The Houseguest
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A friend of my wife was having her house renovated, and they decided to move out during the most invasive renovations. My wife offered our place as we have lots of space, and so her friend, Brenda, and Brenda's family would move in for a couple of weeks. Brenda's husband worked away often, so in order to make things a bit less crowded, he decided that the two weeks would be a good time for him to work away and arranged it with work.
For the first few nights, I stayed out of the girls' way. Once the k**s were in bed, I would go off to read, or go out, or whatever. The girls would grab some wine, hang out in our hot tub in our basement, and chat.
On the Sunday, though, my wife had to fly out of town for a few days. I took my wife to the airport and headed home while Brenda put the k**s to bed. I got back, and she was sitting in the living room playing on her phone, and I figured as a good host I would at least sit to chat.
Brenda was very attractive but I wasn't trying to get anywhere with her. Certainly among my wife's friends she was one of the best looking. She was about 5'3", and she obviously kept in shape. She had a darker blonde hair which she kept up usually.
We chatted for a bit about nothing in particular. I rarely hung out with my wife's friends, but Brenda and I seemed to have instant rapport.
"Can I get you a glass of wine?" I asked at some point.
"Are you just trying to get me into the hot tub?" She asked.
"Yes," I said jokingly. "Go ahead. I can bring your glass down."
She laughed and said, "only if you join me."
"Fine," I replied.
I brought the glass down the stairs to the hot tub area. The basement had one bedroom, the spa room, and a bathroom that had doors to each.
I waited with her glass, and when the bathroom door opened she came out in her swimsuit. She wore a black bikini with white lines. It was very cute on her.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Aren't you staying?" She asked. I actually thought she was just being flirtatious and joking about joining her.
"I will just grab my swimsuit and I will be back."
I returned and we sat in the hot tub and chatted, and had a glass or two of wine. Over the period of the night she seemed to trust me more and more, starting to tell me things that, "I can't repeat."
We got on the topic of mutual friends getting divorced. Apparently the guy had cheated and it all went downhill.
"I don't even know why he cheated. They were having sex daily," she said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. A lot more than I get," she laughed. "Sometimes I worry that Mike (her husband) is looking elsewhere."
"I doubt that."
"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer."
"Ok."
"Am I attractive?"
I paused. "Yes of course."
"You delayed."
"Well the question confused me. Look, if I brought in 100 guys and asked them, 99 would say you are attractive. The last one is blind."
She laughed.
"Why?"
She looked down. "You can't tell anyone."
"I won't."
"Not your wife, not my husband, no one."
"Ok."
"Mike hasn't... Satisfied me in a long time."
I must have had a shocked look on my face.
"Can I talk about this? I feel like I can actually share this with you," she said.
"Sure."
"Ok do you want me to withhold details or.."
"Whatever you want. It stays here anyway."
"No judging," she declared. I nodded. She paused, then continued. "I give him blowjobs all the time, but he hasn't been inside me for like 6 months."
"So why do you keep blowing him?"
"Are you judging me?"
"No I'm just curious."
"I don't hate it. I just... I wish he would get me off sometimes."
"So you haven't been satisfied in 6 months?"
"I have, just not by him." She quickly added, "not that I've cheated, at least not yet. I've just had to take care of it myself."
"Does he at least give you oral?"
"No. He hates it. So unless we have sex, I don't get anything."
I scrunched up my face.
"Right?" She declared. "I wish I got something out of it. Does he not know?"
"Maybe. But you'd think he would do something more."
"Exactly. I bet that if I blew you, you would get me off." Then she realized what she said, and her cheeks went bright red. "I... I didn't mean..."
"It's ok," I smiled. "I knew what you meant." I paused, then added, "but for the record, you blowing me would be returning the favor."
She went beet red again. "I... I don't want to... Can I ask... I don't know how to ask this."
I smiled, letting her know she could say whatever.
"If you were my husband, what would..." She stopped.
"Are you asking theoretically? Or are you asking me to be your husband tonight?" I could feel the adrenaline pumping as I asked that. I was pretty sure she wanted me, but this was a friend of my wife's. So much could go wrong.
She bit her bottom lip, but said nothing. I scooted over and put my hand on her waist. She kissed me.
I lifted her up and sat her on the side of the hot tub. I started untying her bikini bottom while I kissed her. I nibbled on her ear and began kissing down her neck, then down her chest. Her bikini top was still on, so I kissed between her breasts, down her torso, and continued downward as I pulled her bikini bottom out of the way.
My tongue brushed against her, from the back of her pussy to the front where I pushed against her clitoris. She moaned and shifted a bit, and I continued on.
Slowly, methodically, I used my tongue to stimulate her. She put her hands behind her to brace herself as she leaned back, progressively moaning louder. I found the exact position that made her writhe with pleasure, and I exploited it.
She was holding her breath, trying not to burst out. I could feel her muscles tense, the rhythm of her moaning changing. I pressed harder. She was about to let go. She made a high pitched noise as she climaxed, her body going from pure rigidity to relaxation in a second.
I brought my head up, and she pulled me in to kiss her. My face was wet from her pussy, but she didn't seem to care. She kissed me so intensely, so passionately.
"I want you," she whispered to me. "I want to make you cum."
"Not yet," I whispered back. I pushed her so that she laid down, and I went back down on her.
This time I fingered her while I licked her. She was so wet that my fingers slipped right in, and I focused on her clit with my tongue.
It didn't take long for her to begin her crescendo of moaning. I could tell she was trying to suppress screaming. I had never heard her swear before, but I could hear the muffled, "oh fuck. Don't stop. Oh fuck."
I continued to finger her after her orgasm, but bringing my body next to hers and kissing her again. She began untying my swimsuit and said, "let's go to my room."
We got up. She grabbed her bikini bottom and we walked toward the bathroom. I grabbed her hips to stop her and kissed her on the neck. "You won't need this," I said as I untied her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Then I took off my own swimsuit.
We got to her bed and we laid down, kissing. She stroked my cock with her hand and I fingered her. She whispered, "I think it's my turn to make you cum."
"Not yet," I replied. Then I kissed down her neck and to her breasts, biting gently on her nipples while I kept fingering her. She was arching her back and moaning again. I went down on her again and pressed even harder with my tongue. She kept shifting suddenly each time I stimulated her clit with my tongue, so I grabbed her legs and held them in place and continued.
She screamed into her pillow, arched her back as much as she could being held in place, and came.
I gently kissed up her torso, to her breasts, up her neck and nibbled on her ear.
"I don't think my husband has ever given me multiple orgasms," she said, exasperated.
"You are owed 6 months of orgasms," I whispered back. "How would you like the next one?'
She kissed me. "I want you to fuck me."
"I think that can be arranged."
For the first few nights, I stayed out of the girls' way. Once the k**s were in bed, I would go off to read, or go out, or whatever. The girls would grab some wine, hang out in our hot tub in our basement, and chat.
On the Sunday, though, my wife had to fly out of town for a few days. I took my wife to the airport and headed home while Brenda put the k**s to bed. I got back, and she was sitting in the living room playing on her phone, and I figured as a good host I would at least sit to chat.
Brenda was very attractive but I wasn't trying to get anywhere with her. Certainly among my wife's friends she was one of the best looking. She was about 5'3", and she obviously kept in shape. She had a darker blonde hair which she kept up usually.
We chatted for a bit about nothing in particular. I rarely hung out with my wife's friends, but Brenda and I seemed to have instant rapport.
"Can I get you a glass of wine?" I asked at some point.
"Are you just trying to get me into the hot tub?" She asked.
"Yes," I said jokingly. "Go ahead. I can bring your glass down."
She laughed and said, "only if you join me."
"Fine," I replied.
I brought the glass down the stairs to the hot tub area. The basement had one bedroom, the spa room, and a bathroom that had doors to each.
I waited with her glass, and when the bathroom door opened she came out in her swimsuit. She wore a black bikini with white lines. It was very cute on her.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Aren't you staying?" She asked. I actually thought she was just being flirtatious and joking about joining her.
"I will just grab my swimsuit and I will be back."
I returned and we sat in the hot tub and chatted, and had a glass or two of wine. Over the period of the night she seemed to trust me more and more, starting to tell me things that, "I can't repeat."
We got on the topic of mutual friends getting divorced. Apparently the guy had cheated and it all went downhill.
"I don't even know why he cheated. They were having sex daily," she said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. A lot more than I get," she laughed. "Sometimes I worry that Mike (her husband) is looking elsewhere."
"I doubt that."
"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer."
"Ok."
"Am I attractive?"
I paused. "Yes of course."
"You delayed."
"Well the question confused me. Look, if I brought in 100 guys and asked them, 99 would say you are attractive. The last one is blind."
She laughed.
"Why?"
She looked down. "You can't tell anyone."
"I won't."
"Not your wife, not my husband, no one."
"Ok."
"Mike hasn't... Satisfied me in a long time."
I must have had a shocked look on my face.
"Can I talk about this? I feel like I can actually share this with you," she said.
"Sure."
"Ok do you want me to withhold details or.."
"Whatever you want. It stays here anyway."
"No judging," she declared. I nodded. She paused, then continued. "I give him blowjobs all the time, but he hasn't been inside me for like 6 months."
"So why do you keep blowing him?"
"Are you judging me?"
"No I'm just curious."
"I don't hate it. I just... I wish he would get me off sometimes."
"So you haven't been satisfied in 6 months?"
"I have, just not by him." She quickly added, "not that I've cheated, at least not yet. I've just had to take care of it myself."
"Does he at least give you oral?"
"No. He hates it. So unless we have sex, I don't get anything."
I scrunched up my face.
"Right?" She declared. "I wish I got something out of it. Does he not know?"
"Maybe. But you'd think he would do something more."
"Exactly. I bet that if I blew you, you would get me off." Then she realized what she said, and her cheeks went bright red. "I... I didn't mean..."
"It's ok," I smiled. "I knew what you meant." I paused, then added, "but for the record, you blowing me would be returning the favor."
She went beet red again. "I... I don't want to... Can I ask... I don't know how to ask this."
I smiled, letting her know she could say whatever.
"If you were my husband, what would..." She stopped.
"Are you asking theoretically? Or are you asking me to be your husband tonight?" I could feel the adrenaline pumping as I asked that. I was pretty sure she wanted me, but this was a friend of my wife's. So much could go wrong.
She bit her bottom lip, but said nothing. I scooted over and put my hand on her waist. She kissed me.
I lifted her up and sat her on the side of the hot tub. I started untying her bikini bottom while I kissed her. I nibbled on her ear and began kissing down her neck, then down her chest. Her bikini top was still on, so I kissed between her breasts, down her torso, and continued downward as I pulled her bikini bottom out of the way.
My tongue brushed against her, from the back of her pussy to the front where I pushed against her clitoris. She moaned and shifted a bit, and I continued on.
Slowly, methodically, I used my tongue to stimulate her. She put her hands behind her to brace herself as she leaned back, progressively moaning louder. I found the exact position that made her writhe with pleasure, and I exploited it.
She was holding her breath, trying not to burst out. I could feel her muscles tense, the rhythm of her moaning changing. I pressed harder. She was about to let go. She made a high pitched noise as she climaxed, her body going from pure rigidity to relaxation in a second.
I brought my head up, and she pulled me in to kiss her. My face was wet from her pussy, but she didn't seem to care. She kissed me so intensely, so passionately.
"I want you," she whispered to me. "I want to make you cum."
"Not yet," I whispered back. I pushed her so that she laid down, and I went back down on her.
This time I fingered her while I licked her. She was so wet that my fingers slipped right in, and I focused on her clit with my tongue.
It didn't take long for her to begin her crescendo of moaning. I could tell she was trying to suppress screaming. I had never heard her swear before, but I could hear the muffled, "oh fuck. Don't stop. Oh fuck."
I continued to finger her after her orgasm, but bringing my body next to hers and kissing her again. She began untying my swimsuit and said, "let's go to my room."
We got up. She grabbed her bikini bottom and we walked toward the bathroom. I grabbed her hips to stop her and kissed her on the neck. "You won't need this," I said as I untied her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Then I took off my own swimsuit.
We got to her bed and we laid down, kissing. She stroked my cock with her hand and I fingered her. She whispered, "I think it's my turn to make you cum."
"Not yet," I replied. Then I kissed down her neck and to her breasts, biting gently on her nipples while I kept fingering her. She was arching her back and moaning again. I went down on her again and pressed even harder with my tongue. She kept shifting suddenly each time I stimulated her clit with my tongue, so I grabbed her legs and held them in place and continued.
She screamed into her pillow, arched her back as much as she could being held in place, and came.
I gently kissed up her torso, to her breasts, up her neck and nibbled on her ear.
"I don't think my husband has ever given me multiple orgasms," she said, exasperated.
"You are owed 6 months of orgasms," I whispered back. "How would you like the next one?'
She kissed me. "I want you to fuck me."
"I think that can be arranged."
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