Courtney Cuckolds: Gentle Seductions
In a fictional tale, I'll recount the encounter of a friend who had a wild night with her husband's best friend.
She told me how she had to entice the friend, almost prompting him to make a move, but once he started, it was as if a dam burst, and the waters gushed out uncontrollably.
The woman was 26 years old. Her husband and his friend were both 29 according to her. I'd share the perspective of the friend who got the chance.
Who hasn't fantasized about a best friend's wife? I'd imagine many of us have.
I don't know how many times I've seen Courtney in a bikini and was left with an erection just by looking at her too long. Or, in the summertime, when she wore a dress, I'd desire to see more as the wind would blow it slightly above her upper thighs, showing me a glimpse of her favorite underwear - cheekies with lace edging.
Naturally, the curiosity would come in the form of what Courtney looks like.
She's a mix of divine and tempting beauty.
Her hair is long and dirty blonde. Her eyes are hazel and glimmered either day or night, inspiring desires in any man who laid eyes on her. And her lips, which often formed playful smirks, suggested she relished the idea that men longed for her. Her full C-cup breasts accentuated her petite frame, and she'd frequently flaunt them to draw attention.
But it was those eyes that finally sealed the deal for me. I'd fantasized about her for too long, desired her body for ages, and those eyes beckoned me to take her.
Her husband, John, was a great guy. I got along well with him and respected him. Still, my yearning for her body was impossible to suppress.
We were watching a movie in their condo one night, with each of us consuming a few drinks. John had too much to drink and went to bed to sleep off the alcohol before the movie ended.
However, Courtney and I continued to watch the movie. But I found myself observing Courtney more than the movie itself.
Sitting next to me on the couch, her dress's hem had rode up to her thighs. When I glanced up from her legs, I found her eyes fixed on mine, and the movie was now paused.
Courtney was signaling that John was asleep, and she was free and open to exploring our desires. She kept her voice low, as though she were sharing a private secret.
"No touching."
Glancing at the closed bedroom door and John's snoring from behind it, she calmy removed her dress and set it to the side. What followed was a heather grey pair of cheeky panties[with lace trim] and matching t-shirt bra[decorated with a little white bow].
The outfit didn't show much more skin than a bikini, but it instilled a sense of intimacy and sexual lust.
Courtney flirtatiously pushed the bra's strap off her shoulder, and the left cup fell loosely onto her side, exposing just enough to ignite my passions. She whispered in her suppressed tone again...
"Treat it as if you're pushing me, not being pushed - darling. I want a bit of force and a firm hand."
She winked, and with her partially exposed chest and her words that had hinted at what she'd teased me with for far too long, I lost all willpower.
I reached towards her, unhooked the bra, and was now on top of her on the couch. Her bra was unhooked but still in place, barely concealing her breasts. The woman I'd fantasized about for so long was finally within my grasp...
Courtney's hips were moving as if she were scared or unsure, wanting to find a reason to refuse. But her lips were sealed, her body immobile, giving in to my teasing whisper:
"You will be my personal sex toy tonight while John sleeps just a few feet away. And, well, I think you'll enjoy it."
The tip of my finger slid along her cheeky-clad vulva, damp with her arousal. It was a moment of truth, and she had no choice but to comply.
After that moment, I knew Courtney was mine to do with as I pleased. A drawn-out panty drop, a taunting quip that ignited my desires, and she offered herself to me, her husband's best friend.
Her eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and uncertainty, yet she affirmed her agreement without hesitation.
"You're such a good little slut."
After removing his hand from her mouth, he didn't observe her react with words of protest, anger, or shock. She didn't make any demands for him to halt his actions or call upon her husband, John. Instead, she merely lay below him on the sofa, biting her lip in anticipation of what was to come. Her eyes widened with desire, almost bordering on shakiness.
He promptly took off her bra, eager to expose her impressive assets which had been veiled from his vision. Her nipples, a deep shade of pink, stiffened, begging for his attention. I obliged, caressing one with my lips, then switching to the other. An instinctive reaction caused her hands to reposition behind his head, drawing him even closer. Soft moans escaped from her throat as she expressed her increasing desires.
Fingers encircled the waistband of her panties, and she, of her own will, moved her hips up to make it easier for him to remove her clothing. He discarded them and cast them aside.
Prior to taking in her ample breasts, my tongue grazed her nipples. A second later, I paused to take in the full frontal view of her body, now irreversibly exposed.
Her breasts moved gently with each breath, and her swollen nipples, hard and glistening with moisture from his previous attention, hailed for more treatment. While her tits drew his attention, another part of Courtney's body demanded his immediate focus.
"Get on your lap, slut."
Her eyes hinted at a vague unease, but this seemed to be significantly outweighed by her desire for submission. She unquestioningly complied.
The very first spank landed with a smack that reverberated in the room, where only her husband's snores could be heard. Courtney cut a strangled squeal halfway before a fifth spank followed.
Her body shivered between searing pain and ecstatic pleasure. Her hips rose higher, as if entreating him to continue fervently spanking her buttocks. As he alternated between spanking and stimulating her common areas, her moans escalated into a horde of uncontrollable murmurs. She strived to suppress any sounds, breathing heavily through pursed lips to hold back her gasps. Shifting her responsibility to her ass, she adjusted her position to further entice him. Her bottom had become bright red, and her cheeks were partially stretched outward, urging him to continue punishing them with even more force.
Having glanced over her body, a light bulb switched on in my head, validating my belief that she possessed an innate craving for submission and violent sex.
Without providing an explanation or word of notice, he pulled her up and took off his pants and underwear. He grasped a handful of Courtney's lustrous hair, motoring her head toward his genitals. She got the message and, responding without hesitation, engulfed his thick seven-inch dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the shaft and spitting saliva.
I paused, allowing her to catch her breath, then grasped a handful of her hair again, compelling her to disengage her mouth from his phallus.
Courtney's eyes looked up at me, burning with intense emotions. She wished to please me, so she stayed mute, licking her lips. Her stare, which had showcased temptation and anticipation, had been replaced with intense, unbridled passion. However, one thing was missing - her eyes no longer held his attention.
He drew her close, their faces pressed against one another's. His index finger explored her pussy, encountering the wetness that had soaked her. With one and then another finger, he delved inside her, coating his bones in her nectar.
Coated in her desire, he only held her for a short while before forcefully dragging her mouth back to his cock. Her lip quivers expressed the conflict between her efforts to obey and sustain his sexual passion and the increasing agitation to quench his urge to finish inside her pussy. As he manipulated her speed and intensity, she unleashed a chorus of groans. To combat her rising fatigue, she shifted back into the rhythm, clenching her teeth and slowing her pace.
"I have to stop," he stated abruptly. "I want to come inside you."
Courtney didn't object, only attempting to resist the instinct to goad him into achieving climax. Instead, she lay motionless, eyes expressing both methodical anticipation and intense excitement.
It dawned on me then that he dealt with heightened consequences compared to if they had been alone, simply demonstrating her willingness to meet his desires, even while exiled from the rest of civilization. [End of paraphrase.]
I made her bend over the couch and penetrated her from the back. As I thrust inside her pussy, she made sounds of pleasure that she fought to contain. I would've grabbed her ass to guide her faster if need be, but she was already so lost in desire that no guidance was necessary. She was bouncing her ass backward to match my pace. One hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit as we fucked, while the other held onto the couch for support. As I touched her breasts, gripping them roughly, my actions drove her insane. Despite being so close to her husband, we were only a few feet away. It didn't take long before I felt her pussy contract around me, signaling an impending orgasm. She hid her face in the couch cushions to muffle her delightful moans as she came.
Delaying only a moment, I then commanded her to lick my cock clean, to which she complied without hesitation. With her tongue, she lovingly cleansed me, treating me like I was the only thing that mattered to her. I could see it in her eyes: she belonged to me, if only for her body.
John's snores were the only sound remaining in the condo, while we both tried to catch our breath from the intense experience.
"Courtney?"
"What is it?"
"Lick my cock clean, my little one."
She turned to me and eagerly began to clean me with her tongue. It was as if she was expressing her affection through this act, confirming to me that she was mine. Though she loved her husband, I had laid claim to her body, and I'd make use of it whenever I could in the future.
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