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Squirts Of My Wifes Friend - Season 1 - Episode 3
~5.9 mins read
By this time, we had been together quite a while. Peter and Debby had had a baby who was now about 18 months old. We had a child as well… he was about a year old, so both mums had a lot in common. Debby and the toddler had come up to visit us for a week or so, leaving Peter at their house, with strict instructions to complete a long list of DIY tasks – or else.
Our home was a chalet bungalow, which we were renting in the western countryside. It had a nice room upstairs, immediately above our bedroom. So we made up a bed for Debby up there, and put a second cot for her kid in the spare room downstairs, so the two children could sleep together.
The house was a cheaply-built ’80’s construction, so the floors and walls were paper thin – meaning there wasn’t a great deal of real privacy. The thing was, I’d always quite enjoyed teasing Debby. It had always been pretty obvious that Peter was unable or unwilling to really satisfy her highly-sexed womanly needs.
She would constantly complain and say things like ‘I’ve tried dressing up in stockings and suspenders and everything, but nothing works!’
Conversely, I had acquired something of a reputation for being ‘Good in Bed’. There was a time at the nurses’ home – I was staying overnight with Loveth and was at the sink, cleaning my teeth, wearing nothing more than a pair of skimpy black briefs. If I do say so myself, I was in pretty good shape – years of hard manual work had given me a good physique, well defined muscles and a trim waist.
Conversely, I had acquired something of a reputation for being ‘Good in Bed’. There was a time at the nurses’ home – I was staying overnight with Loveth and was at the sink, cleaning my teeth, wearing nothing more than a pair of skimpy black briefs. If I do say so myself, I was in pretty good shape – years of hard manual work had given me a good physique, well defined muscles and a trim waist.
Debby came in barging in through the door on some pretext, but stopped dead in her tracks, eyeing me up and down. Loveth and I had just been fooling around a bit, so I was still sporting a semi hard-on and was packing quite an impressive bulge in those briefs. If Loveth hadn’t been there, I’m sure Debby would have gone for it, right there and then.
When Debby was staying with us, Loveth coincidentally had one of her hormonal horny nights. I was fucking her hard, first missionary, then doggy, on our double bed, right below where Debby was ‘sleeping’.
Loveth could be quite vocal when we were having sex like this and I knew perfectly well that Debby would be able to hear all the passionate noises and groans. I made no effort to be quieter – smiling inwardly, the exhibitionist in me knew that our amorous activities would undoubtedly be turning her on. ‘Guess what,
I’m getting laid and you’re not!’
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A moment later, we could clearly hear a buzzing noise from upstairs… we both realized, Debby was pleasuring herself with a vibrator!
I’m getting laid and you’re not!’
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A moment later, we could clearly hear a buzzing noise from upstairs… we both realized, Debby was pleasuring herself with a vibrator!
I was astonished when Loveth came out with, ‘Do you know, it would really turn me on to watch you making love to another woman? I’d love to watch your cock sliding in and out of someone else.’ Gulp.
How do you answer that? I gave a rather non-committal reply… ‘You do realize that’s every bloke’s favourite sex fantasy? To have another woman in bed with them and their wife?’
Next, she is saying, ‘Do you want me to go up and invite her down here, then?’ She gave me a nudge and a sexy grin.
Next, she is saying, ‘Do you want me to go up and invite her down here, then?’ She gave me a nudge and a sexy grin.
‘She’s obviously really frustrated.’ That was one of those really difficult situations, where you don’t know if she actually means it, whether it’s some kind of fidelity test, or whether it’s just sexy pillow talk. The thought of fucking a frustrated, horny bitch like Debby, while my wife watched, was incredibly erotic. I desperately wanted to say, ‘Yes please! Go fetch her and I’ll fuck her brains out while you watch! (and hopefully, you join in!)’
But I figured it was just some kind of sexy game, to get me going, and I replied with something really lame, like ‘It’s a very erotic idea, but we would all have to face each other in the morning. Could be a bit difficult in the cold light of day’ and we left it at that, with Debby still buzzing away upstairs.
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I spent half the rest of the night, kicking myself for turning down what might have been a bloody good opportunity to have some really raunchy fun, and spent most of the next day feeling quite moody.
That night, Loveth was back at work on a night shift, so we had an early meal in the evening. The three of us were just chatting about various things while we ate, when Debby, in her inimitable way, out of the blue came out with: ‘I much prefer anal sex to vaginal.’ This was typical of Debby… just say it like it is. We were both taken aback, and a bit lost for words, but I gulped and managed a rather lame ‘Why’s that?’, secretly hoping to get a bit more detail.
I spent half the rest of the night, kicking myself for turning down what might have been a bloody good opportunity to have some really raunchy fun, and spent most of the next day feeling quite moody.
That night, Loveth was back at work on a night shift, so we had an early meal in the evening. The three of us were just chatting about various things while we ate, when Debby, in her inimitable way, out of the blue came out with: ‘I much prefer anal sex to vaginal.’ This was typical of Debby… just say it like it is. We were both taken aback, and a bit lost for words, but I gulped and managed a rather lame ‘Why’s that?’, secretly hoping to get a bit more detail.
She then went on to explain that ‘It feels so much more intense; there’s much more feeling!’ Peter had apparently ‘only got a little one’ and ‘it didn’t really fill her up or satisfy her’.
Loveth and I had only tried anal on a couple of occasions – both entirely at my insistence. I really wanted to fuck her cute little arse, but even after a few drinks, she only ever let me pop the head in for a few moments, before complaining that it hurt, and telling me to take it out. So it definitely wasn’t on her sex menu.
Slightly embarrassed, we managed to change the subject by clearing the plates and taking things out to the kitchen. Loveth busied herself with getting ready for work and Debby went to settle the kids down for the night. I washed up and tidied the kitchen, by which time, Loveth was getting her coat on, ready to go out.
With the prospect of another pretty boring evening, watching dull TV, I gave her the usual kiss and ‘have a good night’ routine, at which point, she leaned close and whispered in my ear ‘You can fuck Debby if you like.’
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It was one of those rare occasions when I was totally lost for words, wondering if I’d heard right. I was still standing there rigidly dumbfounded when her car went off down the road.
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It was one of those rare occasions when I was totally lost for words, wondering if I’d heard right. I was still standing there rigidly dumbfounded when her car went off down the road.
My mind was scrambled as I tried to reconcile this in my head… Did she actually say what I thought she’d said? Was I hearing things? Did she mean it? Was it just a ‘test’, with Debby primed to report back about any advances on my part? Apart from anything else, would Debby actually be up for it? I didn’t know what to think, but I could feel my pulse racing.
I was still caught in this dilemma when Debby called out to me and said, ‘Is it ok if I have a bath?’ I snapped out of my trance and replied, ‘Yes, of course, there’s plenty of hot water, go ahead.’
While the water was running, I crept upstairs and positioned myself in the loft, then kept very still. Before long, I saw Debby enter the bathroom and close the sliding door. She stripped off, then sat on the toilet, obviously having a pee before her bath.
I had only ever seen her boobs once before, when she was breast-feeding; now was my chance to have a proper look. It did occur to me, that my perving behaviour was probably unnecessary, because if I’d asked her straight out, she would probably have just stripped off for me. But peeking through the crack in the ceiling gave an added voyeuristic thrill – the stolen glimpse of someone naked, knowing they can’t see you looking at them.
Her tits were still quite large with pronounced deep brown areolae round her rubbery nipples. She bent over the bath, to stir the water and check the temperature and in the process, gave me a lovely view of the curve of her bottom. As she lowered herself into the bath, I could see the triangle of curly pubic hair round her pussy. I watched with interest and got quite aroused as she washed her body all over.
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Story Title: Squirts Of My Wifes Friend
~6.3 mins read
Episodes: 1
Category: S*x
Prologue
A couple clenched by insatiable desire to explore their sexual anxiety, dives into a goddess of squirts and intensity.
Episode 1
My wife Loveth and I had known Peter and Debby for a long time. Loveth and Debby had met in the first year at a training hospital when they were student nurses and had become firm friends, living in adjacent rooms in the nurses’ accommodation. Peter was already going out with Debby when I met Loveth, so it was natural that we all became friends and a solid foursome.
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Over the years, we went on holiday together several times and would socialize regularly, have dinners together and even help each other out with mundane stuff like DIY.
Debby was average height, medium build, with longish dark hair. Attractive in an ordinary kind of way, her breasts were only modestly sized and she did have a tendency to rather plump thighs. So it’s fair to say, that whilst we were great friends, I never really actively lusted after her. But she was a big personality!
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You always knew when she was in the room – or even on the same street, for that matter. Her North genetics could make her sound very loud and brash. Most people would describe her as dominant and at times, overbearing.
My wife Loveth and I had known Peter and Debby for a long time. Loveth and Debby had met in the first year at a training hospital when they were student nurses and had become firm friends, living in adjacent rooms in the nurses’ accommodation. Peter was already going out with Debby when I met Loveth, so it was natural that we all became friends and a solid foursome.
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Over the years, we went on holiday together several times and would socialize regularly, have dinners together and even help each other out with mundane stuff like DIY.
Debby was average height, medium build, with longish dark hair. Attractive in an ordinary kind of way, her breasts were only modestly sized and she did have a tendency to rather plump thighs. So it’s fair to say, that whilst we were great friends, I never really actively lusted after her. But she was a big personality!
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You always knew when she was in the room – or even on the same street, for that matter. Her North genetics could make her sound very loud and brash. Most people would describe her as dominant and at times, overbearing.
Peter was the complete opposite. He was quite short, about the same height as Debby, with a very slim, boyish figure. He had a mane of collar-length hair, a matching moustache and always kept himself immaculately groomed and dressed. He was quietly spoken and was definitely the underdog in that relationship. I often wondered about his orientation, if I’m honest. One thing that Debby was always very clear about: she liked sex – a lot.
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She would frequently snipe a sarcastic comment at Peter, demeaning his sexual prowess and complaining about how he failed to give her what she wanted. Loveth was very slim, not far off my height, with an almost tomboyish figure, shoulder length blonde hair, long slim legs, quite small B-cup boobs, which were topped with the most perfect, suckable nipples.
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She would frequently snipe a sarcastic comment at Peter, demeaning his sexual prowess and complaining about how he failed to give her what she wanted. Loveth was very slim, not far off my height, with an almost tomboyish figure, shoulder length blonde hair, long slim legs, quite small B-cup boobs, which were topped with the most perfect, suckable nipples.
She had had a convent upbringing and it had been drummed into her from an early age, that just about everything about sex was Bad, Wrong and Dirty. And definitely only intended for producing Babies.
If you contravened any of the laid down rules, you were on your way to Hell, for sure. All of which was a great shame, because when she was in the mood, she was an absolute tiger in bed. Or anywhere else for that matter. She was dominated by her monthly cycle – her horny hormones would hit her like a train, usually twice a month; around the time she was ovulating and just before her period started.
When those wonderful chemicals surged into her bloodstream, she would turn from a frigid nun into a raging part-time nymphomaniac. I think she kind of hated it when this happened, because she loved it but didn’t feel in control – and it was in conflict with the way she was ‘supposed to behave’. But was of course, more than willing to take full advantage of these happy situations when they cropped up, to the point where I started logging the dates of her cycle, to try and estimate when things might get frisky.
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There would often be little warning… one summer evening, we had walked to our local pub and were enjoying a drink outside in the late sunshine. She excused herself, then a little later, was sitting opposite me and put one foot up on an empty chair. Allowing her summer dress to ride up her legs, she treated me to a ‘Sharon Stone’, displaying her naked pussy for me to admire. She had obviously slipped off her panties when she went to the loo. She fixed me in the eye, then ran her finger up her moist slit and brought that finger up to her lips and licked her juice off it – then put her foot back down, allowing her dress to become demure again.
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There would often be little warning… one summer evening, we had walked to our local pub and were enjoying a drink outside in the late sunshine. She excused herself, then a little later, was sitting opposite me and put one foot up on an empty chair. Allowing her summer dress to ride up her legs, she treated me to a ‘Sharon Stone’, displaying her naked pussy for me to admire. She had obviously slipped off her panties when she went to the loo. She fixed me in the eye, then ran her finger up her moist slit and brought that finger up to her lips and licked her juice off it – then put her foot back down, allowing her dress to become demure again.
Such is the power of women over men… one glimpse of a willing and available vagina and we are irresistibly transfixed. I was turned on to hell. Needless to say, we finished our drinks in a hurry and left the pub as it was starting to get dark. Our route home took us along a path under a railway bridge.
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As soon as I thought we were reasonably alone, I grabbed her and pushed her back against the wall, somehow hitching her dress up and freeing the front of my jeans at the same time. Lifting one of her legs, I parted her pussy lips with two fingers, then just rammed my cock into her sopping snatch. Her creamy juices allowed me to slide straight in, right up to the hilt.
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As soon as I thought we were reasonably alone, I grabbed her and pushed her back against the wall, somehow hitching her dress up and freeing the front of my jeans at the same time. Lifting one of her legs, I parted her pussy lips with two fingers, then just rammed my cock into her sopping snatch. Her creamy juices allowed me to slide straight in, right up to the hilt.
There was no foreplay, just wanton, animal lust. I wanted to stretch her cunt with my throbbing hardness, fuck her like the bitch on heat that she was, fill her up with my load. It didn’t last long, a few dozen animal thrusts and I was spilling in her, shooting my thick spunk up deep inside her.
Whilst I was trying to regain my breath, and furtively glancing around to check that no-one was watching, I slipped out of her and tucked my cum-covered cock back into my jeans. With wobbly legs, we walked home hand in hand, giggling about what had happened… on the way, she lifted her dress and showed me my spunk oozing out of her and trickling down her thigh. By the time we got back, it had made its way right down her leg – a sight I found very erotic, and something I have enjoyed seeing ever since – the creamy results of my efforts dripping out of a satisfied pussy.
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So our sex life wasn’t without its occasional high points. Another time, we were doing the tourist thing and were visiting an old museum ship. Loveth was attractively dressed in a short denim skirt and white blouse, with only a thin lacy bra to help prevent those lovely nips making too much of an appearance.
Whilst I was trying to regain my breath, and furtively glancing around to check that no-one was watching, I slipped out of her and tucked my cum-covered cock back into my jeans. With wobbly legs, we walked home hand in hand, giggling about what had happened… on the way, she lifted her dress and showed me my spunk oozing out of her and trickling down her thigh. By the time we got back, it had made its way right down her leg – a sight I found very erotic, and something I have enjoyed seeing ever since – the creamy results of my efforts dripping out of a satisfied pussy.
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So our sex life wasn’t without its occasional high points. Another time, we were doing the tourist thing and were visiting an old museum ship. Loveth was attractively dressed in a short denim skirt and white blouse, with only a thin lacy bra to help prevent those lovely nips making too much of an appearance.
Where was I? Yes, on this old ship, which was frankly, pretty boring, had it not been for what happened next. I was leading the way through one of the ship’s corridors when Loveth took my hand and guided it between her legs. Pressing my middle finger against her pantie, I could feel the warm wetness behind the thin fabric. As we walked along, I managed to ease my finger round the seam of her panties, to slip between her pussy lips. My finger was met by a delicious amount of thick, creamy pussy juice, which meant only one thing… ‘I’m hot, I’m horny and I want to get fucked – hard!’ The problem was, it was a tourist destination, so was consequently very busy with people.
We almost broke into a trot, as we tried to find somewhere – anywhere – that we could be alone for a few minutes. We went deeper and deeper into the ship, till we got to the areas that most people didn’t bother with.
We kissed deeply, she leaned back against the wall… I knelt down and pulling her now-soaking panties to one side, ran my tongue up and down her sopping slit, savouring the taste of her fuck-me-right-now pussy juices. ‘Give it to me now’, she was saying. ‘Fuck me hard.’
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I managed to unbuckle my belt and pulled my jeans down a bit, then stood up and slid my whole rigid length into her. I wanted to get deeper still, so lifted both her legs up round my waist… feeling my cock banging against her cervix, delighting in her wanton wetness, oblivious if there was anyone watching.
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I managed to unbuckle my belt and pulled my jeans down a bit, then stood up and slid my whole rigid length into her. I wanted to get deeper still, so lifted both her legs up round my waist… feeling my cock banging against her cervix, delighting in her wanton wetness, oblivious if there was anyone watching.
Groping and pinching her tits, it was a wild ride… pure lust, take my fucking cock, bitch; her completely lost in her sexual heat. Before long, I was pumping jets of cum deep inside her and we started to collapse and recover. She was able to pull her panties back into place, to stop most of my cum from oozing out of her. Luckily, no-one saw us!
Then there was the time we were sitting in a pub, having a quiet drink. The conversation steadily became more explicit and I started whispering to her, all the things I was planning on doing to her when we got home. After a little while, her expression changed… she went kind of rigid, her eyes rolled, as if she were having some kind of seizure and had her crossed legs clamped together.
She grabbed my hand and dug her nails in and stuttered ‘I’m cumming!’ Well, I have never, before or since, managed to make a woman orgasm, just by talking to her, so I was both taken aback and very, very turned on by this.
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