I Want You To Seduce My Husband Ch. 03 free porn video

Hey, look... a third installment in a series! I've never made it that far before. I'm trying REALLY HARD to continue one series, rather than starting a new series. This after one of my "gentle readers" commented that I don't have a good track record continuing a plot line. Guilty, as charged. Confession time: I have sexual ADHD and am constantly distracted by the next story that pops in my head. But don't worry, I do plan to go back and add to those other works, and I have a folder full of other ideas to explore. But I'll focus on Shelly and Scott for a bit longer. There's a lot more story there to tell!

I found myself experimenting in this one, and would welcome your feedback. In this chapter, I rehashed a lot of what was already described in the two earlier chapters. I did that primarily for new readers coming into the series starting with this third installment. I'm curious to hear from you who have read the earlier two chapters: is that distracting? Would you rather the writing not reiterate those earlier works? And for you first time readers: is it enough to give you a sense of what has already happened? Does it compel you to go back and read the previous chapters, or do you feel it gives enough background that you can just read this story and simply wait for the next installment?

Please Let me know in the comments: I want to grow as a writer, and your comments help. And, as always, I truly appreciate your ratings, comments and email. Particularly those with thoughtful criticisms that help me develop my writing skills. - Yes

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Madeline was sitting at her mother's kitchen table when the first text message from her husband came in.

Scott: When are you coming home?

Maddy: I don't know. Later. Why?

Scott: Your girlfriend is here.

Maddy: Honey, I told you she would be stopping by if it got really hot out.

Maddy: Their AC is on the fritz, and she'll want to take a dunk in our pool.

Scott: THAT'S THE PROBLEM!!

Scott: SHE CAME HERE DRESSED IN HER BATHING SUIT!!

Madeline put her phone down and giggled.

"What's so funny?" her mom asked.

Madeline looked up at her mother, who was still unpacking groceries. They had both just gotten back from the local supermarket. Earlier in the week, Maddy had asked if she and her son Thomas could come over and visit for the day. Her mom loved the idea, told her she normally went grocery shopping on Fridays, but suggested they do it together Saturday morning. Truth be told, Madeline wasn't thrilled about taking her mother out grocery shopping, but agreed to it anyway - it was a small price to pay for the opportunity to be out of the house with Tommy all day.

"Oh, it's a text from Scott. My girlfriend and I are playing a little joke on him today."

"Oh?" Mom said, without a glance in Maddy's direction. Her attention remained focused in the cupboard as she packed away some canned goods. "How's that?"

Madeline didn't want to tell her Mom the truth: that she had convinced her best friend Shelly, a sexy, sultry bombshell of a woman, to spend the day alone at her house and try to seduce her husband. No, Madeline didn't want to tell Mom that! It would also require explaining why Maddy was going to such lengths. She'd have to explain how young, single mothers - and even a few married ones! - were always fawning over her husband at the Little League field where Scotty coached, taking pictures of him and posting them on their Facebook pages. That, of course, would lead into old arguments the two of them had years ago when Maddy first started dating Scott ("I'm not sure that man is right for you, Madeline. He looks as if he might have a wayward eye.").

Maddy had dismissed those earlier comments, because Mother had never liked any of her past boyfriends. The disparaging comments about her husband had even continued a few years into their marriage ("How are things between you and Scotty? It sure sounds like he spends a lot of late evenings at the office, from what you tell me. Are you sure there is no hanky-panky going on there?").

Her mother's words were the source of many a Mother-Daughter heated argument: Scott was a good man. He was focusing on his career, moving up in the company, getting promoted and doing extremely well. Madeline did not begrudge him the occasional late night at the office. Her mother's comments had mostly quieted after the birth of their son, Thomas, 10 years ago.

"Is this your neighbor friend Shelly that we're talking about? That attractive blonde gal? Playing a joke on Scott? What are you two up to?"

Madeline's mother was now putting produce, fruit and meats in the refrigerator. Even though she was pretending to be detached and uninterested, Madeline could tell her mother was very much hoping for some condemning news about her husband Scott - anything that would justify her earlier criticisms about the man.

"Nothing really, Mom. It's just that I think he's going to have a rather uncomfortable day."

Madeline left it at that, returning attention to her phone.

Maddy: Unh, duh. If she's going swimming, of course she'd be wearing a swimsuit.

Scott: IT'S A FRENCH BIKINI!! She is parading around the house wearing hardly anything at all.

Maddy: Scott Ouellette, you listen to me. That's my best friend! I expect you to treat her as a welcome guest at our house!

Scott: Honey - I'm just not sure it's a good idea to let her stay here if you're not here.

Maddy: WHY? Worried you can't control your urges around another pretty woman?

Scott: Honey, stop. That's not what I meant.

Maddy: What did you mean?

Scott: I have chores and there is no one here to entertain her.

Maddy: YOU entertain her. Your chores can wait. Or, let her be. She can entertain herself. She'll probably just sit by the pool all day.

Maddy: But it would be nice if you could at least spend a little time with her, talk with her, keep her company since I'm not there.

Blee-deep.

Blue-doop.

Blee-deep.

Blue-doop.

Madeline's phone made bleeps and bloops with every message sent and received.

"You k**s and your cell phones," Maddy's mom shook her head disapprovingly.

"Sorry, mom, that's rude of me," Madeline smiled, then put her phone down.

Madeline knew the swimming suit that Scott had mentioned in the text. In fact, she had selected it when she and Shelly had been out shopping last year. At the time, Shelly had been planning a vacation trip with her husband, Bill. She had confessed to Madeline that she wanted something that would really light his fire. The suit Madeline selected was a sexy little thing: a red, thong bikini bottom and a matching red top. All together, it left nothing to the imagination. When Shelly modeled the suit to Madeline in the department store dressing room, the modest red triangles of the bikini top barely contained Shelly's massive 36DD chest. Meanwhile, the thong bottoms gave a generous view of her wonderfully, round buttocks. Shelly had told Madeline that the suit might be a little TOO revealing.

"If you're looking to light someone's fire, Shelly, this suit is perfect," Madeline told her friend.

Earlier this week, when Madeline had been scheming the best way for Shelly to beguile her husband, she insisted that Shelly wear this specific swimsuit. She could just imagine Shelly strutting around her house now with that tiniest of swimsuits clinging to her sexy curves. It must be driving Scott nuts!

Madeline paused to wonder: was she being unfair to Scott? Afterall, Shelly was a stunningly attractive woman, full of poise and self-confidence. She was between jobs right now, and Madeline had suggested she take up modeling - she was THAT good-looking. Shelly waived those compliments off dismissively. Her husband Bill made enough money that her being unemployed wasn't an issue for them, and she liked being out of the job pool, for now.

Bill. If there was a man who her mother might accuse of hanky-panky, it was Bill. He was constantly working late nights and traveling on business, leaving poor Shelly alone at home. Because of this, Madeline always went out of her way to invite Shelly to anything she was doing. They did a fair amount of girls' night out, shopping, clubbing, you name it.

This past Tuesday, Madeline had invited Shelly to her son's afternoon ballgame at the Little League field. It was there that they had both watched several women approach and cotton all over Madeline's husband. That's Madeline hit a tipping point. Abruptly, without fully thinking it through, Madeline asked her sexy, model-material, best friend to seduce her husband, or try to. Of course, Madeline didn't want Shelly to REALLY do anything with her husband... just tease him, come on really strong, and find out if Scott might be the type of guy who would cheat on her. After years of doubts, probably instilled in her by Madeline's own mother, Madeline just had to know!

Shelly hadn't said yes right away. In fact, Madeline felt it took some time to be convince her friend to do it. Finally, she had relented, telling Maddy she would try. They were such good friends, Madeline wasn't at all worried that Shelly might betray her trust. They had been through so much together in the short three years they had been friends. Madeline trusted Shelly implicitly.

"What can I do to help, Mom?" Madeline asked, putting her phone down, and getting up to help her mom with the last of the groceries.

"Did you put on a little weight, sweety?" her mother asked innocently.

"Really, Mom? Really?!?" Madeline huffed, crossed her arms on her chest, and glared at her mother. "This is why you don't see me visiting all that often, even though we only live 40 minutes away."

"Now Madeline, I didn't mean anything by it. You're a very pretty girl, and Scott is a lucky man."

Madeline scowled, but her mom was no longer paying her any attention. She was now folding up the plastic grocery bags and putting them in a drawer to be reused later.

Maddy looked down at her body. She realized she was angry, not so much by what her mother said, but because it was true. She had put on a few pounds. In fact, she was up 25 pounds from this time last year and was now pushing close to 180 pounds! And although Madeline liked what that had done to her bust (she'd gone up two bra sizes - even Scott had complimented her on that), it had also filled in a lot of other places, too. Madeline had never weighed this much, not since she had been pregnant with Tommy.

Madeline swiveled her hips, looking at her buttocks and legs. Her mom was right, she was still attractive: shapely, if not just a little thick. She still had a nice figure, large boobs, a curvy waist, a big butt, and long legs. She just needed to start exercising again, before "thick" turned into "plump", and "plump" turned into "fat". She really had to re-up her gym membership and get back to a daily workout routine. Like Shelly. That girl was a fitness nut, always eating healthy and never missing her morning workout. It paid off for her, too. Shelly was gorgeous: slim, tone, busty, and firm in all the right places. Her blonde, blue-eyed genes, helped a lot, too, as did her tall, slender physique. When the pair went out clubbing, all heads turned to Shelly. Madeline got attention, too, but she felt it was always secondary to the looks her best friend was getting.

"Yeah," Madeline said quietly to herself. "I'll re-up my gym membership and lose some pounds."

Her mom came over and pinched her cheeks. "That's my girl."

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"Well, handsome," Shelly said, coming down from upstairs, and pausing in the kitchen entryway. "How did it go?"

Scott looked up, and his heart stopped. Shelly stood there wearing nothing but a tiny, impossibly small, red bikini. Scott didn't understand how it could even contain those voluptuous curves. Shelly's tits were so large, and the flimsy, little bikini top didn't seem sufficient to support them. Yet they didn't sag in the least; they simply seemed to defy gravity.

Shelly was fresh from the shower. Indeed, they both had showered together in the upstairs master bathroom, after an incredibly satisfying fuck in Scott and Madelin's marital bed.

Yep. Scott had fucked his wife's best friend! He'd done that even after Shelly confessed that she had been sent to his house, by his own wife, to seduce him. She even showed him proof, with texts from his wife to Shelly, still captured on her cell phone. His wife was trying to bait and trap Scott, to see if he would cheat on her. But Shelly had also told Scott that she wasn't planning on telling Madeline her seduction had succeeded. No, Shelly confided that she'd much rather play out some long-term fantasies with Scott. That required Madeline trusting of Shelly, while also jealous, apprehensive, but not fully convinced that her husband Scott was a cheater.

"Scotty?"

"Hmm, oh, umm... wow! You look amazing."

Shelly's eyes lit up and her smiled brightened the room. Upstairs, they had almost turned a brief 10-minute shower into a much longer, much steamier encounter... but Shelly was on a timeline. She had kicked Scott out of the shower stall, even as his dick was starting to grow hard in her hand.

"You go make the bed," she had told him. "Make sure the headboard didn't damage the wall. Put all the pillows back and clean up the room real good, we won't be back up here."

She paused, then added, "At least not today."

Shelly had laughed, then continued, "I'm going to blow dry my hair, re-apply my makeup-"

Scott was reaching for her naked, soapy body, and she swatted his hands away.

"Ah ah ahhh! Scoot. Go on. Make the bed. Then go send the text messages we talked about. You know, after you fucked my brains out, in there."

Shelly had hooked her thumb back toward the adjacent master bedroom. The twinkle in her eyes and smile on her face were sinfully wicked. They had talked about the text messages Scott was to send - that was a talk they had after fucking each other senseless for the better part of an hour.

Anyway, according to Shelly's plan for the day, he was to text Maddy, tell her Shelly had arrived and express how uncomfortable he was to be alone with her. That she was flaunting herself at him while wearing a skimpy, little bikini.

"Ha, an hour ago," Scott confessed, reaching for a towel, "I really was uncomfortable. Shelly Adams, you are one sexy bitch. Even in baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt."

"Ha, good!" Shelly had laughed. "Channel those uncomfortable feelings, lover boy. Make it real!"

Scott didn't know why Shelly had to dry her hair or put on makeup. In fact, he didn't understand why he couldn't simply drag her back to the bed, or maybe just take her here, on the bathroom vanity. But, Shelly clearly had a plan in mind, and he felt best to continue following her lead. This seductive woman was as devious as she was wanton.

He certainly wasn't complaining now as she stood here before him in the kitchen. She was all scrubbed clean and smelling power-fresh. Her face was radiant, and her whole body positively glowed. And in that bikini, there was very little of her tantalizing body that was hidden from his eyes.

Shelly noticed the look in Scott's eyes as he gazed upon her. She leaned against the entryway, turning slightly away from him. She was showing off her backside and the amazing roundness of her luscious, smooth ass.

Scott's eyes walked up her body, starting at her feet. She wasn't wearing the sneakers she had arrived in. No, she had picked out a pair of shoes from his wife's closet. He recognized the black, strappy dress sandals with the 6-inch tall heels. He sometimes worried when his wife wore them clubbing because to him they screamed, "Knock me over and fuck me hard!" They weren't the type of thing one might wear with a bikini. On Shelly, however, the combo was flawless.

His eyes moved up the long, slender curves of her calves and thighs. The thong bikini she wore did not hide, but rather accented the twin, fleshy globes of her ass. Shelly's body was fit and tone. Scott knew from personal experience that this only came from regular hours at the gym each week. The girl clearly worked out hard.

Shelly turned toward him, delighting in his appreciative gaze. She raised one arm high, then the other, turning her head demurely to the side. This exposed the fullness of her curves to his admiring stare. He again glimpsed the impossibly firm curve of her bust line. The suit did not cover the side view much, and with her arms raised and crossed over her head, he couldn't help but notice how prominently her breasts lifted from her chest, curving gently upward and then ended with the jutting, hard points of Shelly's nipples. They were hard little nubs, poking visibly at the front of Shelly's bikini top. Yes, her arousal was clearly evident, even as his loins began to stir. The sight of those massive breasts contained in that oh-so-tiny bikini top, and the way her bottom protruded in the opposite direction... holy shit!

She was wearing more makeup now than when she had arrived. She'd taken great care in putting herself together upstairs. Her eyes were now more darkly shadowed, and her eyelash mascara had been applied long, lush, and thick. Together, they made her giant, sky-blue eyes pop! Her lips were candy-apple red, a most naughty shade under the best of circumstances. They matched her swimsuit perfectly.

Madeline had once told him that she thought Shelly could be a Cover-Girl model. Scott now readily agreed with that assessment. She was heart-meltingly beautiful. Scott wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them, push her back against the wall, hold both her hands over her head, and simply ravish her. He actually took one step toward her.

She turned toward him, her blue eyes flashing. She lifted one finger and wagged it back and forth. The look said, "Not yet."

"What did she say?" Shelly asked, walking toward him. In those high-heeled sandals, her steps were shorter, purposeful. Everything else - her stature, her hip sway, her curves - appeared larger. She didn't walk toward him so much as she strutted.

To Scott's dismay, she was also now unfurling a decorative, white shawl about her shoulders. Scott wanted Shelly to be shedding the few articles of clothing she wore, not putting new garments on. But he sensed intuitively from the way she walked and the way her hard, little nipples were bulging at the bikini top, it wouldn't be long before both their clothes were dropping to the floor. He decided to play along.

"She said I was overreacting and that I should entertain you," Scott replied.

Shelly stepped right in front of him, putting her arms around his neck.

"Oh, Scotty," Shelly spoke huskily, her eyes searching his, their lips inches apart. "I am beyond entertained. You are an amazing host."

His arms slid around her waist as their lips touched. Lightly at first, a soft dance, and then, as she stepped fully into his embrace, their kiss became... more: more passion, more desire, more lust, more intense.

Scott started to pull back the shawl that Shelly had just wrapped about her shoulders. At first, he could feel Shelly surrendering, melting into him, but then she placed her hand upon his chest, tugged the shawl back in place with her other hand and pulled herself away.

"No, wait," she said breathlessly, breaking from his embrace. "Not yet."

Scott's expression was that of a pouting c***d whose favorite toy had just been snatched away.. So comical was his hurt expression that Shelly laughed out loud.

"Oh honey, believe me, I want this. More than you-"

"I doubt that." Scott denied flatly.

Shelly laughed again.

"First things first! Go pour us a couple of lemonades... it's hot!"

Shelly fanned herself with her hand, while her other hand reached for her cell phone. Scott had brought it down while cleaning the bedroom, and placed it on the kitchen table.

Shelly started to text her "BFF", Madeline.

Shelly: I'm here, and he is absolutely squirming. Does not want me here!! LOL!

Maddy: I know, he texted me a short while ago. He sounded worried! Tee-hee!

Shelly turned her phone on its side, and snapped a picture of Scott. He was at the kitchen counter, dressed in swim trunks and a t-shirt. He was pouring lemonade into two tall glasses full of ice. Shelly sent the picture to Maddy.

Shelly: I'm making him sit by the pool with me. At least for a little bit. But first, asked him to pour us some drinks.

Maddy: Gonna get drunk?

Shelly: No, no, that would defeat the goal! We don't want alcohol to be an excuse for anything he might do. I asked him to pour lemonade!

Maddy: Ha, true. You're the best!! So, what are you wearing?

Shelly adjusted the shawl. She wanted to look sexy, but not too much so. She covered herself up modestly while posing. The coverup was semi-transparent, so you could see the lines of her stark, red bikini beneath the fabric. The picture still captured her shapely curves, without showing a lot of skin. Still, Shelly anticipated Madeline would tell her she was covering up too much. That's exactly what she wanted - for Maddy to think Shelly wasn't quite giving it her all.

In the photo, Scott was captured in the background. He was grimacing, putting on a really good act, as he walked toward her with two drinks in his hands. The pic captured her fresh makeup job and salon-fresh hairstyle (she had visited the salon just yesterday, and just to prep herself for today!). Despite the shawl, a generous dose of cleavage was visible. The picture was perfect, especially Scott's expression. She taglined the photo: "I'm trying to seduce him, but he's not picking up what I'm putting down. Haha!" Then hit SEND.

When Madeline got the photo, she squealed in delight. She zoomed in on her husband's anguished face.

"Serves you right, you bastard," she muttered to herself.

Madeline noticed that Shelly was not wearing her wedding rings. This made her smile. Every time they went out clubbing together, Shelly always made a habit of taking her wedding rings off.

"Why do you do that?" Madeline had once asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Shelly lied. "I just like the extra attention I seem to get when guys think I'm not attached."

Madeline couldn't deny that Shelly got a lot more attention than herself. Shelly was always the first to be dragged off to the dance floor. Occasionally Madeline would be separated from Shelly for a long, long while, only to later spy her in a dark corner of the club, extremely close to some guy she had just danced with. Other times, she might be sitting alone with him at his table, practically in his lap. A couple times she'd even caught Shelly making out with a guy!

"Oh, Maddy, live a little," she told Madeline after getting caught by her. "It was just a little kiss."

"But you're married!" Madeline exclaimed.

"That doesn't mean I'm dead," she giggled. "It's just a little harmless flirting, nothing beyond an innocent kiss. You should try it. Wanna go see if he has a friend?"

Of course, Madeline never did. But she loved that her friend was so incorrigible. A small part of Madeline wanted to live vicariously through her BFF. And it's what made Shelly perfect for this task. If anyone could put seductive moves on her husband, and report back with the findings, it was her best friend Shelly! Afterall, Madeline rationalized - Shelly herself was married. She wouldn't do anything more than necessary for the task assigned her.

What Maddy didn't know was that Shelly was a self-confessed, serial adulterer! A few of those occasions when she'd been separated from Madeline at the club were because she was in the mens' room, her ankles up on some guys shoulders while he pounded his dick inside her while she sat atop the vanity. Or sometimes she'd be giving a guy a blow job in the car they had both taken to the club (usually Madeline's car). One time, she even let a guy join her at the table she and Maddy sat at; the guy finger-fucked her to orgasm while she jerked him off, all without Maddy even being aware! No, those stolen kisses were almost always far from innocent.

Madeline, however, was completely unaware. She found Shelly to be fun, flirty and frisky - all traits she wished she had a little more of. Madeline looked at the picture of Shelly and her husband once more, then texted back.

Maddy: Oh, he looks miserable. And you look gorgeous. No wedding ring, I see.

Shelly: Haha, you know me. No rings when I'm being a flirt!

Maddy: LOL, yep. Lose the shawl though. Flaunt those assets, girl!

Shelly smirked. She knew Maddy so well. Her reaction about being "too covered up" was exactly as she be predicted. She'd be able to use this later on ("I don't know, Maddy, maybe I didn't try hard enough. I think I almost had him going. Maybe we should try again?").

Shelly removed the shawl, then took another picture, this one with the camera slightly over her head. Shelly was looking up, giving a duck lips kiss toward the camera. From this angle the full depths of her cleavage was visible, indeed her whole body was visible, including her long, slender legs. Shelly even worked Maddy's high-heeled shoes into the picture.

Maddy: OMG! MY SHOES!! LOL

Shelly: Hope you're not mad I burrowed.

Maddy: No. I love it! Go get 'em, sexpot!

Shelly: I'll try!!

Maddy: Don't forget... have Scott put sunscreen lotion on you outside. You don't want to burn! ;-)

Shelly put her phone down on the table.

'Mission accomplished. Easier than I thought!'

Then she noticed Scott standing there holding two glasses of lemonade.

Shelly said nothing. Reminiscent of the start of their day, she simply walked over to him, smiled, then slowly lowered herself down to her knees. Scott took a long swig of refreshing lemonade, then put both glasses down on the kitchen table.

"I figure we have about an hour before either of us needs to check back in with your wife," Shelly said, tugging the waistband of his swimsuit over his hips. "Why don't you give me a tour of the kitchen before we head out to the pool?"

"A tour?" Scott sounded confused. Shelly's words were not congruent with her actions. What did she want a tour of the kitchen for if she was pulling his swimsuit down?

With one firm tug, Shelly yanked Scott's trunks all the way down. His big, thick and semi-erect cock sprang into view. Shelly looked up into his eyes and laughed softly. Despite having gone down on him once before, and having his dick shoved up her for a good part of the morning, Shelly still couldn't get over the size of him.

"Unh-huh," she made a quick glance around the kitchen, while stroking his cock with one hand. "Maddy told me you had some kitchen work done last month. Maybe you could show me the new countertops."

Shelly stared up at him with those big, blue eyes, then bit her lower lip suggestively.

"And then show me the kitchen island, maybe the top of the kitchen table," she added. Recognition brightened across Scott's face as he finally caught on: Shelly wanted him to fuck her. Here, in their recently renovated kitchen.

"But first..."

Shelly let go of Scott's cock. She placed her hands on both of his bare thighs, and then took his giant dick into her mouth. The thick bulbous head slipped passed her lips with a smacking sound, as she sucked him in. As Shelly pushed her head forward, taking more of Scott's dick in her mouth, she swirled her tongue along the underside of his cock.

"Mmmmmmm," Shelly shivered around a mouthful of dick.

"Jesus," Scott whispered, his head tossed back as this sexy, blonde goddess administered to his manhood. Shelly wasn't taking his cock as deeply into her mouth as she did this morning. Instead, her tongue continued to swirl along the sensitive underside of his dick, while she bobbed her head back and forth slightly.

Then, without warning, her fingernails dug into his legs, anchoring on to him, as she sucked his cock further down her throat. Scott open his eyes and looked down as more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. She was staring up at him, eyes starting to water. She had him nearly all the way down her throat, much deeper than his wife Madeline could manage, before she gagged noisily.

Shelly pulled back on his stiff rod, a long string of saliva dangling from the tip of his cock to the edge of her sexy, red lips. She laughed softly to herself.

"God, you're big."

She didn't stop, however. She wrapped her lips right back around his stiffness, and sucked him back into her mouth again.

While looking up into Scott's eyes, Shelly started bobbing her head up and down his rod once more. With a combination of long, slow strokes with her hand and sucking her juicy, red lips around the first few inches of his meat, she soon had Scott groaning with mounting pleasure.

"Auugh, fuck!" Scott grunted, seizing a clumpful of Shelly's hair at the back of her head.

Holding the back of her head tight, Scott started thrusting his hips back and forth. Shelly relaxed her throat muscles and let Scott face fuck her. To torment him, she would alternately close her lips around his shaft tight and then open then, making gurgling, slurping and occasionally choking sounds. She could feel Scott losing control, fucking her mouth faster, and loved the effect she was having on him. He was becoming a sex-starved b**st.

Scott's dick was soon slick with her saliva and throat mucus. Shelly could feel it dribbling down her chin, onto her boobs and hear it splatter loudly when it fell to the floor.

'I'm going to fuck your man in your new kitchen, Maddy,' Shelly thought deliciously, as her own lustful desires started to sweep over her. 'I fucked him in your bad, and now I'm going to let him bang me on your new kitchen counters. I'm going to fuck him today and I'm going to fuck him tomorrow. I'm going to give him the type of fucking you never could. You wretched, jealous bitch, I wish you could see how good he fucks me.'

Scott's pace was becoming more and more frenzied, and she sensed he would soon ejaculate his load down her throat. But that's not how she wanted him. Not this time. She wasn't joking when she said wanted Scott to give her a tour of the new countertops.

Shelly pulled her head back.

"No, baby, not yet," she whispered huskily, slowly rising to her feet. "Kitchen tour, remember?"

Shelly walked further into the kitchen, her high-heeled shoes clicking on the tiled floor, her hips swaying suggestively side to side.

*Oooooh, granite!" she said excitedly, smoothing her hand across the cool, rock slab. Dressed in that bikini and caressing that countertop as she was, Shelly looked like a supermodel advertising kitchen cleaner products on some sleazy, over-the-top QVC infomercial - the kind that only plays late, late at night.

Shelly looked over her shoulder at Scott. He hadn't yet moved from where she had just left him hanging. His eyes still had that frenzied, lust-filled and glazed look. Shelly realized she had stopped him just in the knick of time.

"I love cumming on granite," Shelly said invitingly.

She turned, wedging herself in the corner where the counter slabs met. Putting both hands on either side, she then pushed herself up so that she was now sitting atop counter.

Scott's eyes, she noticed, were on her massive boobs. Of course they were! She had just jumped up into the counter, giving her tits a generous bounce. She turned her shoulders quickly side to side, setting them into jiggly movement again. Scott was mesmerized.

Watching Scott watch her tits, Shelly reached up and hooked her fingers under the spaghetti straps midway up her chest. Then she started pulling the straps outward slowly. Shelly was lazily peeling the flimsy red triangles of her bikini top off her boobs.

The pink, circular ring of her areolas came into view first, soft, tender and inviting. Scott's mouth watered, and he licked his lips. As Shelly continued to pull her straps outward, the bikini fabric seemed to catch firm. She pulled the straps further and further away. As she did, the elastics in them stretched tight, but triangular fabric wouldn't pull free. Scott soon realized it was catching on her nipples. They were erect, hard and anchoring the cloth in place. Just as he came to that realization, the strain became too much - the material flipped off her boob completely with a soft 'Twang!' Her nipples were now exposed, an even darker shade of pink, erect and firm.

Shelly didn't remove the bikini top. She just freed her breasts by pulling the bikini top aside. The elastic material constricted, lifting and mashing her boobs closer together.

Shelly gripped her breasts, one in each hand. She gave them a good squeeze with a large, circular sweep of her hands. Then, sticking her tongue out playfully, she let go. Her breasts jiggled slowly and firmly back into place, while her hands drifted slowly downward. Her well-manicured fingernails slid down over her flat tummy, then continued further down toward her nether region. She smoothed her hand over mound, rubbing it in slow circular motions. Shelly didn't untie the bikini bottom, but just as she had done with her top, she pulled the material to one side.

Her mons Venus came into view, a soft, clean-shaven mound of flesh with a tiny slit running down the center. Shelly reached down with her other hand, and spread her pussy lips apart. She was soft, pink and inviting..

"C'mere, big boy... I know you paid a lot for this kitchen renovation. Let's break these countertops in properly."

Scott stepped out of the swim trunks that were pooled at his ankles. As he stepped toward her, he removed his t-shirt, too.

Now it was Shelly's heart that skipped a beat. Scott was a remarkably fit man. His muscular torso was well-defined, with sharply toned pecs and a hint of toning in his abs. But that's not all that caused her heart to flutter. Scott was now stroking his cock as he closed the distance between them. His dick was was glistening, still slick with her saliva, and he was stroking himself. The sight of him doing that made her heart race.

Sitting on the counter, Shelly found that her pussy was elevated to the perfect height. As Scott came to stand in the V-juncture between her legs, he lowered the tip of his cock down so that it was level with her entrance. Shelly's fingers were still holding the folds of her pussy wide apart. As Scott pressed the head of his cock against her splayed slit, a shiver of excitement danced up and down Shelly's spine.

Scott pushed the bulbous tip of his cock into her. Slick with her saliva it slid in easily. They both watched as the petals of her labia pushed further and further apart by his slow, steady entry into her vagina.

"Shit, you're tight," he whispered hoarsely.

"Do you like it tight like that?" she asked sweetly.

"Oh, fuck yes," he grunted, stretching her wider.

Shelly moaned, feeling him fill her more and more.

"Am I tighter than your wife, baby?" she teased.

"You fucking know it," Scotty replied.

Shelly leaned back, rolling her bottom up, lifting her ankles and bending her knees in toward her. She thought about resting her ankles on Scott's shoulder, but she preferred them spread wider apart. It allowed Scott to penetrate a little deeper inside her. It was an incredible sensation, feeling so completely full, and then watching him push more and more of himself inside her love canal.

"Oh, fuck, Scotty. That feels so good."

Scott groaned in agreement. Shelly's pussy was so fucking tight, it sheathed around him in a way his wife's pussy never could. Scott couldn't believe the emotions coursing through him now. He never felt this virile when making love to his wife. But then, Shelly was not his wife. The way she looked at him, touched him, kissed him - it was all pure, carnal hunger. It elevated something primal in him. And this act now, fucking his wife's best friend on the counter of his recently remodeled kitchen, just consumed him with lust.

Wedged in the corner of the cabinets, Shelly's movement was somewhat restricted. It was entirely up to Scott to set the pace of their fucking. She simply closed her eyes and concentrated as he started sliding himself in, then out, then in again.

"Oh, shit!" Shelly whimpered. "Ohhhh, yeahhhh, I can't believe I'm fucking my BFF's husband."

"I can't believe what a tight pussy you have," Scott replied.

Shelly squeezed her vaginal muscles, clamping herself around Scott's shaft with a vice-like grip. Both suddenly opened their eyes wide and stared into each other, and then both cried out at the same time "OH, FUCK!"

Scott started thrusting himself in and out of Shelly's tight little hole, faster and faster. Shelly stared directly into Scott's lust-filled eyes, her large tits heaving up and down as Scotty pumped her. She tried to continue with those squeezing contractions to further torment Scott, but that required a level of concentration that she was quickly losing. Instead, she screamed in pleasure as Scotty quickened his pace and continue to fuck her wet, juicy hole.

"Oh fuck! Yes, baby! Your dick is so fucking good! Fuck me with that cock! Ohhh fuck your wife's girlfriend hard baby! Ohhh! You're going... oh, fuck... you're going to eat dinner... ummm, yeah... with your wife in this kitchen... OHHHHH... knowing you fucked her best friend in it... shit! Oh, yes. Yes, yes. Fuck me!"

As Scott drove his giant dick in and out of Shelly's pussy, she felt herself being propelled closer and closer to orgasm. Her face contorted in ecstasy from the pounding he was giving her. Scott's skin was starting to glisten, as was hers. It was a hot day, afterall, and a thin sheen of sweat covered them from their steady physical exertions.

"Oh, fuck, Scott. HOLY FUCK! Oh, oh, ohhh, ohhhh!"

His wife's stunning girlfriend was now staring into his eyes, leaning back passively while he pounded into her. Her mouth formed into a silent 'O' between her lust-filled moans, her big tits bounced, and Scott drilled her for all she was worth.

Shelly's arms were beginning to weaken from holding herself up, so she let herself lie back more. She wrapped her legs around Scott's waist, pulling him deeper into her hot pussy.

"OHHHHHH! UNNNGH! YEAAAH! SO GOOD!!" Shelly moaned as loudly as she could.

Her breath was coming in hurried gasps now as Scott plowed her in and out. Waves of increasing pleasure coursed through her body. Shelly tossed her head back.

"MAKE ME CUM, SCOTTY, MAKE ME FUCKING CUMMMM-" she screamed loudly, her voice trembling. Then, it wasn't just her voice trembling, but her entire body. Shelly locked her ankles around his waist, her fingernails dug into his forearms.

Scott continued pounding into her, until she screamed her next words.

"CUMMING. I'M CUMMING. OH, GOD DAMN FUCKING SHIT, I'M CUMMMMMMMING NOWWWWWW!"

If the kitchen windows had been open, Scott was certain her voice would have carried several houses away. As it was he, even with the windows closed, Scott was slightly worried his immediate next door neighbor might have hear Shelly's lustful screams.

Shelly held Scott tight to her body, legs wrapped around him tight as her orgasm slammed into her in great cascading waves. She could feel herself bursting inside, spiraling outward. Her orgasm started at her core, where Scott's rock hard cock was still buried in her, and exploded outward into eternity.

"Oh, fuck," she whimpered, slowly coming back to reality. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was so hot. Kitchen counter. Shit. We have to do that again some time."

Shelly could feel Scott's lips nuzzling at her neck.

'How the hell does he make me cum so easily?' Shelly wondered.

Shelly was vaguely aware that Scott's thick cock was still sliding in and out of her. Slowly now, not at the frenzied pace he had used to push her over the edge. But the nuzzling kisses beneath her earlobe and licks on her neck, coupled with the stiffness of his rod still pulsing deep inside her had Shelly feeling like another orgasm might soon build up.

Baby, I need a rest before the next one," she said, pushing Scott's shoulders back.

Shelly glanced down. She watched as Scott's cock slowly sank inside her. It was coated with a thin, milky substance. Shelly marveled at this discovery. Scott was still hard; he hadn't cum yet. This, then, was her cum. She watched in wonder as the thick wetness dripped around his cock in ever changing patterns as he continued to slowly slide in and out of her pussy.

"Scott," she whispered.

""No rest," he said, not stopping. And for her part, Shelly no longer thought she wanted him to.

"Fuck, that feels so good," she confessed.

Then, as if to deprive her of a second mounting orgasm, Scott pulled himself out of Shelly completely. She groaned at the sudden loss of that hard cock filling her.

"Owww, hey!" She cried out with disappointment.

Scott wasn't listening. He had turned and was walking away. He crossed halfway across the kitchen and then stopped at the large kitchen island. Looking over his shoulder toward Shelly, he patted the marble island countertop.

"No rest, tour isn't over yet," he repeated, smirking. "I believe you were interested in seeing the new kitchen island, yes?"

Now it was Shelly's turn to catch on to their earlier joke about a kitchen tour. She looked down at the wet spot she was leaving on the countertop, made a mental note to clean that up later, then hopped down to the tiled floor.

As she strolled across the kitchen toward her lover, she decided to join him in full nakedness. She undid the knots at each hip, and let her thong fall to the floor. As she reached up behind her neck to untie the bikini top, her perk, fleshy tits jutted forward. Scott groaned in pleasure.

Shelly smiled seductively. She left Maddy's high-heeled shoes on - she liked the height they added. But more than that, she just liked getting fucked while wearing Maddy's "Fuck me hard" pumps!

As she neared Scott, he took her hand and walked her the rest of the way to the island. Shelly was about to hop up on top, but Scott had other ideas.

"It's the same marble as the countertops," Scott said, "but you have to get really close to see the exquisite detail of the grain."

Shelly was a little confused as to what he meant, and why he was bending her at the waist and pushing her head down to see the marble more closely. Then Scotty stepped behind her.

"Oh, I see," Shelly said, catching on. "Oh, yes, this is very lovely marble that your wife selected. It doesn't look cheap. You must love her very much."

"THWAPPPP!" Scott smacked Shelly's ass with the flat of his palm.

"Owww," Shelly cried out loud, arching her back upward. She barely had time to see the big, red welt on her ass before Scott pushed her back down. He then smacked her other ass cheek.

"Unnngh!" Shelly moaned into the sharp, exquisite pain. "God, yesss!"

Scott admired the reflection in the marble of her big tits, as they swayed beautifully back and forth, inches above the stone slab. Her gently-curled blonde hair cascaded midway down her back. She glanced over her shoulder, looking back at him, her sky-blue eyes twinkling with lust.

"Come on Scotty," she purred, sweetly. "Fill me with that big cock again."

Scott took hold of her slim waist, then placed the head of his cock at her pussy. Shelly grabbed the front edges of the island, and held her breath. Then, with one swift thrust, Scott buried himself inside her tight, wet pussy. They both released a deep, satisfying groan.

Shelly couldn't believe how stuffed full of solid dick she was. Her best friend's husband had slammed all of his cock into her in one giant thrust. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of having every solid inch of him inside her. He was so incredibly hard.

"Have you ever fucked your wife in the kitchen before, Scott?" she purred delightfully.

Scott held Shelly's hips fast while he pulled himself slowly out of her.

"No," he said simply, between tightly-clenched teeth, as he plowed her pussy widely apart and pushed deep to her core.

"OHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!" Shelly cried, all of her breath coming out as she spoke. They remained in that position for a moment, while Shelly caught her breath.

"Why have I let you be my neighbor for three years without finding a way to fuck you sooner?" Shelly asked breathlessly, smoothing back some strands of hair that had splayed across her cheek after Scotty's last thrust.

"I'm fucking you now Shelly," Scotty said, pulling out of her slowly. "And this big dick will be in you a lot more from now on."

"OHHHH, YESSSS. YES, YES, YES," Shelly hissed, as he stuffed himself back in. He was not tender. He was not gentle. He slammed into Shelly with a slow rhythm of long, powerful strokes.

"OOhhhh fuck! OHHH! Scotty, yes. Fuck me! Unnhhnn, fuck my pussy."

Scott had a firm grip on Shelly's hips, and he was driving his dick into her increasingly faster and faster.

"Ungh, yes! Ohhhh. Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck your wife's BFF hard!! Oh yes so fucking good!"

Shelly's tits were great jiggling mounds of flesh. Scott reached forward and grabbed them with both hands, pulling her back on his dick with reckless abandon.

"OH SHIT, YES! OH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, SCOTT!"

Shelly couldn't believe how turned on she was by Scott's dick. She'd had plenty of men inside her, but he was different. His big, fleshy rod was a freight train, slamming into her hot, wet hole again and again. She had never felt so full! She gripped the kitchen island tightly while Scott gave her the fucking of her life.

"Damn Shelly, you're so fucking hot," Scott grunted, "I would have cheated on Madeline a lot sooner if I had known what a great fuck you were."

Scott continued to pound her with his cheating dick. Shelly smiled wickedly and lifted herself off the slab. She arched her spine and pushed herself back against Scott's slamming shaft.

"Uhnnff! Fuck, yes," he groaned.

With Shelly elevated now, pushing up from the center island, their tempo changed a bit. It was a slower pace, but a much more forceful fuck. With matching tempo, Shelly and Scott would pull away from each other and then immediately slam back toward each other, as forcefully as they could. And with each slam, their tempo slowly increased. The force of their bodies slamming into each other increased, too. The kitchen soon became filled with their grunts, their moans, and the wet, liquid "Flap, flap, flap, flap" sound of their bodies slamming together.

"Oh, fuck yes!!" Shelly cried, as Scott twisted her taut nipples. "Oh, fuck Scotty, yessss!"

Shelly felt herself being carried away as Scott increased his thrusts. He was driving the air from her lungs, pushing her back down onto the island and pounding her harder and harder.

"Uh, uh, uh, unh unh, ungh, ungh," Shelly's sentences became guttural noises, with each fulfilling thrust of Scott's dick. He was snarling like a b**st. Once again, they had both devolved into two intense fucking a****ls.

Shelly began to groan louder as her orgasm continued to build. Her groans soon mixed with Scott's grunts, which also grew louder. As her orgasm rose, she found her voice.

"Oh fuck, Scotty. Oh, shit. I'm-"

Scott drove his naked rod into her hard, one final slam, then grunted between clenched teeth, "I'm cumming Shelly. Shit, I'm cumming."

Shelly's mind flashed back to the first time she had made Scott cum. She remembered how he had ejaculated on her face in long, thick ropes of jizz. And with that thought, she now felt him filling her with his seed. She could imagine hot, thick stands of spunk jetting from his cock and filling her insides. This set off a chain reaction inside her.

"OH MY HOLY FUCK!" she screamed, as little electrical charges of energy radiated through her whole body. Shelly's orgasm rippled in her, through her, surrounding her, filling her mind, body and soul. Her body convulsed in great, wracking throes of passion. Every part of her shattered, then came back together, then shattered again. When she felt she could not endure the euphoric nirvana of her orgasm a moment longer, her muscles collapsed. Shelly dissolved then, crumpling her full weight onto the island. Scott's upper body collapsing atop hers. They stayed that way until their heart beats were no longer thundering in their ears.

"Holy shit, baby,* she said at last, when their breathing had slowed. They were both glistening in perspiration, and the marble island was slick from their sweat. "That was amazing."

"Ungh," Scott agreed. "Sorry to cut the tour short. I'll have to show you the new kitchen table some other time."

"Hahahaha!" Shelly laughed. Her deep-belly laugh had the undesired effect of squeezing her loins and pushing Scott's shrinking manhood out of her twat. "Oh, oh, oh, don't go."

Shelly tried to grab Scott's arm to hold him in place, but Scott knew he was becoming quickly flaccid. He was mostly already discharged from sloppy, wet hole. There wouldn't be any reentry in that direction until he had a few minutes to recover.

He pulled all the way out, much to Shelly's dismay.

"Unhhhh, I hate that part," she sighed.

She glanced up at the clock. Just past noon. Wonderful! She had at least another five, maybe seven hours with this man. Just then Shelly could feel their mingled cum starting to ooze out of her pussy. Shelly moaned in delight, falling back onto the kitchen island countertop.

"Mmmmmm, I'm having some nice cream pie," she sighed. "Eat your heart out, Maddy."

Scott gave her ass a playful little slap, which stirred her back to the present moment.

"Ok, you're right. We need to move on to the next stage! Wipe down and put your swimsuit back on, stud. Meet me by the pool in ten minutes."

Shelly reached down for her bikini top and the thong that she dropped on the floor earlier. "Time to send some more pics to your overly jealous wife