Free Story – Orgasm #9

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I was resigned to being a frustrated wife—until I met the sexy next-door neighbor.

I’m married to a good man. I’d never considered cheating on him and certainly not with another woman, but I did. It happened with my best friend, Beth. She has always talked freely about sex between herself and her husband, a wild man in bed. Her vivid tales always create a tingle between my legs.

Her husband s specialty seems to be anal sex. My husband thinks that anything other than man on top, twice-a-week sex is perverted. He would never dream of teasing my anus with his big, beautiful cock and I’d be afraid to ask. So for years, I kept my fantasies to myself and savored each of Beth’s wild tales.

Her face gets flushed as she tells me just how good it feels to have the tip of her husband’s cock sliding into her ass while she has orgasm after orgasm. He always ends the session by withdrawing his cock from her ass and shooting all over her tits.

She assures me that it is a sensation that I would want to experience. Of course, I believe her because sometimes just hearing her talk about it has me ready come in my pants. More than once I’ve had to masturbate after session of listening to her sexy tales. That’s one secret that I never red with her, or anyone else that matter.

They were all secret fantasies and, in my mind, perfectly innocent … until the evening Beth showed up unexpectedly and my husband was out of town.

She told me that her husband s glued to the1V and she wanted me company. As usual, she moved the conversation around to sex. I didn’t mind. I always get a little horny when my man is out of town. I figured that she might give a good fantasy, one that I could use while my fingers rocked me off to sleep. I love to doze off in the warm glow of a good orgasm.

But what she told me caught me completely off-guard. She told me that even as we sat there talking, her husband was watching one of his X-rated videos. Then she added that he likes to watch them in the nude while he masturbates. I didn’t call her a liar, but I’m afraid that my expression said as much. “I can prove it,” she offered, almost in a huffy voice.

“No, that won’t be necessary. I believe you” I lied. I had to fight the urge to laugh as I pictured her husband pumping his tool while he watched TV.

I guess that my grin was the last straw. Before I could resist, she grabbed my arm and practically dragged me from my house and across the lawn to one of her windows.

It was a strange feeling to peek into someone’s house even with them standing beside you. However, the sight that greeted my eyes quickly grabbed my attention.

Beth’s husband, Bill, was in plain sight, laid back in his recliner naked as the day he was born. I couldn’t see what was on the TV, but he did have his penis in his hand. It was rock-hard and he was pumping it like crazy.

I knew from reading that men masturbated, but I never even imagined that I’d see it happen. The sight excited me like-nothing can remember. My legs felt like jelly, and the crotch of my panties was suddenly soaked with the juice from my pussy.

I did my best to keep Beth from seeing how it affected me. But, when I was finally able to pull my eyes away from the fascinating sight, I found my best friend standing beside me with her hand in her panties. She was fingering he self in the middle of the backyard.

It was too dark for anyone to see what we were doing, but still it blew my mind to see her do something so personal out in the open.

“It makes me hot to watch him,” she panted, in a low whisper. “He likes me to do it with him.”

My throat was dryer than the Mojave Desert. I couldn’t have spoken if I’d known what to say. My attention was drawn to the masturbating man like a moth to a flame. I had to keep my hands clasped together to control the urge to do the same thing that my horny neighbor was doing. I could tell from her heavy breathing that she was approaching her peak.

“I’m coming,” she moaned as she grabbed my arm for support. Her nipples were so hard that they dug into my arm and added to my excitement. I nearly joined her in a sympathy come.

Seconds after she popped the cork, her husband closed his eyes, lifted his hips and pumped his penis in short, choppy strokes. Each stroke produced on ore of seed from his beautiful organ.

By the time it was over, Beth and I had to lean on each other for support to make it across the yard to my house. “Well,” she said, her face still flushed with excitement, “what did you think?”

“Whew!” was the best reply I could muster.

“I assume that George doesn’t do that for you?” she grinned. “Are you kidding?”  I said, almost giggling. “George is probably in that one percent that hos never done it, much less in public.”

“Well, any time you need the old battery charged, just let me know and I’ll set it up.”

I laughed and assured her that was all my heart could stand. But in my mind, I was already wishing that it had lasted longer.  And I was still so hot that I felt like I come any second.

Luckily, Beth didn’t stay much longer before she headed home. The door was barely closed behind her when my finger slid into my pussy.  I was coming before I had it in to the second knuckle.

I must have had a dozen orgasm before I dozed off, too tired II my finger out of my satisfied puss. I woke up the next morning still horny. I cleaned my entire house, trying to keep my mind off of the obscene sight of the night before.

By that evening I thought I was over it. It was, until the phone rang. It was Beth. “If you want a show, come to the window,” she whispered and hung up.

Even while I slipped on a sweater, I told myself that I wasn’t going to do it. Five minutes later, I had my face pressed against the glass of my neighbor’s window, watching Beth and her husband doing a slow striptease.

I masturbated while they made a ritual out of taking off one another’s clothes, kissing each new area that became exposed. Beth purposely kept Bill’s back to the window so that he wouldn’t get wise to our little game.

I had my first orgasm when Beth knelt to pull Bill’s pants off. As soon as his cock sprang from his shorts, she covered it with her mouth. When he removed her panties, he returned the favor. From my position, I could see his tongue slip easily into her well-lubricated slit. That was when I had orgasm number two.

Next the couple sat on the floor, Indian style. He began stroking his big pole while Beth teased her swollen lower lips with the tips of her fingers.

I easily matched their rhythm with the hand I had down the front of my pants. My pussy was on fire. I had one come after the other, each one bigger and better than the last.

When Bill finally lost control, his sperm shot from his throbbing pole and spattered against Beth’s jiggling tits. She threw her head back and trembled all over. It was my first three-way come. And I loved every sexy second of it.

I stumbled back to my house on wobbly legs and collapsed on my sofa. Seconds later, Beth walked in. ‘‘Well, kid?” she grinned. “Was it all that I promised?”

I nodded and gave her a satisfied smile. “How many times did you come?” she giggled.

I blushed but answered her question honestly. “Eight times.” Before I realized what she was up to, she opened her top. Her breasts were still shiny, covered with Bill’s cum. Somehow, knowing what it was had me aching to come again.

She put her hands on her chest and began massaging the sperm into her big soft boobs. She stepped closer as she did and cupped the breasts toward my face. “Taste them. Bill’s cum is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”

I whimpered weakly, but did as she asked. Her nipple was hot and sweet. The taste was fantastic. I literally licked her from neck to belly button. I couldn’t get enough of Bill’s seed.

“Now look what you’ve done,” she purred as she pushed her skirt over her hips. She had no panties on. The lips of her pussy were wet and puffy. ‘‘What are you going to do about it?” she gasped as her hands moved behind my head and nudged it toward her wet womanhood.

Licking Beth’s pussy seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I sensed automatically just what would feel best. It was like satisfying the urge to taste myself.

I started very slowly as I licked a trail around the outer lips of her wet womanhood. Her body trembled. The slick juice oozed from her molten center. Finally, I dipped my tongue into the velvet puddle. She groaned deeply and had her first orgasm. As soon as she started coming, I pushed my tongue deep into her slick slit and moved it in and out rapidly like a tiny penis.

“You too,” she whimpered, as she pushed me toward the floor. She straddled my face and while I continued lapping her slit, she removed my panties and separated the swollen lips of my vagina with her long, soft fingers.

She began with a series of tiny kisses. She teased her way up and down my juicy slot a dozen times before she took my clit between her lips and rolled it gently.

It was orgasm number nine for the night and rockets exploded in my head. I grabbed her ass and plunged my face deep into Beth’s pussy. Finally, we rolled apart and lay side by side catching our breath.

After she left and I analyzed what had happened, I found that I didn’t feel the least bit of guilt. It had all been so natural, so sweet, two friends satisfying each other in a way that has no match.

Since then, I find that I can talk to her about all of my secrets, even my sex life. Strangely enough, I really do love my husband and am quite satisfied. Beth is my outlet for feelings that my husband can’t accept.

So, the way I figure it, what I’m sharing with Beth is something that he doesn’t want or need. No way can that be considered cheating.

Beth and I have watched her husband masturbate twice since then. Both times we wound up in a beautiful, satisfying 69. If anything, our secret has brought us closer.