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Marco was only supposed to stay a couple of weeks. He is a friend of Mike’s from his old school
days. Marco is French and comes to England every now and then to see mike. They both take it in
turns, with Mike going to stay in France on the return visit. Marco is fairly well off and doesn’t need to
work, unlike Mike and I, who still have to make a living. During his stay we would both go off to work
during the week and leave him to his own devices, getting together on the weekends and evenings to
catch up. Marco is a very handsome man. He is tall with dark hair, brown eyes and a golden tan. His
gorgeous colour has been achieved by the many hours spent sunbathing back home in France.
Marco is not shy to say the least and would always be found wandering around the house in a semi
naked state, wearing just loose shorts or something casual. He has a fine athletic build for a man in
his late forties, lovely defined muscles, a body an athlete might have. He does run every morning
before breakfast and on returning home, he always showers before joining us for breakfast. Now I
had never really thought of him in a sexual way before, though he is always a bit of a flirt with the
girls, with his accent and good looks but on this particular morning something happened. It was
Saturday and Mike had gone in early to finish a job leaving me to do the housework. Marco had been
on his run and had come into the kitchen wearing just his towel having just had his shower. It was a
small towel and came just above his knees. He was still damp and the water was trickling down his
chest over his six pack. I traced its path with my eyes as it made its way down to the top of the towel.
The towel was perched on his hips, just covering the line of his pubic hair. He has that lovely “V”
shape pointing to his pelvis. I felt a sudden twinge in my pussy as I studied his body. It felt wrong
lusting for him as we had known each other a while. I had only studied him briefly but it felt too long. I
turned and carried on with the breakfast. I was only wearing a light cotton robe myself that finished
mid-thigh. I was completely naked underneath. The gown is white and always clings to my pert firm
breasts, following their every contour. You can normally make out my nipples as they press against
the cloth. This was my normal attire for Saturday mornings as I was normally home alone. So, here I
was, only a few feet from a handsome man. I was normally dressed when he came down for
breakfast and felt slightly vulnerable as he sat at the table behind me. The fact I had nothing on under
my robe, made me slightly self-conscious. I could feel my chest starting to go red and my heart beat
faster. I didn’t know what to do. Should I excuse myself and go and change, or just act normal? What
if he had caught me staring at him? I didn’t know what to do next. “Good morning gorgeous, how are
you this morning?” he said with his sexy French accent. I turned and smiled. “I’m fine, how was your
run?” I replied as I carried on preparing breakfast. He went on to talk about how good it was to run in
the morning and smell the fresh morning air. I turned and put the plates on the table. Marco was
sitting facing me, his legs slightly apart. To my surprise I could see his cock under his towel. I don’t
know if he was fully aware that I could see it all. I could make out every vein. I sat on the chair directly
opposite him and tried not to stare down at his towel. We chatted whilst we ate our breakfast.
Occasionally I would flick my eyes down towards his towel. He told me about his home, women, and
life in general back in France. He told me how the French were far more relaxed in every aspect of
life and love. I was trying to concentrate as he spoke but I found my mind racing at the thought of his
cock just there, staring me in the face. It had been a couple of weeks since I’d made love and I
normally start feeling horny. I found myself wondering what his cock would feel like and taste like.
Images ran through my mind of his fit slender body writhing against mine as we made passionate
love over the table. He must have noticed me looking! He paused a moment and smiled at me. I
looked back into his eyes but this time he had a glint in them. He smiled as he parted his legs slightly
wider. He didn’t make it obvious but just carried on chatting to me. As I glanced again at his cock, it
slowly began to grow before my eyes. Again I tried not to make it obvious I was looking but I couldn’t
help it. It wasn’t long before his cock was rock hard and poking up against his towel. It had pushed
the towel up and I had a clear view of his hairy balls placed on the chair. His thick shaft was strong,
leading to the tip as it disappeared under the towel. I could feel my nipples getting erect and
protruding against the thin white cotton of my robe. I glanced down at my lap. My gown had slid down
either side of my thighs as my legs were crossed. You could probably just see the top of my pubes in
the “V” my gown had formed under the sash. My top had gaped open slightly between my breasts
showing a little cleavage, and yes my nipples were starting to go rock hard as they strained against
the thin cotton. I was glad I had taken the time to trim my pussy that morning leaving a neat strip of
pubic hair just above my clitty. It felt really naughty partly exposing myself to Mike’s oldest friend. I
raised my eyes to meet his again, he was still chatting to me but found it hard to concentrate. His
eyes studied every part of my exposed body. I remembered the story I’d heard. Mike had apparently
got off with one of Marco’s girlfriends, and he had caught them making love in the bedsit they shared.
I looked into those dark eyes. Maybe Marco was plotting some payback I thought as I giggled to
myself. I smiled back at him again as I ate my toast. I could feel his eyes studying every curve of my
breasts. I discreetly pushed them out harder against the straining cotton, I glanced down and could
see how erect my nipples had become, pointing out like bullets. My heart was pounding fast. I could
now twitching. I knew he was as turned on as me. My breathing got deeper and so was his. I teased
his eyes as I parted my legs slightly wider. I could feel I was getting wetter and wetter with all the
teasing. I was determined he would make the first move. I reached across the table and took his
empty plate placing it on top of mine. My movement caused my robe to part even more, almost
exposing my breasts completely. I picked up the plates, stood up and turned to the sink. I stood at the
worktop placing the plates in the washing up bowl when I heard the chair legs sc**** on the tiled
floor. Marco got up. I focused out of the window as I felt him come up behind me. I put one hand
either side of me on the worktop and braced myself. I wasn’t sure what would happen next. I could
feel the wetness of my pussy. There was silence. Neither of us spoke. I saw each of his hands
holding his towel clasp over mine each side of me. Then his hot naked body pressed against my
back. His hard cock pressed against the thin cotton covering my bum, it positioned itself hard and
strong between my cheeks. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as I pushed back against him. I
ground back against him letting him know that I wanted him desperately. He dropped the towel and
reached his hands around me undoing my sash that held my flimsy gown together. I gripped the edge
of the worktop with both hands and focused on my garden as I felt his large warm hands begin to
stroke my soft naked flesh, he caressed them up until he cupped my firm breasts in each hand, and
rolled my nipples between his fingers. He nuzzled his chin into my neck and began kissing it, working
up to my ears where he darted his hot wet tongue in my ear canal, and nibbled my ear lobes. I
pushed my bum back again against his hard cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft. I moaned with
sheer pleasure and wanton passion. He slid his way down my body with his hands, kissing me all
over as he finally knelt behind me. He lifted my robe and kissed my arse cheeks. Then placing a hand
on each cheek, he parted them and darted his hot tongue up my arse crack, paying particular
attention to my hole. I pushed my bum back against him as he licked my hole. He then manoeuvred
himself around under my legs until he was sitting on the floor with his back to the kitchen units and his
face in my pussy. I gripped the edge of the top even harder as he pulled me to him with his hands on
my arse. Still we didn’t speak. He darted his tongue expertly up and down my slit, licking the juices
from my wet hole. He parted my lips with his strong tongue, and darted it in and out of my love canal.
Then he moved up to my clitty and started working it in a circular motion with his tongue. I was now
pushing my hips hard against his face causing his head to bang against the cupboards. I was as
horny as hell and moaning loudly with pleasure as he played with my button. I was in heaven. Here
was this sexy French man sitting on my kitchen floor, servicing his friend’s wife with his expert
tongue. I gripped the worktop and began to moan loudly, a wave of ecstasy began to sweep over me
and my orgasm suddenly came strong and fast. I bucked my hips against his face, forcing each drop
of my come into his mouth. My legs went to jelly and I had to hold myself up as the spasms gradually
subsided. Marco slid out from under me and stood up behind me. We still hadn’t spoken. I remained
there routed to the spot looking out at the garden, holding on tight to the worktop, my legs still parted
in a provocative pose. He stood behind me and again nuzzled my neck kissing me and fondling my
breasts. He rolled my erect nipples between his strong fingers. I could feel juices running down my
naked inner thigh. His hands moved from my breasts and slowly slipped my robe off my shoulders.
He gently lifted each of my hands and removed the gown completely, discarding it to one side. He
pressed his naked body against mine and I felt his cock pressing against my bum and the small of my
back. I closed my eyes. He nuzzled my neck again and kissed me softly. He placed a hand on top of
each of mine and gripped them tightly, then he whispered softly. “Is this what you want, do you want
to feel me make love to you?” “Oh god yes, do what you want with me, I want to feel your cum deep
inside me!” I replied. With that he used his feet to part my legs further. Still holding my hands to the
worktop he worked his cock under me with his hips until I felt the tip of it at the entrance to my wet
hole. I stood on tip toe to ease his access. As I wriggled my hips to help he parted my wet lips with his
hard tool. He slipped it in all the way till I felt his pelvic bone against my bum. He paused there a
moment giving us both the pleasant sensation of his cock in my soft wet tunnel. Then he began to
work it in and out slowly, taking it almost all the way out before sliding it back in again. He still held
down my hands and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back enjoying his cock
sliding slowly in and out of my pussy. He was determined to make it last. I slid up and down his shaft
for a few minutes savouring every feeling. I moaned as it rubbed the walls of my pussy. He moved at
different angles to get maximum penetration and really made sure I felt every inch of it sensually. I’ve
never achieved an orgasm through intercourse without clitoral stimulation before but as his cock slid
up and down against my pussy walls, I was overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm. I found myself
moaning as I convulsed and shuddered on his cock. As my pussy gripped his cock during my
orgasm, it sent him over the top and he lost control. He began to groan loudly as he thrust his cock
deep into my pussy. His thrusting was faster and harder as he finally exploded pumping his seed
deep inside me. He wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my breasts as he pumped every last
drop up me with each thrust of his tool. We both panted as we caught our breath, he cuddled me from
behind for some time. Finally his softening cock slipped out of me, followed by a load of cum that
plopped on the floor. I turned around and planted a kiss on his lips. We stood and caressed each
other, I reached down and stroked his limp cock as he caressed my breasts. I wanted more, I was hot
and horny for his cock! I sank to my knees and took his soft cock in my mouth. I began to suck him
hard again. I worked his shaft up and down and sucked hard on the tip, licking it with my tongue. I
used my hands to play with his balls. I sucked them and put them in my mouth one at a time. After a
short time, life began to return to his limp cock, it began to twitch again. I sucked harder pausing to
wank his foreskin back and forth. I could feel it beginning to stiffen. I stood up and whilst playing with
his cock I whispered in his ear. “Can you get it hard enough to fuck me on the table?” I took the last
things off the table and climbed onto it laying on my back. My legs dangled over the side. Marco was
wanking his cock furiously getting it fully hard again. I spread my legs and began playing with myself
while I waited. I slid my fingers in my well lubricated hole filled with our combined juices. I took one
finger and put it to my mouth sucking the cum off it provocatively. Before long Marco was stroking
another rock hard erection. I spread my legs further and parted my pussy lips with my fingers inviting
him to slip his cock in me again. “I want you to fuck me hard again, and fill me with your spunk!” I
said, as he stood between my legs. He slid his cock in and began to draw it In and out slowly until he
reached full thrust. He gripped my waist with his hands as he focused on fucking me harder and
harder. I placed my hands under my back to avoid friction burns to my bum and wrapped my legs
around his back. He was a man on a mission, wanting to prove a point. His teeth were gritted and
beads of sweat ran down his chest. He gripped my waist harder as he rammed his cock home. The
table was creaking and sliding as he fucked me with such force. My breasts bounced as he
pummelled me. Suddenly he stopped and withdrew. He pulled me up and spun me over. He forced
me to bend over and spread my legs wide. I grabbed the back of the chair to get my balance. His
hand slipped between my legs and parted my pussy lips as he rammed the tip of his cock in again.
This time he was a lot quicker. He moaned and groaned loudly. His balls banged against my arse
with a loud flesh on flesh slapping sound. Before long he was pumping his second load of cum deep
inside me. After several minutes of ramming my hole he stood motionless with his cock deep in me. I
wriggled my hips against him and squeezed my pussy draining every last drop out of him. We didn’t
have time to think about what had just happened when we heard Mike’s key in the front door. We
both jumped up, and I threw on my robe. Marco wrapped his towel back around his subsiding cock
and took a seat at the table. Mike came into the kitchen full of life and completely oblivious to what
had just happened between his wife and best friend over his kitchen table. As I cuddled up to him and
placed a kiss on his lips I caught sight of the pool of come on the floor from our first fuck. I took him
by the hand and led him to the lounge, with more come running from my lips and down my thighs. I
sat him down and went and made him a cup of tea. Marco got dressed and we all ended up chatting.
I was still in my robe, semen stuck to my pubes and thighs. I’m sure Mike was turned on by my state
of undress in front of his friend. I know he must have caught Marco looking up my robe more than
once, especially as I would part my legs every now and then, giving Marco a flash.
days. Marco is French and comes to England every now and then to see mike. They both take it in
turns, with Mike going to stay in France on the return visit. Marco is fairly well off and doesn’t need to
work, unlike Mike and I, who still have to make a living. During his stay we would both go off to work
during the week and leave him to his own devices, getting together on the weekends and evenings to
catch up. Marco is a very handsome man. He is tall with dark hair, brown eyes and a golden tan. His
gorgeous colour has been achieved by the many hours spent sunbathing back home in France.
Marco is not shy to say the least and would always be found wandering around the house in a semi
naked state, wearing just loose shorts or something casual. He has a fine athletic build for a man in
his late forties, lovely defined muscles, a body an athlete might have. He does run every morning
before breakfast and on returning home, he always showers before joining us for breakfast. Now I
had never really thought of him in a sexual way before, though he is always a bit of a flirt with the
girls, with his accent and good looks but on this particular morning something happened. It was
Saturday and Mike had gone in early to finish a job leaving me to do the housework. Marco had been
on his run and had come into the kitchen wearing just his towel having just had his shower. It was a
small towel and came just above his knees. He was still damp and the water was trickling down his
chest over his six pack. I traced its path with my eyes as it made its way down to the top of the towel.
The towel was perched on his hips, just covering the line of his pubic hair. He has that lovely “V”
shape pointing to his pelvis. I felt a sudden twinge in my pussy as I studied his body. It felt wrong
lusting for him as we had known each other a while. I had only studied him briefly but it felt too long. I
turned and carried on with the breakfast. I was only wearing a light cotton robe myself that finished
mid-thigh. I was completely naked underneath. The gown is white and always clings to my pert firm
breasts, following their every contour. You can normally make out my nipples as they press against
the cloth. This was my normal attire for Saturday mornings as I was normally home alone. So, here I
was, only a few feet from a handsome man. I was normally dressed when he came down for
breakfast and felt slightly vulnerable as he sat at the table behind me. The fact I had nothing on under
my robe, made me slightly self-conscious. I could feel my chest starting to go red and my heart beat
faster. I didn’t know what to do. Should I excuse myself and go and change, or just act normal? What
if he had caught me staring at him? I didn’t know what to do next. “Good morning gorgeous, how are
you this morning?” he said with his sexy French accent. I turned and smiled. “I’m fine, how was your
run?” I replied as I carried on preparing breakfast. He went on to talk about how good it was to run in
the morning and smell the fresh morning air. I turned and put the plates on the table. Marco was
sitting facing me, his legs slightly apart. To my surprise I could see his cock under his towel. I don’t
know if he was fully aware that I could see it all. I could make out every vein. I sat on the chair directly
opposite him and tried not to stare down at his towel. We chatted whilst we ate our breakfast.
Occasionally I would flick my eyes down towards his towel. He told me about his home, women, and
life in general back in France. He told me how the French were far more relaxed in every aspect of
life and love. I was trying to concentrate as he spoke but I found my mind racing at the thought of his
cock just there, staring me in the face. It had been a couple of weeks since I’d made love and I
normally start feeling horny. I found myself wondering what his cock would feel like and taste like.
Images ran through my mind of his fit slender body writhing against mine as we made passionate
love over the table. He must have noticed me looking! He paused a moment and smiled at me. I
looked back into his eyes but this time he had a glint in them. He smiled as he parted his legs slightly
wider. He didn’t make it obvious but just carried on chatting to me. As I glanced again at his cock, it
slowly began to grow before my eyes. Again I tried not to make it obvious I was looking but I couldn’t
help it. It wasn’t long before his cock was rock hard and poking up against his towel. It had pushed
the towel up and I had a clear view of his hairy balls placed on the chair. His thick shaft was strong,
leading to the tip as it disappeared under the towel. I could feel my nipples getting erect and
protruding against the thin white cotton of my robe. I glanced down at my lap. My gown had slid down
either side of my thighs as my legs were crossed. You could probably just see the top of my pubes in
the “V” my gown had formed under the sash. My top had gaped open slightly between my breasts
showing a little cleavage, and yes my nipples were starting to go rock hard as they strained against
the thin cotton. I was glad I had taken the time to trim my pussy that morning leaving a neat strip of
pubic hair just above my clitty. It felt really naughty partly exposing myself to Mike’s oldest friend. I
raised my eyes to meet his again, he was still chatting to me but found it hard to concentrate. His
eyes studied every part of my exposed body. I remembered the story I’d heard. Mike had apparently
got off with one of Marco’s girlfriends, and he had caught them making love in the bedsit they shared.
I looked into those dark eyes. Maybe Marco was plotting some payback I thought as I giggled to
myself. I smiled back at him again as I ate my toast. I could feel his eyes studying every curve of my
breasts. I discreetly pushed them out harder against the straining cotton, I glanced down and could
see how erect my nipples had become, pointing out like bullets. My heart was pounding fast. I could
now twitching. I knew he was as turned on as me. My breathing got deeper and so was his. I teased
his eyes as I parted my legs slightly wider. I could feel I was getting wetter and wetter with all the
teasing. I was determined he would make the first move. I reached across the table and took his
empty plate placing it on top of mine. My movement caused my robe to part even more, almost
exposing my breasts completely. I picked up the plates, stood up and turned to the sink. I stood at the
worktop placing the plates in the washing up bowl when I heard the chair legs sc**** on the tiled
floor. Marco got up. I focused out of the window as I felt him come up behind me. I put one hand
either side of me on the worktop and braced myself. I wasn’t sure what would happen next. I could
feel the wetness of my pussy. There was silence. Neither of us spoke. I saw each of his hands
holding his towel clasp over mine each side of me. Then his hot naked body pressed against my
back. His hard cock pressed against the thin cotton covering my bum, it positioned itself hard and
strong between my cheeks. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as I pushed back against him. I
ground back against him letting him know that I wanted him desperately. He dropped the towel and
reached his hands around me undoing my sash that held my flimsy gown together. I gripped the edge
of the worktop with both hands and focused on my garden as I felt his large warm hands begin to
stroke my soft naked flesh, he caressed them up until he cupped my firm breasts in each hand, and
rolled my nipples between his fingers. He nuzzled his chin into my neck and began kissing it, working
up to my ears where he darted his hot wet tongue in my ear canal, and nibbled my ear lobes. I
pushed my bum back again against his hard cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft. I moaned with
sheer pleasure and wanton passion. He slid his way down my body with his hands, kissing me all
over as he finally knelt behind me. He lifted my robe and kissed my arse cheeks. Then placing a hand
on each cheek, he parted them and darted his hot tongue up my arse crack, paying particular
attention to my hole. I pushed my bum back against him as he licked my hole. He then manoeuvred
himself around under my legs until he was sitting on the floor with his back to the kitchen units and his
face in my pussy. I gripped the edge of the top even harder as he pulled me to him with his hands on
my arse. Still we didn’t speak. He darted his tongue expertly up and down my slit, licking the juices
from my wet hole. He parted my lips with his strong tongue, and darted it in and out of my love canal.
Then he moved up to my clitty and started working it in a circular motion with his tongue. I was now
pushing my hips hard against his face causing his head to bang against the cupboards. I was as
horny as hell and moaning loudly with pleasure as he played with my button. I was in heaven. Here
was this sexy French man sitting on my kitchen floor, servicing his friend’s wife with his expert
tongue. I gripped the worktop and began to moan loudly, a wave of ecstasy began to sweep over me
and my orgasm suddenly came strong and fast. I bucked my hips against his face, forcing each drop
of my come into his mouth. My legs went to jelly and I had to hold myself up as the spasms gradually
subsided. Marco slid out from under me and stood up behind me. We still hadn’t spoken. I remained
there routed to the spot looking out at the garden, holding on tight to the worktop, my legs still parted
in a provocative pose. He stood behind me and again nuzzled my neck kissing me and fondling my
breasts. He rolled my erect nipples between his strong fingers. I could feel juices running down my
naked inner thigh. His hands moved from my breasts and slowly slipped my robe off my shoulders.
He gently lifted each of my hands and removed the gown completely, discarding it to one side. He
pressed his naked body against mine and I felt his cock pressing against my bum and the small of my
back. I closed my eyes. He nuzzled my neck again and kissed me softly. He placed a hand on top of
each of mine and gripped them tightly, then he whispered softly. “Is this what you want, do you want
to feel me make love to you?” “Oh god yes, do what you want with me, I want to feel your cum deep
inside me!” I replied. With that he used his feet to part my legs further. Still holding my hands to the
worktop he worked his cock under me with his hips until I felt the tip of it at the entrance to my wet
hole. I stood on tip toe to ease his access. As I wriggled my hips to help he parted my wet lips with his
hard tool. He slipped it in all the way till I felt his pelvic bone against my bum. He paused there a
moment giving us both the pleasant sensation of his cock in my soft wet tunnel. Then he began to
work it in and out slowly, taking it almost all the way out before sliding it back in again. He still held
down my hands and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back enjoying his cock
sliding slowly in and out of my pussy. He was determined to make it last. I slid up and down his shaft
for a few minutes savouring every feeling. I moaned as it rubbed the walls of my pussy. He moved at
different angles to get maximum penetration and really made sure I felt every inch of it sensually. I’ve
never achieved an orgasm through intercourse without clitoral stimulation before but as his cock slid
up and down against my pussy walls, I was overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm. I found myself
moaning as I convulsed and shuddered on his cock. As my pussy gripped his cock during my
orgasm, it sent him over the top and he lost control. He began to groan loudly as he thrust his cock
deep into my pussy. His thrusting was faster and harder as he finally exploded pumping his seed
deep inside me. He wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my breasts as he pumped every last
drop up me with each thrust of his tool. We both panted as we caught our breath, he cuddled me from
behind for some time. Finally his softening cock slipped out of me, followed by a load of cum that
plopped on the floor. I turned around and planted a kiss on his lips. We stood and caressed each
other, I reached down and stroked his limp cock as he caressed my breasts. I wanted more, I was hot
and horny for his cock! I sank to my knees and took his soft cock in my mouth. I began to suck him
hard again. I worked his shaft up and down and sucked hard on the tip, licking it with my tongue. I
used my hands to play with his balls. I sucked them and put them in my mouth one at a time. After a
short time, life began to return to his limp cock, it began to twitch again. I sucked harder pausing to
wank his foreskin back and forth. I could feel it beginning to stiffen. I stood up and whilst playing with
his cock I whispered in his ear. “Can you get it hard enough to fuck me on the table?” I took the last
things off the table and climbed onto it laying on my back. My legs dangled over the side. Marco was
wanking his cock furiously getting it fully hard again. I spread my legs and began playing with myself
while I waited. I slid my fingers in my well lubricated hole filled with our combined juices. I took one
finger and put it to my mouth sucking the cum off it provocatively. Before long Marco was stroking
another rock hard erection. I spread my legs further and parted my pussy lips with my fingers inviting
him to slip his cock in me again. “I want you to fuck me hard again, and fill me with your spunk!” I
said, as he stood between my legs. He slid his cock in and began to draw it In and out slowly until he
reached full thrust. He gripped my waist with his hands as he focused on fucking me harder and
harder. I placed my hands under my back to avoid friction burns to my bum and wrapped my legs
around his back. He was a man on a mission, wanting to prove a point. His teeth were gritted and
beads of sweat ran down his chest. He gripped my waist harder as he rammed his cock home. The
table was creaking and sliding as he fucked me with such force. My breasts bounced as he
pummelled me. Suddenly he stopped and withdrew. He pulled me up and spun me over. He forced
me to bend over and spread my legs wide. I grabbed the back of the chair to get my balance. His
hand slipped between my legs and parted my pussy lips as he rammed the tip of his cock in again.
This time he was a lot quicker. He moaned and groaned loudly. His balls banged against my arse
with a loud flesh on flesh slapping sound. Before long he was pumping his second load of cum deep
inside me. After several minutes of ramming my hole he stood motionless with his cock deep in me. I
wriggled my hips against him and squeezed my pussy draining every last drop out of him. We didn’t
have time to think about what had just happened when we heard Mike’s key in the front door. We
both jumped up, and I threw on my robe. Marco wrapped his towel back around his subsiding cock
and took a seat at the table. Mike came into the kitchen full of life and completely oblivious to what
had just happened between his wife and best friend over his kitchen table. As I cuddled up to him and
placed a kiss on his lips I caught sight of the pool of come on the floor from our first fuck. I took him
by the hand and led him to the lounge, with more come running from my lips and down my thighs. I
sat him down and went and made him a cup of tea. Marco got dressed and we all ended up chatting.
I was still in my robe, semen stuck to my pubes and thighs. I’m sure Mike was turned on by my state
of undress in front of his friend. I know he must have caught Marco looking up my robe more than
once, especially as I would part my legs every now and then, giving Marco a flash.
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