She was staring again. I stared back, despite noticing her wedding ring. We were playing chicken, da

She was staring again. I stared back, despite noticing her wedding ring. We were playing chicken, daring each other to either look away or make a move. I imagined her looking up at me, her lips wrapped around my cock. I could feel my cock stir inside my pants. She noticed, apparently. Standing up, she walked to me, never dropping our stare. Long, long legs. Perky breasts. Hair, begging to be pulled. She sat next to me. I nervously said hello. When she finally broke eye contact, it was to look at the growing bulge between my legs, while asking if I needed a hand. I did. Her name was Myranda. My name was whatever fake name I gave her - I was so keyed up I instantly forgot what I said. I saw her ring, now lightly rubbing against my length, I threw caution to the wind. She nodded towards the door. I followed. When we reached her car, I pushed her up against the door, letting my hands explore her. She sighed as my hands cupped her ass, and I pulled her into me. When I started sliding my hands underneath her shirt, she broke away, ordering me into the car. I realized I left my laptop in the coffee shop as soon as I flopped into the passenger seat. Before I could do anything about it, she was leaning over to kiss me again, and her hand was fumbling at my zipper. I didn’t give a shit about my laptop. I needed this more. I half expected her to go down on me then and there, but she didn’t. Instead, she pulled my cock from my pants, appraising it she pumped her hand down my length a few times. The cold metal of her ring made me throb with excitement. Apparently, I passed muster. She quickly sat up in her seat, starting the car. I didn’t zip up. Being exposed, in a car with a married woman was intoxicating. I reached over to unbutton her jeans. As she drove us back to her place, I slipped my hand underneath her waistband, gently teasing her clit. By the time we reached her house, she was moaning… on the edge of climax, egging me on. Myranda escorted me into her home before I was able to finish her off in the car. I was buzzing with lust, making no effort to conceal my erection as we walked into her living room. I didn’t even notice the TV was on, much less the dude - her husband? - spread out on the couch. “Honey, I’m home,” Myranda said, in a sing songy voice. I froze. My cock immediately softened, as I started to panic. Myranda saw the fear in my eyes, and moved quickly to reassure me. “He doesn’t mind sharing,” she said, while pushing her jeans down her legs, unceremoniously. “Grab a seat on the couch.” I reluctantly picked a spot as far from her husband as possible. Myranda has different ideas, and told me to sit closer. Sam, as I would later learn, was in fact eager to share. By the time I sat next to him, he was already bottomless, his cock slowly pulsing to life as he introduced himself to me. It was bizarre. We were talking like two strangers forced to make small talk, as he sat there, getting an erection. I tried to carefully sneak a peak at his equipment, but my view was blocked when Myranda dipped her head into Sam’s lap, taking him in her mouth. Sam moaned in appreciation, then went back to talking to me. “Early worm gets the bird,” he said, looking down at my pants. I took the hint, sliding my pants down as we kept making small talk. Myranda shifted over to me. Her hair tickled my pelvis slightly as she took position. For a second, I was afraid I was going to giggle. Then I felt the warmth of her mouth envelop my cock. Myranda had no gag reflex, Sam informed me, as if the feeling of her lips hitting my pubic hair wasn’t enough proof. I pulsed inside her throat as she held herself in place for a moment. I decided to take a more active role, as my urges started reaching a fever pitch. I grabbed the back of Myranda’s head, and began slowly pumping, using her mouth like a flesh light. Warm tingles shot through my body, and I strained my pelvis forward, pushing deeper with each thrust. I watched Myranda’s hand, sliding up and down Sam’s cock as I fucked mouth like a pussy. It didn’t last long. Unsurprisingly, a hand - no matter how eager to please - is a poor substitute for a mouth. Sam rocked forward, stood up, then shifted behind Myranda, mounting her from behind. “If you think that’s good, you should try this,” Sam said, as he grabbed Myranda’s hips and slowly started fucking her. I didn’t need any convincing. Feeling Myranda’s tongue, and her warm mouth, sliding up and down my cock was amazing. But pussy was always better. And the idea of fucking this gorgeous woman in front of her husband was too good to pass up. “I call seconds,” I said, as Myranda paused to coat my balls in slobbery kisses. “Why wait?” Sam asked. Fuck, that’s a good question, I thought, and I told him as much. What happened next was something I didn’t expect, despite how crazy the whole situation already was. Sam rolled to the side, pulling Myranda with him, until she was lying on her back, on top of him. I saw him reposition quickly, and guide his cock back into her once more. I knew what he was doing, but it took me a second to process. As soon as I did, though, I jumped at the opportunity. I was between their legs, my cock at the seemingly closed entrance to Myranda’s pussy. I looked in her eyes. She nodded her assent as she grasped my cock, pulling me closer. I felt her heat against me, then her wetness, as I lined up to join the action. Impossibly, I felt myself starting to enter Myranda, her pussy adding to the wetness already coating my cock. And I felt something else. I felt Sam’s cock, rubbing against the underside of mine, his veins adding friction along my vas, sending shivers up my spine. The added friction was almost too much to bear. I held myself inside for a moment, focusing on my breathing my body backed away from the point of no return. We started moving together. Myranda wrapped her long, smooth legs around my back. I started pistoning my cock, sliding in and out. Slowly. Savoring the incredibly tight warmth our bodies created together. The sound of Myranda, groaning as her husband and I filled her, completely, added to my pleasure. So did the knowledge that I was in her, bare, and no one had mentioned anything about pulling out. Apparently Sam was having similar thoughts. I felt him throbbing, and starting to move himself. I held still inside Myranda as Sam reached his own point of no return, jackrabbiting in and out of his wife until he grunted, slammed his cock home, and began to spray his seed inside her. It took everything I had not to cum, as I felt Sam pulsing, throbbing, and filling Myranda. But soon, he slowed, and I resumed my own rhythm. I felt him slowly soften, and my cock quickly pushed him out, claiming Myranda for myself. Sam disappeared from my world as Myranda and I kept fucking. Sam was just a bed now. His cum, lube - although every time I pulled back, I knew the head of my cock was pulling Sam’s seed out, making room for my load. The body is an amazing thing. Despite the fact that Myranda had accommodated Sam and I inside her moments earlier, I could feel her tightening around me. Gripping. Clenching. Milking me. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, making love. Mating. She made no effort to hide the fact that she ached, that she craved my gift, that she needed me to take my shot at claiming her. “I’m fertile,” she whispered, into my ear. For most guys, randomly hooking up, such words would probably be a warning to pull out. But Myranda didn’t say them as a warning. And I knew she didn’t. It was an invitation. I accepted. I groaned, and pushed myself into her. Deep. Straining my cock to stretch as far as I could into her warmth. I felt her climax before I hit my own. She groaned, then gripped her legs around me so tight I exhaled from the pressure. I felt her body flexing around my cock, and found myself flying over the edge. Collapsing into her, I came. Filling her completely. When the mating dance finally stopped, I rolled onto the floor. Sam, obviously glad to quit his job as our fucking surface, slid out from under Myranda and joined me as I plopped down on the couch. Tossing a controller my way, he flipped through menus and set up a two player game. It felt surreal. The three of us, nude. Him and I, playing a game while his wife’s juices dried on our cocks. But the moment wouldn’t last forever. The sight of Myranda, on the floor, propping her legs up on the couch, reignited the lust that my orgasm had recently put out. She was trying to keep my cum from leaking out. She wanted to lose the pregnancy risk game. And as I felt myself pulsing back to life, and joined her on the floor, eager to make sure it happened. -- source link

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