DeviantGent

Introverts are the wild ones

I couldn’t believe my luck. Her pretty face, sexy blond hair, delectable-looking body...I couldn’t believe that my acquaintance’s wife was this little vixen. He expressed a desire to see her with another man, and I expressed a willingness to meet her, but I never thought she’d be this vision of eroticism.

We went through the usual introductions, the awkward phase, the first double entendre that induces nervous laughter. I find a direct approach often works best. “We know why we’re here” I announced, and they both nodded. I held my hand out to her, and after a long look at her husband, she took it.

It was their house, but I could figure it out, so I led her to her own bed, with husband in tow. I sat, and pulled her petite body to me in a firm but gentle embrace. “Just relax...go with it” I whispered, and I could feel her body comply with my instruction.

Our first kiss was warm and slow and sexy, with my hands roaming down her back, cupping her firm young ass. She put her hands on my chest, and left them there...a move that felt like surrender. I put my hands on her chest, on her breasts, cupping them now, and squeezing. She closed her eyes as we kissed again and my hands made their way inside her top to her warm flesh.

We began to disrobe, and in his corner, so did her husband. One truth is that his cock is probably a lot closer to average than he knows. Another is that it is significantly smaller than mine, a fact that his young wife certainly noticed, and instantly. She didn’t look afraid, but I may have seen a hint of concern. I don’t know what I’d have seen if I looked at him. She had my full attention, now.

I laid her back on the bed and kissed my way down her body, pausing at her responsive nipples before making my way to the treasure between her legs. I kissed and nibbled just a little, and then rolled her on top of me in a 69 position. As I resumed my oral attentions, I felt her hands, and then her moistened lips, begin to do the same for my cock.

I’m pretty good at eating pussy, and hers is absolutely delicious. She was talented as well, and despite the fact that we both clearly enjoyed giving and receiving these oral pleasures, it soon came time for the main attraction.

I rolled her over again, on her back. I mounted her, my rigid cock resting against her slit as I stroked her sexy hair out of her face. Those big, gorgeous, innocent eyes looked up at mine and she said, very quietly, “go slow”. I understood...she was about to have a thicker, longer cock inside her than she was accustomed to, and she wanted to be sure she was ready. I smiled, and nodded, and she smiled back at me and began subtly moving her hips up and down beneath me.

This was going to be good. I didn’t fault her for expressing her reservations, and now I knew that despite them, this girl was ready to fuck. I spread her legs, my arms hooking her knees, and she grasped me to guide me in. Her husband asked “are you okay?”, but his timing was off. Just as he spoke, I pressed forward and entered his wife, and her first moan drowned out his question. I slowly worked back and forth, just a little deeper with each stroke, and I watched as those big pretty eyes widened.

“So deep” she whispered to me, when I still had two inches to go. I could tell she was ready, and on my next thrust I buried myself inside her to the root, and I watched those pretty eyes roll back in her head as she moaned a guttural “fuuuuuuck me”. Time to really get to it.

Back and forth, long strokes, her feet on my shoulders now and her head rolling side to side. She was made to fuck, and her trepidation about cock size was long forgotten by us both. The intensity of her orgasms was almost overwhelming, as she writhed and bucked with me, thrust for thrust. Finally, I could hold back no longer and with my final thrust I ejaculated deep inside this pretty girl, this married woman, filling her as her silent husband hovered out of sight and out of mind, on the periphery of our consciousness.