“I thought I heard someone, we have to be quiet. If we get caught I am in major trouble. My wife will find out and I really don’t want her to know...” I nod again, and he goes back to playing with my clit. I am still super wet; the excitement of almost being caught makes me even hotter. His hand goes to my shoulder, the other to my hip as he positions himself behind me. “Bend just a bit baby, so I can slide in that tight pussy.” I bend and feel the head at my entrance. He is so big and hard. I. I had watched others approach you with similar requests, seen you sneer at the thought of allowing yourself to be taken, to be used by another. Men and women alike desired you, and I was no different. I went to sleep at night dreaming of you, waking up each morning with my panties not just wet, but soaked through, the musky smell of sex pervading my senses. I had taken to sleeping with a thick towel on top of the sheets to soak up my juices. The thought of making you mine was constantly in my. His eyes flashing up to meet hers, then he started moving further down her body, his large hands roaming, gripping her flesh, his lips tasting, teasing, then she felt his head between her thighs, his breath on her soaked pussy. He paused. Just for a second. The only sound was her short, hard breaths. Then his mouth closed around her clit and he slid three thick fingers into her. He moved between using his tongue and his teeth on her clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of her. It felt. We’ve always been very candid in our girl talk and as we were growing up and exploring our sexuality we traded stories of “how to’s” and “what was it like?”. She’s never harboured any lesbian feelings that she has ever shared with me, and I’ve never let on that I’ve had numerous fantasies of having her face buried in my pussy or of caressing her body and hearing her gasp as I hold her nipples between my lips. This is one of those fantasies…It’s nearly 7:30pm and Erin walks through my front.