspirational gym goer but really just a average looking woman. Her dark brunette hair was always down and curled slightly at the end as it fell over her shoulders. She had pale skin with brown eyes, high cheekbones and a sharp, but not unattractive nose. Maybe above average, she thought to herself but as all women know the true signs of age are all below the neck.
Her tummy was definitely on the soft side, not quite chubby she thought but...soft, cuddly her husband called it, meaning it as a compliment. Likewise, her legs were nowhere near as toned as Susan's. Pale tree trunks she thought but that was a family trait. Whilst not quite confident in a bikini, except in the back garden, she wasn't unhappy in her body and she knew her main attractive feature was her breasts. Not big at 34C but relatively perky and fitting her frame nicely. The occasional early morning postie has certainly snuck some admiring glances through her cotton pyjamas. Her husband never failed to notice them or pay compliments to them. Yes, she thought, life is pretty good.
"We Alsancak Escort (http://alsancak.t2bro.net/) are not up to much, you remember Hannah who I used to work with? She is on holiday in Turkey so I said I would keep an eye on her fish when she was gone so I will probably just head over there once or twice and maybe go to dinner. Nothing special this weekend" she tailed off wistfully at the thought of one friend in Turkey and one friend shacked up in a cosy cabin.
The conversation carried on to who Hannah was and what various work colleagues now did and time passed quickly.
"Another?" Vicky enquired picking up her mug and waving it in the universal signal.
Susan checked her watch, "Sure, let me just nip to the bathroom"
"You're in for a surprise" called Vicky to a departing Susan.
Intrigued Susan pushed the bathroom door open and was indeed surprised. It was extremely tidy for a start, not to say it was ever unclean, just that shampoo and hair product bottles littered the shelf and window sill normally. Instead everything, she assumed, was in a new mirrored vanity unit above the sink. The bathmats and shower curtain were new, bright matching shades of teal and the linoleum floor had been replaced with a slate grey effect flooring that matched the walls. It was very nice she thought, spruced up and modern. She used the bathroom and was leaving when saw the final touch.
Even the laundry basket was new, no longer a tired old fabric one that sagged. An obviously new suede effect one with a lid stood in its place, matching the colour scheme closely as was Vicky's style. It was starting to overflow, not a surprise, though Vicky was houseproud she was fairly disorganized.
Something caught her eye in the overflowing basket as she was pulling the door open to leave. A lacey red flash that was unmistakable against the teal basket. She thought of her friend in the other room in her oversized grey hoodie and leggings. A casual, shy woman, were these hers? Curiosity guided her hand, she lifted the lid of the basket with a slight tremble. Amidst the mess was clearly a very sexy pair of red lace panties.
She took hold of the delicate red lace and gently slipped it out of the basket, her heart was pounding in her ears, how long has she been gone and why was she doing this? She held up the lacey knickers and stared. They were satin at the front with lace sides and back, a small peephole on the back crisscrossed by red ribbons completed the look. Not slutty panties, but worn with one objective in mind, an unusual design she thought. She moved towards the window to try and read the brand label.
She thought back to her earlier conversation, Ryan had been there last night she recalled.
They must have fucked.
Why this revelation hit her was unclear, of course, they were having sex. She knew that but somehow knowing this...secret made it more real. It was no longer just theoretical, her mind wandered into the details
What had they done? Had she kept them on? Had he pulled them off her and forced her down onto the bed, or was it more frantic, around her ankles as he bent her over? No, she thought, she is a missionary girl, conservative and shy. Somehow she knew this was wrong though, you don't wear panties like this for missionary sex. Perhaps she had been...
"What do you think?" said Vicky as footsteps approached and Susan jumped.
Susan was a few steps away from the door that stood ajar and the basket. In a split second, she sized up her options. It was too far to hide them again and there was no way to explain this. She panicked and stuffed the panties up her baggy jumper as Vicky knocked gently and pushed on the ajar door.
"Bright don't you think," Vicky said cheerily, "I saw these colours in HomesStyle magazine and thought I would try it out"
"It's great, very matching and I like the mirror unit. Really makes it much brighter and modern looking" Susan replied as calmly as she could but feeling her face flush, her heart pounding at the breach of privacy, the betrayal she was committing.
They continued talking about bathroom decor and ideas for a few minutes before proceeding back to the sitting room. Susan tried to remain calm and natural but was struggling and her mind raced with thoughts as guilt swept over her and made her sick to her stomach.
"How can I put these back without her knowing? What if she finds out? Why did I do that, I'm not a pervert."
A second voice took over:
" I wonder what she has on now, did they fuck again this morning? She might have cum in her right now. Dammit pull yourself together or she'll suspect."
She pulled her focus back and carried on with her conversation until a natural opportunity arose for her to leave. They hugged their goodbyes in the hall, Susan keeping one arm pressed into her jumper just in case.
"Have a good weekend" Vicky said as she was leaving, "you too " came the reply. I bet you will she thought to herself in a slightly jealous tone. She didn't begrudge her friend her weekend really Alsancak Escort Bayan (http://alsancak.t2bro.net/) but a dirty weekend with a new lover did give her a sense of nostalgia, she missed that feeling, the adventure and the sheer lust of it all.
She got into her car and drove for a few minutes until she pulled into her drive. She hadn't focused on the journey at all and drove on autopilot, her mind was still on one thing only. Why had she done that?
She hastily went upstairs and put the offending item into her underwear drawer for safekeeping and to avoid suspicion from her husband. God she thought, I'm paranoid. Though he was a big fan of lingerie and hosiery, he would hardly question some pants he hadn't seen before. Your being silly she told herself, put it out of your mind and return them next time.
She did just that and had forgotten about it when her husband came home from work a few hours later. "How's my part timer" he said, kissing her hello as he teased her for having the day off work. "Good, had a nice time with Vicky" she replied pleasantly as Neil set down his work bag and got settled on the couch. "Easy with the part time jokes, you have tomorrow off" she retorted she said remembering suddenly. "That's a bank holiday, it's not the same and you know it", he grinned at her and she smiled as she sat down next to him. "So what's for dinner then" he asked with a mischievous twinkle, Susan could see he had some sort of joke ready. "No idea" she said hoping to throw him off. "How about this tasty morsel here" he said, leaning into kiss her neck as his hand went to her thigh.
Susan slapped his hand playfully and laughed, "curry, we're having curry, you might get something spicy for dessert if you behave." She added, patting his crotch.
He laughed and went upstairs to change.
The evening passed convivially until it was getting late. Susan was in the mood and she could tell he was as well. She went to shower and quickly checked to see everything was clean and smooth as it should be. She didn't believe in complete hairlessness but tidied up her legs and armpits and trimmed her bush into a neat patch. She admired herself in the mirror for a few moments and then wrapped herself in a towel.
"I'm going to bed" she said poking her head around the living room door where he husband lay scrolling on his phone. "Want to join?"
Not needing to be asked twice, Neil jumped up and followed her up the stairs, admiring her legs and planning his next move.
They had a good sex life, slightly predictable but that came with any long-term relationship. They knew what they each want and were content and comfortable.
Tonight Susan was more turned on than usual but couldn't admit the reason to herself. "You're just horny," she told herself.
She sat on the edge of the bed as Neil removed his shirt and trousers. His boxers showed a noticeable bulge almost level with her face. She leaned forward and kissed his stomach as her hands closed around his glutes. She pulled him forward and he collapsed on top of her, shuffling back she brought the soles of her feet onto the bed as her knees bent and parted. He shifted his body on top of her until they were face to face.
He kissed her softly and felt her eager response, her tongue swirling in his mouth as her hands squeezed his body closer to hers. His kisses moved to her ears and neck, highly erogenous zones for Susan. She closed her eyes and felt his teeth gently nibbling her neck and ear before moving to the top of her chest which was still covered by the towel. His mouth and tongue swirled over her cleavage as his hands massaged her breasts through the towel. She pulled him up and kissed him again, desperate to feel his touch. He pulled away and sat up straddling her. He gazed at her, god she was stunning he thought. His hands reached round to her knees, running over her legs and thighs until they were under the towel. Teasing her briefly, they moved away, from her thighs to Susan's disappointed moan. Smiling he reached around her sides before quickly pulling the towel off her and leaving her completely naked under him.
"Touch me" she whispered as his hands grabbed her hips and began moving up her body, over her stomach and up between her breasts which fell to each side of her body. He circled over them before moving down and cupping them both in his hands. They were so sexy he thought. Admittedly he was an "ass man" but he couldn't help but lust after her body. His hands roamed over her tits, avoiding her nipples for as long as possible, gently touching her areola before moving away again until she was desperate for more. Without warning he took her wrists in each hand and pinned her arms to the bed before kissing her deeply again. Again he slowly moved his mouth down her neck all the way to her nipples which he flicked with his tongue before moving to the next one and repeating. He felt them harden as he began to gently suck and nibble on them. He released her hands and moved down her body, planting soft kisses on her breasts and stomach Escort Alsancak (http://alsancak.t2bro.net/) until he was eye level with her pussy.
She was ready he knew, and more ready than usual. He could see her hair was getting matted and wet and could smell the familiar scent of a wet pussy that he loved. All the same he continued his slow progress and nuzzled her lips gently before taking a long lick all the way up to her obvious pleasure as she let out a low gasp. He felt around with his fingers until he found the entrance and slipped his index finger in without resistance. His finger moved against her pussy walls as his tongue gently flicked over her clit. In no time at all her breathing became ragged and her hips began to move with his movements.
He pulled away wiping his wet finger across her nipple before licking the wetness off. She wasted no time in reaching for his boxers and with some difficulty she slid them off. His cock sprang up as she reached out and stroked it. She never judged men on cock size but she knew he had a good one, average length but nice, thick and solid. He kneeled on the bed next to her as she gave him a final few strokes. On a slower day, she would have sucked him but today was more urgent. She scrambled up to the pillow and lay back, opening her legs invitingly.
"Fuck me," she said simply.
He positioned himself above her and aimed his cock at the entrance to her pussy, pausing briefly before slowly slipping all the way in. Her warm wetness enveloped his cock and she felt her pussy stretch to take his length. She needed this. They both paused and locked eyes before kissing passionately. He pulled back and thrust into her again. She was a stunning woman he thought as he thrust into her repeatedly, her thrusts meeting him in the middle. She reached round and stroked her nipples, her moans and whispers of encouragement sending him into ecstasy as he thrust into her willing pussy.
She lay back, enjoying the sensation as images and fantasies flooded her mind, filthy depraved things that only occur in these moments. Good as it was she wasn't going to cum, she knew from experience she needed her clit stimulated. "Let me ride" she gasped after an especially deep thrust.
A brief pause and shift in positions ensued before she lowered herself down onto his wet cock. He loved being ridden, but then what man didn't? He watched his cock slide into her, parting her lips which held it tight. He watched her soft tits bounce as her rhythm increased. His hands wandered over her ass, squeezing it and pulling it down onto his shaft. He slid his hands up her body and onto her tits, squeezing her nipples firmly before lowering them into his warm mouth. She moaned her approval and gasped a low, "yes" as he continued to suck and nibble on her. He could tell she was more turned on than usual as her pussy wetness was running onto his legs and down his balls, a strange sensation in itself but knowing the cause turned him on immensely.
He was going to cum soon and she could tell. She reached out to the bedside table and pulled out her bullet vibrator from her underwear drawer as she often did. She slowed down and turned it on, placing it against her clit. The sensation drove her wild as she knew her orgasm wasn't far away, she grinded against him, rubbing the vibrator between their bodies.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of scarlet. Vicky's panties sat in the open drawer, she knew they were the reason for this but hadn't been horny enough to admit it, she didn't care now. Depraved thoughts swept her mind, had Vicky fucked her man like this? What was she like in bed? She pictured her wearing those panties as she straddled her man, slipping them to the side and putting him inside her pussy. Was that what happened? The image changed and she saw her on all fours being taken by Ryan with her panties around her ankles. Yes, she's a dirty little slut her deranged mind said for no reason at all as she pictured her little tits bouncing as he took her dominantly from behind. These thoughts continued to swirl as she imagined her friend being fucked in more and more adventurous ways as she continued to grind her slick pussy against her vibrator.
"Cum in my cunt", a spreadeagled Vicky begged Ryan suddenly in Susan's fantasy as her orgasm took her. Her pussy pulsed around Neil's cock as she pulled the vibrator away and ground her body into Neil. For several seconds she bucked and quivered in absolute ecstasy. "I'm cumming" Neil moaned distantly in response to this, she was so caught up in the moment and exhausted she barely felt his warm cum shooting against her pussy walls.
Breathing hard she climbed off and lay next to him, she glanced at him and they both smiled. "Good?" he breathed. "Yeah," she replied snuggling in.
As she came down from her high her mind raced as guilt and shame swept over her. What the hell was she thinking, why had she stolen from and then fantasised about a close friend in that way? Did she like Ryan, no she quickly thought, not him. Was it her, she wondered? Did she have feelings for Vicky? Still no she thought, just the thought of other people's private life and sex turned her on for some reason. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with her guilt, this was wrong but it was new, it was exciting, it was what she missed she thought.