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I dated my husband on and off since we were 17 before we eventually settled down and married. He has an older brother with whom he is close and they shared a lot of the same friends back then. One particular friend I always had a bit of a thing for. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box but extremely good looking and a bit of a player. Not the type to settle down with but certainly seemed like fun.
One evening (around my mid 20’s) I had arranged to go out into town with the girls. I’d been going steady with my hubby (then boyfriend) for a good while by then. He’d arranged to meet us later on for a drink and bring me back to his for a bit of fun. He still lived with his parents and brother at the time. I’d dolled myself up in a tight low cut, sleeved black dress and donned a satin black and red thong with a matching balcony bra underneath (Georgia by La Senza) ready for what was in store later on.
During the night out I bumped into his brother and some of his friends. We had a little chat and he said he’d see me later as he’d be back at home with some of his friends. One particular friend included.
The night wore on and I’d had a fair bit to drink. Eventually I made the call for him to come and pick me up and take me to bed. When we got back to the house his brother and a couple of friends were already there. We had a drink and exchanged pleasantries before he marched me upstairs.
By this point all that was running through my head was how I could get the friend involved. If I made enough noise and left the door open would he be intrigued enough to venture in? Should I just outright ask if we can involve him?
I couldn’t pluck up the courage and we had our fun but I was still left wanting. I still couldn’t get the thought of having him inside me out of my head. I decided to give it one more try. By now the voices had moved to upstairs. I sent my BF downstairs to fetch me a drink and when he returned I was waiting. Stood in my bra thong and heels with the door ajar praying he’d pass by and at least catch a glimpse.
Eventually my BF returned and immediately pounced on me. Not quick to realise I had intentionally prevented the door from closing. I made sure I was vocal and could be easily heard. Finally I glanced up and looked beyond my man to see a silhouette of a figure just outside the doorway. On my knees with my man in my mouth I knew it was time to put on a show.
I could see him playing with himself as we watched me. Maintaining that stare straight into his eyes as I pleasured my man wishing it was him. Sadly he never plucked up the courage to join and having him watch me was as close as I ever got. I still like to think he has that image of me in my heels and underwear sucking cock as I looked him in the eye locked away in his memory. I know I have.
One evening (around my mid 20’s) I had arranged to go out into town with the girls. I’d been going steady with my hubby (then boyfriend) for a good while by then. He’d arranged to meet us later on for a drink and bring me back to his for a bit of fun. He still lived with his parents and brother at the time. I’d dolled myself up in a tight low cut, sleeved black dress and donned a satin black and red thong with a matching balcony bra underneath (Georgia by La Senza) ready for what was in store later on.
During the night out I bumped into his brother and some of his friends. We had a little chat and he said he’d see me later as he’d be back at home with some of his friends. One particular friend included.
The night wore on and I’d had a fair bit to drink. Eventually I made the call for him to come and pick me up and take me to bed. When we got back to the house his brother and a couple of friends were already there. We had a drink and exchanged pleasantries before he marched me upstairs.
By this point all that was running through my head was how I could get the friend involved. If I made enough noise and left the door open would he be intrigued enough to venture in? Should I just outright ask if we can involve him?
I couldn’t pluck up the courage and we had our fun but I was still left wanting. I still couldn’t get the thought of having him inside me out of my head. I decided to give it one more try. By now the voices had moved to upstairs. I sent my BF downstairs to fetch me a drink and when he returned I was waiting. Stood in my bra thong and heels with the door ajar praying he’d pass by and at least catch a glimpse.
Eventually my BF returned and immediately pounced on me. Not quick to realise I had intentionally prevented the door from closing. I made sure I was vocal and could be easily heard. Finally I glanced up and looked beyond my man to see a silhouette of a figure just outside the doorway. On my knees with my man in my mouth I knew it was time to put on a show.
I could see him playing with himself as we watched me. Maintaining that stare straight into his eyes as I pleasured my man wishing it was him. Sadly he never plucked up the courage to join and having him watch me was as close as I ever got. I still like to think he has that image of me in my heels and underwear sucking cock as I looked him in the eye locked away in his memory. I know I have.
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