Down the Hallway

This story is an alternate perspective of last weeks entry “In the Dark”

His ears strained listening for sounds that would tell him what was happening down the hallway. Since she had left their bed time had seemed to stop. The house was quiet in the early morning. In other rooms other people slept. Oblivious to what was unfolding. A faint sound of pleasure came from the room at the other end of the house. Jake’s ears pricked. His cock twinged in response. 

In response to the sounds from the other end of the house he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock squeezing gently. He imagined her sliding into the bed next to the other man. Her hands moving over his body as she roused him from sleep. The unmistakable sound of her pleasure came softly to his ears. He knew that she had woken him and he was pleasuring her. Was his hand sliding between those silky thighs he knew so well? Did she gush juice over his hand as he fingered her folds. 

Sounds of their pleasure increased. He could hear heavy breathing as they pleasured each other. A rhythmic squeak told him they had started to fuck. In his mind Jake could see her sitting proudly astride him her magnificent breasts bouncing in time with her movements as his cock was buried deep in her cunt. A deep guttural moan excited his hard cock even more. His hand shuffled up and down as he listened to them fucking in the other room. The squeaking of the bed became more frantic before he heard the sound of his climax. Alone in his bed Jake’s body arched as he imagined him pumping his seed into her.

The sounds of pleasure ebbed away and silence descended into the cool early morning air. Once more Jake found himself pricking his ears, straining for a sound to inform him of what was happening. The soft patter of feet on the wooden floor warned him of her return. What gift would she bring him? 

Without a word she slid back into the warmth of his bed. They kissed briefly but his mind was focussed completely on something else. Urgently, more forcefully than normal he pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs. He dipped his fingers into her cunt feeling the different texture of her wetness. The smell of semen filled his nostrils and his desire was overpowering. 

“Sit on my face.” He whispered into the darkness. 

Without question she obliged spreading her thighs and smothering him in the glorious smell and taste that she had carried back to him. He tried to hold back, to savour his gift but he was incapable. His fingers gripped her hips as he pulled her down to bury his face in her cunt. Another man’s semen and his own wife’s juice covered his face. His desire for her had never been so overwhelming. He needed to fuck her. To cover his cock with cum and pussy juice. To fully enjoy her gift. 

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gemmi72

Wife, swinger, blogger. An ordinary woman living life one day at a time dealing with the complications of moonlighting as a sex goddess.

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