Coming Home With A Creampie
Well, it’s been an avalanche of pleasure recently. Sophie and I met another couple a week ago and had a night of orgasmic fun. Two nights ago we meet a guy called Justin; he had sex with Sophie while I took photos and then I enjoyed sloppy seconds. (See the story called “After the races”).
Last night I enjoyed the pleasure of a “brought-home” creampie. Here’s how it happened. We went to a jazz night and it was a good atmosphere – lots of wine and good music. I could tell she was getting horny. I leaned over to her and said, “What do you think are your creampie chances tonight?”
“Very good, I suspect. There’s quite a few possibles,” she replied. She had already chatted to a few guys that night and heaps more were casting lustful glances her way. Sophie certainly looked the part, wearing tight fitting black pants and stilettos that accentuated her height. Her top was also reasonably tight and she was wearing no bra so her big tits bounced enticingly. Her blonde hair shimmered in the artificial lighting.
We left just after midnight with a couple of friends. They dropped me home and then went to find somewhere to party on. I went to bed with my mind racing about what might be going to happen. By some miracle I managed to doze off.
I awoke with a start at 3.30am as a taxi pulled up outside. I went to the window and saw Sophie getting out. I became hard immediately. I raced to the door and quietly opened it for her. She placed her bag down and slipped into my arms. “Do you want a creampie?” she whispered huskily into my ear.
“Yes,” was all I could say as I led her to the bedroom. Inside I lifted off her top and licked her nipples. It was very erotic knowing that someone else had been doing that a short time earlier.
“I’m such a slut,” she whispered as I fumbled to undo her pants.
“Who was it?”
“Justin again,” she said.
“How?” I asked, puzzled.
“We couldn’t find anywhere decent to go, so I texted him. He was still awake and the others dropped me off there,” she said.
With her pants off I ran my fingers over the front of her sexy white knickers.
They were soaked. I slipped them off and she lay on the bed and spread her legs.
I knelt between her legs and surveyed the scene. Her pussy was glistening with fluid. I leaned over and kissed her deeply.
“Your pussy is so wet,” I said.
“Enjoy it, honey,” she said and with that I knelt back between her legs. I ran my finger gently up her slit and onto her clit. It was so slippery and silky.
She began to moan. Every fold of her pussy was literally dripping – a potent mixture of pussy juice and cum. Justin had ejaculated in her about thirty minutes beforehand so his cum had turned clear, but there was still plenty of it. Sophie’s cunt was awash with seed.
I lowered my head and gently began to lick the fluid. It was oily with a salty tang and not at all unpleasant.
“It’s quite salty. I can definitely taste his cum,” I said, looking up.
“It’s all yours, honey. Clean me well,” she said and began to run her fingers through my hair as I resumed. Sophie’s pussy was exquisite and the clear remnants of Justin’s salty semen were intoxicating to both the nostrils and the taste buds.
My cock was throbbing with anticipation, so I leaned forward, rubbed the head up and down Sophie’s slit and then entered her. It was sensationally silky. The nerves in my cock were super sensitive to the beautiful mix of natural pussy lubricant and semen.
I could feel Sophie’s cunt milking my cock and try as I might I could not delay the inevitable. I slammed into her and spurted my load, adding to the semen already there.
“I love my slut wife,” I said as I collapsed onto Sophie.
“It was my pleasure,” she said and we drifted off to sl**p.
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