Eating Out My Wife's Little Friend!
My attractive brunette spouse, Jane, had sympathy for her coworker, Catherine, upon learning that her husband was maintaining two households, even siring a child with another woman. Jane and Cath's friendship grew closer as a result of the breakup, and they spent more time together. The attractive young woman had a height of around 5 feet 2 inches and a stunning appearance, with dimples. I found it hard to understand why someone would cheat on her.
During a work gathering without Jane, I masturbated using my daughter's blond doll that was three feet tall, wearing a rainbow top, denim skirt, and pink heels, while fantasizing about Cath orally pleasuring my spouse, with me penetrating her from behind. With a nostril-flaring yell, I ejaculated onto the doll's face, leave a trail of semen from its limp lashes and chin. I settled down to rest for the night relieved.
I became bored of waiting for Jane and began watching a film, then stimulated my penis a little while daydreaming about fucking both my wife and the delicate blonde friend, who had a similarly-built doll physique. I contemplated their intimate engagement.
Late in the evening, a knock on the door followed by the doorbell alarmed me. I decided to go downstairs and help Catherine, assuming she had misplaced or lost her keys. I put on some jeans and headed downstairs.
Catherine, a disheveled blonde, was at the front door wearing a tight, shimmering silvery dress. The bodice of her attire highlighted her substantial breasts, and her toned legs shone through the sheer fabric. She looked fantastic, like a doll I'd like to play with.
"Jane's lost her keys," she said, slurring her words. "I can't get into my house." She clung to a matching large purse, balancing precariously on the heels of her radiant rhinestone shoes. "Is Jane back?" she inquired, looking at me with her foggy blue eyes while running a hand through her shoulder-length hair.
"Don't worry, she's not here yet. I've tried contacting her, but the messages haven't been seen, and her voicemail is filling up."
As the distraught Cath continued to apologize, my attention was drawn to her tiny frame, tits, and toes. Her dress's neckline highlighted her breasts while hiding them.
"Being locked out is lousy," I stated, admiring her reflection in the deep blue eyes. Her unblemished makeup was alluring, but her bold red lips were just stunning. If I wasn't married, her lips would've looked superior around my dick.
"Can I stay here until tomorrow?" She worriedly stole a glimpse of my chest while balancing on her heels.
"Certainly, step inside and avoid the cold outside." Feeling her backless dress caress me, my hand slipped onto her smooth skin. I averted my gaze from her slender legs and voluptuous backside, trying not to ogle them.
I switched on the low lights in the kitchen because the candles were still glowing. I invited her for a cup of coffee, but she turned it down, wanting to have a drink that would make her feel more relaxed after the embarrassing situation.
"How are you dealing with the breakup?" I inquired, changing topics to avoid prolonging the awkwardness.
The dancing candles illuminated her graceful moves around the kitchen. She seemed like a reflective ornament with her dress swinging in unison with the flickering candles, yet it was amusing.
"Rowing with the past," she blurted out, fighting back tears on the counter."I thought they would last forever, but it's over."
As I pretended to be understanding, my gaze rested on her cleavage pushing against the counter. I shifted my position around her, attempting to persuade her to retire for the night. The illumination from the candles showcased her tender feet.
"We must retire for the night," I expressed, looking at her customized pedicured toes. I envisioned topping her white, beautiful toes with my creamy seed.
After gulping down her vodka, Cath's eyes welled up, her attention was then drawn to my throbbing erection. She paused, leaning her head on my chest as she attempted to steady herself, then I received a passionate kiss from her. Her warm touch stimulated my penis and I needed to share the moment with her.
Taking advantage of the situation, I embraced her petite body and ass, while our tongues did a seductive dance inside our mouths.
"No, we shouldn't," I exclaimed. "What about Jane?"
In the dimly lit kitchen, Cath let off steam, "We're both adults, and Jane would never know the difference." She slurred her words and got on her knees.
Using the opportunity to lose control over my instincts, her lips met mine, allowing me to fully explore her figure. I took in her petite features, her sensitive spots, and her luscious mouth.
My dick appeared large in her petite hands as she gradually jerked me off, and even larger as pre-cum dripped from it before her little face. She licked my balls and shaft first, followed by sucking my head. Her mouth was smaller than Hollywood star Jane's smile and I instinctively let out a gasp. I pushed Jane out of my mind, as I pushed my dick in the back of Cath's throat!
"Fuck me with your adulterous dirty dick!" Cath jeered, my dick coated with lipstick. "Ejaculate in my mouth, pretend I'm your sexy spouse."
Taking offence slightly, although I'd cheated. Hypocritically, I disliked her tone and talk of infidelity. Arrogant slut, I thought. However, her mouth on my dick outweighed any guilt.
"Good girl," I sighed, trying not to sound condescending, gently nodding her head of blonde hair back and forth on my throbbing, veiny dick. "You're performing really well," I added limply, as she skillfully worked on me. "Keep going," I encouraged, as doubts crossed my mind. "Oh god, keep doing that," I instructed, even though I felt guilty again. "You have oral skills that would've stopped me from cheating, what was your husband thinking?!" I proclaimed.
"Come on then!" she snarled, my penis hanging from her mouth.
I slapped my cock across her face and struck her forehead
"Good bitch," I said, grasping her hair in a ponytail. I fucked her face hard, her saliva covering my balls as they slammed against her chin. I was determined to have some fun with this little adulteress.
Each time she gagged and sputtered, her cheeks expanded more. Her bloodshot eyes watered and protruded as her mascara ran down her face! She vomited a bit, but she persisted. I was nearly about to climax, considering whether to ejaculate in the back of her throat or over her face. In the end, I grabbed her hair and pushed her off my dick, picking her back up and placing her on the counter like a doll.
"Fuck me!" she begged, "I want your adulterous penis inside me!"
I found it disconcerting, possibly my dick visibly out of her was pushing the boundaries too far. I knew if I inserted my length inside her, I'd really transgress the line. Regardless, I tore off her wet panties, burying my nose in them to smell them. I desperately wanted to lick her anal ring.
Lifting her dress, she spread her legs, her inviting vagina bare like a peach, with a small amount of hair. Her lips were folded back neatly, and I could effortlessly discern she wasn't as loose as my wife.
Surely cunnilingus wasn't infidelity? I thrust my head between her legs, and my tongue got to work below her mound. She rested there where I'd have my breakfast, now I was licking on an all-you-can-eat buffet.
"That's it eat my pussy," she whispered.
She was as sweet as honey, as my tongue scooped away, stimulating her clit, licking her out. Darting my tongue in and out and as far in as I could, flicking her clit, spreading her pussy lips with my hand, and probing her sodden folds with my tongue, I relished her juices as she sighs and moans with pleasure.
"Fuck yes!" she panted. "Lick my pussy," she grunted, "Push harder you whore!" she demanded.
It wasn't long before the dirty slut was squirming, writhing, shuddering, and moaning as she climaxed in my face.
"Yes baby girl," I murmured. "Cum!"
The amount of juice she produced stunned me, but I accepted it. However, the dirty slut then began urinating, making it hard to distinguish her cum from her urine.
Sighing, she fell back, sitting weak-legged, I pulled her from the counter without her heels. Now much shorter, she could hardly stand. I dropped her dress, exposing her breasts which remained perky. With her dress, it resembled a belt. I licked her underarms, her large tits and puffy nipples while playing with her pulsating, wet pussy.
With my bladder full and my body damp, I thought I'd retaliate with some water sports on the drunk, adulteress slut, and put Cath back on her knees. Holding my dick, she understood what I intended.
"You disgusting bastard!" she screeched.
I started spraying the woman with a hose, pouring urine onto her body, completely soaking her from top to bottom.
"This is for Jane," I sighed.
The warm pee splashed as she playfully gagged and spat, grinning, her eyes glittering in the faint illumination. I dropped several hand towels on the tiled ground to clean up the pee as Cath took off her sodden dress.
With ideal proportions, long blonde hair gathered back, and white nails adorning her hands, I gushed over her appearance.
"Can I take a shower?" she slurred, rubbing my jammed balls and erection. "Hang out the clothes in the laundry, you can tell Jane I was sick, it's kind of true," smiled the scheming bitch. "You can fuck my brains out then I'll drain your balls," she added with a wink.
"You dastardly slut!" I exclaimed. I nodded as the fiery little imp headed upstairs with her breasts heaving and her shapely butt slightly shaking. Standing naked in the kitchen, I considered my course of action as I threw her clothes, my jeans, and towels into the laundry. I had a backup plan set, just in case Jane inquired about the laundry.
Sharing Jane's bed with twenty-year-old Cath—fucking her wasn't a feasible option. If I were to tear apart and expand Cath's young holes, I'd have to do it in the shower or my daughter's old room. Jane and Cath were like identical swans. Jane could return at any moment, and a threesome wasn't likely, as she wasn't someone who shared.
I pondered on my actions. Should I jerk off and squirt my cum on Cath's discarded shoes? Then put Cath to bed and retire? That seemed like the right course of action.
I finished putting her dazzling shoes on the chair neatly, my rock hard cock in hand, but I hesitated as I gazed upon her appealing footwear. Could it be worth shooting onto her sinful heels just to clean them up later? I debated. Perhaps I could masturbate while watching her in the shower instead?
Suddenly, my phone began vibrating on the counter, a message from Jane that began: 'If you're still awake...' delighting my depraved self, I pulled on my limp penis, reading the rest of the text. I found solace in the fact that Cath's name wasn't mentioned, she was enjoying her night out, and she would be going out for food with her remaining coworkers.
I picked up Cath's shoes from the floor. It was going to be a lengthy night, I thought. My ball-sacs churning, and my stiff cock twitching as I ascended the stairs to tarnish little Cath in some manner.
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