Taking care of my best friend's husband
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It turns out my best friend "N" was going to have her second daughter, and since her mother couldn't come to babysit for her eldest daughter, she asked me to babysit for her for a day and a night until her mother arrived.
I arrived in the afternoon, picked her daughter up from school, and we went to her house.
At night, her husband, Mauro, arrived. He's not the prettiest guy, but he's a real jerk. He has a good body because he goes to the gym, but I never really liked him as a man.
That night we had a normal dinner, and when it got late, I took the baby to bed. After that, I took a shower and was about to sleep in the guest room when Mauro asked me if I wanted a beer. It was pretty hot, so I agreed.
We sat in the living room, both on the couch, in front of the TV, drank a beer, and talked about everything. I was wearing a short summer dress that I wore to bed, black panties, a thong, and no bra.
Since I had recently showered and my hair was wet, the dress got damp around my boobs, and my nipples were visible.
We were having a great time, chatting until the topic of sex came up.
That's when Mauro told me he hadn't had sex in three months due to my friend's pregnancy. He was so horny he couldn't stand it.
I jokingly asked him why he didn't jerk off, and he told me it wasn't the same, etc.
While we were chatting, his cock was showing, and he had put his hand on it over his pants.
At that point, he told me he was really horny and that he'd been staring at my boobs for an hour, at which I laughed.
He gets up and goes for more beer, and when he comes back, he throws himself on top of me, right there on the couch. I'm left with my legs spread, my pussy resting on his cock. I start to struggle with him because I think I'm in a bad way. However, he rubs his cock against my pussy and tells me he loves me and that I'm pretty. I don't say anything, just avoid his kisses.
I loved his movements, and while I'm telling him "no, Mauro," I pull down his pants and take his cock out. I push my thong aside and stick it in me. I'm dripping wet. He starts fucking me like crazy, thrusting hard and muffling my gasps with his kisses. He pulls one of my tits out of my dress and squeezes it. It was about 5 minutes, but it was intense sex. He thrust all the way into me until he spilled his load inside me, and I reached orgasm too. He literally filled me up.
I told him it was awesome and went to sleep.
I took off my dress and went to sleep. What a great fuck I'd had, haha.
In the middle of the night, I was woken up by kisses on my back. It was Mauro again, completely naked and with his cock rock hard. Face down, he made me stop and fucked me hard again. I buried my head in the pillow, he made me cum like a bitch again, and he filled me with his cum again, haha.
The next day we got up early for breakfast. I had already changed to go back to my house; in theory, his mother-in-law would be home soon.
I was washing the coffee cups when I felt him start to put his cock against my ass. Without really thinking about it, I said, "Fuck me, Mauro, fuck me, I love having my ass fucked."
He took me to the master bedroom, put me on all fours, pulled down my panties, and started sucking my ass while I jerked off. He left my ass well lubricated and started penetrating me, slowly but steadily. Ufff, so good, my God. I'd already finished once with my hand while he was sucking my ass. I asked him to call me "Fabi, whore," and it really turned me on when he said that. He fucked me slowly, really deep, really deep until he filled my ass with his hot cum. Like that, on all fours, with his cock inside me, I jerked off again until I finished again. What a fuck, my God, hahaha.
We got dressed, and after a while my friend's mom arrived, and I came home all wrapped up.
The End
About the Creator
Real Erotic Stories
Most of the work I publish is based on testimonies and experiences of real people. If you wish, you can send me yours by email. For me, other people's experiences are very important. Rather than fantasy, I prefer to write about reality.




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