With an old friend of my wife

My partner's comments about an old friend put me on the right track. He told me that Belinda had recently separated. She had taken the plunge and looked for new relationships to fill the void and compensate for the disappointment of her breakup. This had led her to discover how much she was attracted to sex, oral sex in particular. She had discovered that she loved having her pussy eaten.

Teresa told me these things about her friend because she was sure that I would keep it a secret, as if it were a great confidence, that no one else would find out about her friend's libidinous behavior. My wife was right, I am a discreet and trustworthy man. I would not dream of divulging anyone's intimate details, especially if I found out about them through my wife.

It is also true that this information is very interesting and nothing prevents me from using it for my own benefit. Knowing that Belinda loves oral sex is very interesting and morbid for me .

I remember Belinda as a tall, slim woman with defined hips. She used to wear clothes that accentuated her narrow waist and prominent bottom. I always thought that behind that fragile-looking body there was a strong woman, who could not be satisfied with just anything. She took great care of her appearance, she wanted to feel beautiful and therefore, you had to know how to approach her so that she felt comfortable and motivated to show it.

Now that my wife says she is “back on the market” and is attracted to oral sex, I am sure she is taking great care to make sure that when she opens her legs her crotch is really appetizing. I can’t get that idea out of my head, I can imagine it and I am looking forward to trying it. I am convinced that she will love the experience. I am ready and eager to have her within reach of my mouth.

By chance, a few days later we met outside a department store. I invited her out for a drink and we went for a coffee together to remember the old days when we were students. After a very friendly conversation, I saw the opportunity to surprise her and thus observe her reaction to a very shameless invitation.

I took her hand in mine, and after giving her a kiss I put my tongue between her fingers, making a metaphor about what it would be like to do something similar between the legs. I wanted to see her reaction knowing that she was attracted to having sex with the mouth. The maneuver was very risky and the result at first was not good. She left without saying goodbye and I assumed that she had not liked my boldness at all. It slipped out, but that will not happen again.

A couple of days later, Teresa told me that she had found her friend again. She told me that Belinda was very interested in me, what I did, where I worked and other similar questions. At no point did she mention that we had seen each other and the incident in the cafeteria. I interpreted this as a message, she wanted to get back in touch with me. My tongue play between her fingers and the hickey on her knuckle had not been as unpleasant as I had initially thought.

That made me more interested and I started looking for her. I was eager to play with my tongue with her. I ran into her after work and we finally arranged a date. I noticed that Belinda was eager to have a good time with me, with her friend's partner; eating the forbidden fruit filled her with excitement. I didn't know if they had talked about me , although her interest seemed to indicate that they had. On the other hand, I was eager to practice my skills and above all, I wanted to check if Belinda had a pussy as delicate and sensitive as my horny mind imagined.

Belinda was initially reluctant, not daring to intrude into the life of her recently recovered friend. Finally she agreed to meet in one of those hotels that rent rooms by the hour. There privacy is guaranteed. We agreed that the commitment we made to each other was limited. If something didn't go well, we would leave immediately, with nothing to explain or reproach each other, which allowed us to schedule our meeting.

I am not an extraordinary man , but I am quite attractive. I am tall, with a toned body , I am not muscular but I have broad shoulders, strong arms and powerful hands. They say I have the hands of a handball player, when I was young I took part in canoe competitions and now when I go to the gym I usually get on the rowing machine. And despite everything, they remain soft and I handle them with delicacy when it comes to caressing.

. . .

In the bedroom, Belinda and I look at each other. We both know that we are there to have sex, that we are only united by the desire to experiment and have a moment of excitement and pleasure. We kiss and begin to undress. Belinda is wearing a pencil skirt and a white shirt blouse. She slowly unbuttons it to remain in black panties and a bra, wearing platform shoes that make her figure look slimmer . Medium breasts, a well-defined waist and slender legs… uhmmm just as I imagined.

As I undress, Belinda lies on the bed face up. She remains still… waiting. Her arms are crossed over her body as if she wanted to protect her chest. At the ankles she crosses her endless legs. I like to see her black panties, taut from her hips to her crotch, showing a bulge right on the mons pubis.

I approach her slowly, kiss her and run the back of my fingers over her panties, moving towards her navel and then down to her prominent hipbone… I go from one side to the other. I notice that she is a bit self-conscious … she is not the “man-eating woman” that Teresa described when talking about her. When I touch her belly I notice how it shrinks… she squeezes her legs together and suppresses a sigh.

― You are beautiful ... you are a very attractive woman... maybe you don't believe what I'm telling you, but I'm as nervous as I am impatient... it's my first time― I tell her in a slow and warm voice .

―Hahaha … don't tell me that… you make me laugh !... do you want to pass yourself off as an inexperienced young man?... hahaha― he laughs, I see that we're doing well― Come on… come here with your mommy … I'm going to cuddle her― he tells me smiling

―Relax…we're both going to enjoy it a lot…everything's going to go great― she tries to reassure me about what's going to happen―no one's going to find out― she adds, sure of herself .

She is so thin and her hips are so defined that there is a small gap between the edge of her panties and her lower belly... I slide my fingers through there, getting closer and closer to her sex.

―Oh , oh… careful! ― he moans as he feels the tip of my fingers approaching the bulging part of his crotch (I've already said that I have very big hands)

With both hands I grab the ends of the panties and pull them down. Belinda lifts her ass just enough so that I can get through and roll it up on itself, turning it into a mass of fabric.

― Uhmmm , what a treasure we have here! ― I say, touching the triangle between her legs with my fingertips. It is perfectly shaved, and with her legs pressed together , only a soft bulge that is the prelude to her sex is visible.

Seeing my hands so close to her vulva she says to me:

―Manuel…I want you to take good care of me…very, very much…I trust you and I know that you are going to treat me with great care― he tells me in a whisper― doubting that my hands know how to behave when caressing his most intimate part.

"Relax... I'll be as soft as silk," I announce as I slowly separate her legs, showing off my tenderness.

I want her to show me that delicious pussy that I'm dying to eat and that she wants to offer me so I can please it with my mouth. I kiss her from her belly button to her hip. I love kissing her belly, swirling my tongue around her belly button. Belinda contracts her stomach and makes my face embedded in her belly. She holds her breath while I run my tongue along her skin and then lets go. She contracts her stomach again while I start to touch her crotch. I make my mouth slowly descend to her groin , there I stick out my tongue and run along the line where the leg joins.

I keep her distracted with these tricks so that my hand can slowly separate her legs. I position myself between her legs, lift them up on my forearms and contemplate the wonder she has between her legs.

― Wow , what a great pussy you have! ― I say this when I see her magnificent vulva.

I was expecting to find a thin slit with thin, tight lips that jealously guard a delicate pearl. A vulva in keeping with a very slender body without too much flesh. To my complete surprise, it is a pussy made up of two generously sized labia majora and labia minora that emerge from the inside looking like a frilly dress. They enclose a little hood shaped like a squid, but instead of tentacles, a pink head can be seen.

―My God! ... How wonderful!... You can be proud, you have a delicious pussy ― I tell her, still in the surprise that seeing her vulva for the first time has caused me.

"Do you think so?" he asks, showing some modesty.

―Absolutely…I'm dying to try it…I want to know what it tastes like, to smell what it smells like, and to let my mouth and tongue get moist with its juices.

I love eating my wife's pussy, she has taught me how to do it, to get the most out of oral sex. Looking at Belinda's pussy I have to admit that her pussy is dwarfed. The richness of nuances and corners of the pussy in front of me is incomparable.

―Get down here… like this with the sleeping pillow under your hips,― I tell her to get into a more comfortable position. I make her raise her legs, bending them a little. She's like a little frog on her back… with her pussy ready for a greedy guy like me to give it a good going over.

I put my left hand on her belly, massaging it by squeezing and releasing the pressure on the skin. Belinda reacts to the feeling of my heavy hand on her belly, making it rise and fall as if it had a bellows inside. I press down with my hand.

― Ooooohhhhh …― she moans as if feeling the pressure of my hand on her belly releases something inside her.

I squeeze and release several times. I put my middle finger in her vagina… and I get the same result… deep moans of pleasure as I feel the pressure of my hand on her belly. While I press with one hand, with the other I caress her lips. Again, I put my finger deep inside, I press upwards and make the pressures of my hand on her belly and my finger in her vagina communicate.

― Ooooohhhhh …― she moans again, feeling the whiplash of her orgasm.

I really like sucking on her labia, which are swirled around her clitoris. What Belinda appreciates most is when I press my thumb against the hood of her clitoris so that the skin is pulled back and that round, shiny pearl appears. The licks I give her are tormenting, sometimes slowly and with a flat, wide tongue, other times with quick strokes.

With the tips of my fingers I rub over her lips, her groin and her mound. My drool and her juices form an ideal mixture to lubricate her skin. My middle finger slips between her lips and enters her vagina, I push hard and simultaneously squeeze her belly.

― Ohhhh , ohhhh, what a scoundrel you are!... Where did you learn these things?... You drive me crazy! She moans, shaking on the bed, careful not to move even the slightest bit away from my face.

That reminds me of what Teresa warned me about her old friend: What a slut she must be, she's sure to pick up her friends' partners! Be careful... don't let her get close to you... you are mine and only mine.

Her words echo in my head threateningly … What am I going to do? I'm drunk on her pussy juice and I can't stop. To gain some time and catch my breath, my fingers also come into action. I like to play around when the vulva is like this. I like to take juices from here and take them there, I dare to put my wet finger in the anus up to the first phalanx… I like to mess around, I know Teresa loves it when I do it and today I also want to reproduce it with her friend.

After a pause, with my breath back, I approach her pussy and blow a thin stream of air into it, as if I were whistling, but without making any noise. From bottom to top, parting her fleshy lips to enter deep inside and over her generous clitoris.

Belinda grabs my head with her hands and forces me to rub my entire face with her wet sex.

" Ohhhh , ohhhhh ," she screams desperately. " Ohhhh , ohhhhhh, " she repeats while rubbing her pussy with my mouth.

― Ohhhh , ohhhh ― she says while enjoying her orgasm

She fills my mouth with an immense explosion of juices, she wets my face, her juices drip down my chin and the strong taste of her pussy dulls all the taste buds on my tongue.

― Ohhhh , ohhhh … how delicious! How delicious!... it's delicious. Ohhhh , ohhhh … how delicious! ― he keeps repeating.

I lie down a little beside her to catch my breath and watch her pussy ooze nectar. Every now and then she feels an uncontrolled pang as a muffled aftershock of her orgasm while my hand follows her belly, going up and down each time with a slower cadence.

After a few moments of rest, she pushes me away from her crotch, stands up and goes to the bathroom jumping up and down because she is so happy. I lie down and wait for her to return for the second part. I am sure that when she returns she will know how to properly reward my effort and care. Thanks to my caresses I have given her a huge orgasm and I believe that she will compensate me by matching our desires.

After taking a quick shower, she comes back smiling, wrapped in a towel.

" Aren't you going to get dressed? We're running late. I have to meet some clients in less than thirty minutes," she says as she puts on her bra and then unravels her panties.

What a disappointment! All my expectations have gone down the drain. I look at my crotch and see my cock slowly shrinking. I won't make any more comments, the frustration is huge, the only thing that cheers me up is that before he leaves, he says to me:

―We have to meet another day … you are an extraordinary lover! I had a great time… you have managed to find my most sensitive spot.

"Wow, wow... you loved how I ate your beautiful pussy and as a reward you left me lying here," I reproached him.

―Don't take it so badly... I can't stay longer today ... I'll make it up to you next time... as long as you do as well as you did today― he answers me with a certain smugness.

I'm left alone...I have two alternatives: The first is to jerk off to her health, or rather remembering the huge pussy she has between her legs, or go home with my cock between my legs hoping that the tantrum will pass as soon as possible.

. . .

"You look bad, honey. Did something happen at work?" my partner, Teresa, asks when we get home.

"Nothing, nothing... just another day at the office with the same old problems," I lie, trying to put on a better face so he doesn't ask any more.

She is wearing a huge t-shirt that serves as a short dress, and she is barefoot. Looking at how her breasts move under the fabric, I deduce that she is almost naked. She has very nice legs , and when she moves, the curve of her buttocks begins to take shape. How hot she is!

I approach her from behind, hug her with the intention of holding her back, making her see that "I really want to" by pressing myself against her ass.

―Stop …stop!...what are you up to? Are you looking to relax by having sex?... Yes, right?― she says while trying to get away from my hug.

―Come on …please…do it for me… you know that I always try to please you…in everything that you like― I argue as a last resort so that she lets me vent with her.

day is completely ruined ... it couldn't have gone any worse.

Teresa turns around...she looks at me and staring me straight in the eyes she says:

―I have an alternative solution… it’s up to you … if it works for you, just say it― he tells me in a tone of: “Take it or leave it. It’s up to you and you have to do it quickly.”

" What 's it about ?" I asked expectantly.

"Let's go to bed and let me do my magic ," he winks at me and drags me behind him .

A couple of minutes later I'm lying naked on my back, Teresa sitting on my thighs with her knees resting on either side of my hips.

"Let's see what we can do to give my lord some peace and relaxation," she says as she begins to fondle my cock. It doesn't take long for it to react, it has the memory of this afternoon and now my partner knows perfectly well what to do to wake it up.

He jerks it off slowly, first with one hand, then the other, alternating between them as if it were a competition between them. When I'm really hard, he takes it with both hands, hugs it between his fingers and moves the skin up and down vigorously. A two-handed handjob ... how wonderful!

―Do you like it like this, my love?― she asks me without raising her head. Teresa is engrossed in the shaking she is giving me. She spits on the palm of her right hand and grabs it firmly, with decision and rhythm she pulls the skin down again and again, hitting the scrotum each time.

― Uhmmm …my mother… Uhmmm darling, how I adore you!― I manage to say between moans.

When I think I'm going to cum...when my body tenses up before the explosion...Teresa surrounds the bud with her left hand, squeezes it and twists it a little against what her right hand does, which keeps the trunk still.

"Do you like it?" he asks defiantly.

―You must already know that you are mine and only mine. Don't let any slut get close to you... you know what I mean, right?

―Yes, yes my love…I am yours and you can do whatever you want with me…but, please finish…finish now.

As if it were the agreed signal to start the race, Teresa starts to masturbate me as if there were no tomorrow. One hand, the other, both together… fast… slow and jumping… what a repertoire. I watch her do it and I enjoy it doubly, because of the stimulation it produces in my member and because of the satisfaction I get from seeing her so dedicated to the task.

I cum, Teresa makes the semen fall on my belly and chest. She didn't stop until she had gotten the last drop out. I had to make her see that she had to let go because I was too sensitive and her touches were starting to hurt.

"My man's milk is just for me," she says proudly and satisfied, dragging her fingers over my belly to collect my semen and take it to her mouth, licking the tips of her fingers.