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Behind Her Back

Erica was one of Baby’s best friend who I have met a few times when they were out having meals and she helped me out when I wanted to surprise Baby too. But this time, she Whatsapped me on her own with a confession that she liked me, even though she was attached.

We met up at the Subway of City Square Mall and the familiar sight of her in a black dress with a cardigan over her shoulders did not help when I imagined what she had asked me out for. We settled for a quick meal and she led me to a hotel nearby, almost checking into a room before I stopped her.

Me: ‘What are we doing? You know Baby will get angry if she finds out right?’
Erica: ‘Just don’t tell her?’
Me: ‘What happened to you?’
Erica: ‘I don’t know how to put it. The three of us (the girls’ clique had three person) once spoke about sex with our boyfriends, and the way Baby describe how you two did it turns me on so much. I want to feel it for myself.’
Me: ‘You’re attached right? You can ask him to do it for you.’
Erica: ‘No he can’t. He.. he is quite violent when it comes to that. He just wants to shoot.’

I sighed loudly as she went to the front desk, paying for the room and returning to me with the card key. Since she decided that she wanted to do it, how could I reject the demure looking girl whom I’ve never imagined to do such things like cheating on her boyfriend. I was a jerk too, being with someone behind my girl.

We went into the room and she began peeling her cardigan off, unzipping her dress while I sat in a confused state on the bed. She climbed over my lap and pushed me down on the bed, whispering sweetly to calm my messed up thoughts, and that nothing would happen. Yeah, how could nothing happen when her face was telling me she wanted to be fucked.

I did not move after that and let her pull my jeans off, and followed her request to lie towards the center of the bed. My shirt and underwear was still on just like her bra and panties, but I reckoned it wouldn’t take long before they were gone. Erica then tugged my underwear down to let my semi-hard, contemplating dick out and stroked it while lying on my thigh.

Her eyes kept looking at it as it grew in her hand, oozing a drop of pre-cum right on its tip.

Me: ‘Are you sure?’
Erica: ‘Yes.’

She pushed her tongue out to wet her lips before taking my dick into them, darting her tongue around till I was fully erected. Her head then moved directly above my groin and lowered over my shaft, sending my dick into a warm haven that totally blew my mind. Was she so good in giving blowjobs?

The next few minutes was filled with groans as she slurped naughtily on it, driving me crazy and was dying to get it inside her.

Me: ‘Why are you so good in it?’
Erica: ‘My boyfriend taught me.’

Fuck, was he a lucky guy or she an unlucky girl? I lifted her head away after she choked once and brought her into my arms, where I hugged her while thinking about what she had to go through to be so good with her mouth.

Sex was no longer on my mind but the fact that this decent (or used to be) girl had been transformed into such a.. skilled lady, was bothering me. Despite her hand that kept stroking on my dick, I did not let my hormones take control and kept her motionless in my arms.

Erica: ‘You don’t want it?’
Me: ‘I just want to hug you now.’

I heard a sigh from her and she freed my dick, tucking herself by my ribs as her face buried into my chest. Turning towards her, I planted a kiss on her forehead and took in a whiff of her scent. It was the first time I smelled her this close and in my mind was images of her being innocent and doubtless about the ongoings of the adult world.

At least that was how Baby described her to me when they were in secondary school.

Erica (whispering): ‘Is this why Baby loved you so much?’
Me: ‘Huh?’
Erica: ‘I can feel your love, even for someone you are not attached to. It feels so warm. I feel wanted for who I am.’

This time, I turned my body to face her and her head lying on my arm was staring straight at me. Now, I really felt like granting her a wish.

Rolling on top of her, she felt my dick poking at her panties and she pulled it aside for me. Not wanting to ruin the romantic ambience, I let my dick flick a few times along her pussy to get lubricated. All it took me was a few swipes, and I was on my way into her. Inches by inches, there was no rush to get it inside her. I wanted to show her the difference between sex and love making. ‘Love’ was all she deserved anyway.

We took about a minute to get me inside of her, and her legs that went around my waist told me I did a great job. I could almost see the hot air coming from her mouth as my hips started moving, dipping the long stick into her moist, wet hole.

Erica: ‘Is this how love feels like?’

Her hands had gone to her bra to squeeze them while the bed jerked to our slamming bodies. Somehow, my mind was more keen on giving her a taste of an orgasm derived from love making instead of sex, extending the duration from my usual eight minutes climax. For the next ten minutes, she was thrashing her body wildly from sides to sides as I continued to drill my cock deeper, till her body started shaking and squirting a few shots of watery liquid over herself.

Erica (panting): ‘It’s so crazy. I like it.’

She then backed away from me and patted on the bed for me to lie on. Putting my legs together, she mounted over my dick and let her pussy slam straight down, jolting a body awake. Leaning on my chest, her head was next to my neck and planting kisses.

Erica (whispering): ‘Let me try making love to you too.’

Rocking her body along my abs, or rather tummy, my dick was treated to a tight pussy swallowing and spitting it. I could almost feel my rod fully exiting before she rode back down, all the way to my balls.

Erica: ‘Nice?’
Me: ‘Super.’

After realising none of us could cum in this position, she turned herself to reverse cowgirl and picked her body up into doggie. Waiting silently for me, I did not waste too much time and sank my dick right in, pounding from her rear till her boobs were on the bed, groaning to the deep thrusts I was delivering.

Erica: ‘Let’s try cumming together?’
Me: ‘I don’t think I can last that long.’

She brought one of her hands between her legs and massaged her clit while I rammed her harder. In under three minutes, I was blurting out the word ‘cumming’ while she was grinding me. At the moment of desperation, I let my body slump downwards to let my exploding cock out of her, firing into the open air and some of it landed on her butt cheeks.

Lying sideways and looking at me, the afterglow on her face was priceless when coupled with a smile. Soon, her bra was removed and we went back into each other’s arms, kissing and letting our tongues keep each other horny.

Erica: ‘Why didn’t you shoot inside me?’
Me: ‘It can get you pregnant. Does your boyfriend do that all the time?’
Erica: ‘Just sometimes. If not he will shoot in my mouth.’
Me: ‘Poor thing.’
Erica: ‘See.’

She showed the chatroom between her boyfriend and her, with a message ‘Let’s break up’. Dumbfounded by her actions, I bombarded her with questions to ensure I wasn’t the cause of it. All she said was that he was just fucking her instead of loving her. And what I’ve shown her, cleared her doubts about how she should be treated.

In one way, I changed her life. But in exchange, I have intertwined hers with mine, meeting up almost twice a week in the same hotel, to renew our love for each other without Baby’s knowledge.

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Blissful Husband

To avoid waking her husband, Winfred, up, Kylee moved slowly to his morning wood that was standing up right among the messy bedsheets. Licking her lips, she was ready to wake her dutiful husband up in the sexiest manner any guys could imagine. Starting off with a kiss, she let her saliva leak out of her pouted lips down his shaft and went on to take his dick as her lips parted. Sliding down in one stroke, the warmth at the base of his dick woke him up and he was greeted with the sight of his wife sucking on his rod, bouncing her head up and down to get blood flowing to every part of his body.

Winfred: ‘Babe, I’m awake now.’

She ended the short blowjob by pulling away slowly, keeping her tongue pasted on the base of his shaft as it slid out of her mouth. He walked into the shower and she followed closely behind, impatient to wash her husband clean for work. Winfred started the tap and aimed the nozzle of warm water at their bodies while she collected the body foam from the bottle. Rubbing her hands together to lather the soap, she spread them over his body while he did the task to clean her up as well. Trailing her hands down his muscular body, she couldn’t wait to land her hands on the stiff cock that was looking at her.

Carefully, she wrapped her foamy fingers around his dick and began jerking, watching Winfred’s face closely to see how much he was enjoying it. The silent gasps of his mouth was making her smile and she proceed to rinse the soap off his body, especially the part she got all her orgasms from.

Squatting in front of his feet, she held his thighs for balance and took his dick into her mouth once again, thrusting her face towards his groin. The bulky man just held onto the walls as his mind went blank from the pleasurable oral sex. The hardworking lady went non-stop to take his dick deep down her throat, and he was about to cum if she continued.

Winfred: ‘You can stop now. Let’s have breakfast.’

She went into the kitchen to prepare his first meal of the day and he got dressed, taking ten minutes before his socks went over his feet. Walking into his naked wife lying on the wooden dining table, she quickly picked up the toast, sausages and poured the scrambled eggs onto her stomach, prepared to let her husband eat them off her.

Winfred unzipped his pants to whip his cock out and stuck it into her wet pussy (since the moment she woke up to suck him awake) and bent over to eat the food without the use of any utensils. Half eating and half fucking, he devoured the food quickly before pushing all the plates aside, for her to bend over for him.

He plunged his cock right into her before she got on the table and continued ramming while she picked up the leftover sausages he could not finish. Jerking the table non-stop, her body slid against the smooth surface, forcing her to put one of her legs on the table top.

Winfred: ‘I can feel you cumming soon.’

Kylee: ‘Oh yes, fuck me harder.’

And so he went, going so fast till the table was shifted out of place. The overwhelming pressure on his dick triggered his load after a few minutes and he cummed right into her, filling her womb up with the milky warm juice she could not get enough of. As soon as he was done, he stepped away from her to get some air over his hot rod.

Instead, she backed her body at the same time and fell together onto the chair, where his dick went right back into her vagina.

Winfred: ‘I have to go to work now.’

Kylee: ‘I know. Let me clean you up.’

She went under the table to lick any fluids up from his dick and helped him zip his pants. Giving each other a tight hug, they made out for a few seconds before she ran to the cabinet where he kept her chastity belt. Once he collected the keys from her, he left the house to a waving girl who was naked and standing at the doorstep.

Just like how the previous story went, would you guys want such a wife? Ladies, how would you treat your hardworking other half knowing he worked hard to feed the family? I hope you guys enjoyed the two opposite parts of the story.

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Blissful Wife

Winfred’s smart watch vibrated at exactly 5.30am, waking him gently from a tiring night he had the previous day. He disappeared under the blanket and placed his chin on his wife’s thighs, waiting for her to open her legs. Kylee gave him what he wanted and he planted his tongue on her slit, sliding up and down to wet the dry pussy that had its folds of meat protruding slightly. His fingers went to part the flaps so he could get to her clit, and worked tirelessly on it to get it erected. The moans from his wife was getting louder and she was moving her hands across her face, to wake her drowsy eyes.

The faithful man kept licking her till he felt her body tremble and a bit of juice came to lubricate his lips. Was his job done?

Kylee: ‘I’m awake.’

He got off the bed by gliding his body downwards and went to the bathroom, rinsing his body and soaping himself while his wife stripped for the morning shower. Once Kylee joined him under the showerhead, two pumps of Dove soap was placed in his hands and he proceeded to lather her up, cleaning from her neck down to her boobs, massaging her breasts by squeezing his hands over them. Next was her belly, and then her pussy, where he ran his fingers along her slit to make sure it was fresh and cleaned of any bodily fluid.

Kylee washed her own hair and let Winfred took care of her body, finally completing the ritual when he flushed the foam off her. He stepped out of the bathroom first to pick up the lingerie that she prepared on the bed and waited for her to exit the bath. Holding her bra ready for her, she slipped a white blouse on and left her bottoms exposed till the moment she had to leave house.

Kylee: ‘I can wear the stockings myself. Go prepare breakfast.’

Winfred: ‘Okay.’

He disappeared into the kitchen as she continued putting her make up at the dressing table, sending whiffs of eggs and bacon to her nose. When she went into the dining table, he was sitting on her seat, naked and legs apart. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary since they had all their windows blocked with curtains, and she would want a good meal to start her day.

Slowly lowering her pussy over his dick, a groan escaped as he went into her, parking at her deepest spot. Kylee munched her breakfast down as he gave her a breast massage to keep her boobs in shape, stopping only when the sausage was gone from the plate.

Kylee: ‘I’m done.’

She went back into the bedroom with him behind and laid on the bed. Winfred handed her a wet tissue and positioned her lipstick next to her head, for her to use after cleaning her mouth. He raised her legs into mid air and kneeled on the bed, right below her pussy. Knowing what he needed to do, he sent his dick into her pussy and began thrusting, to the sounds she was making as pleasure came to sober her up.

While he was pumping away, his wife was busy typing on her phone, readying her schedule for the first day of the week. After five minutes, she called out to him to stop and lie down on the bed. They swapped to the cowgirl position but she had no intention to do the work. Afterall, she was about to go to work and every bit of her energy must be saved.

On top of him, she kept her pussy above his hips and let him thrust upwards to continue satisfying her lust, with his morning wood that was still standing strong. The career woman was still on her phone and she was soon distracted by the orgasm that was coming.

Kylee: ‘I’m going to cum. Go faster.’

Jerking his hips was easy, and he could go faster too. Ramming upwards, her pussy tightened and juices leaked over his pounding dick, until she fell forward, pushing against his chest to prevent dirtying her shirt with his sweat. As usual, she let his dick out and aligned it towards his belly button. She then lifted herself to place her pussy on top of his shaft, sliding gently up and down his manhood. ‘Rose-lip’ as we know it, it was the act of non-penetrative intercourse that made use of the flesh outside of a woman’s genital to rub against a dick until he came.

The area under his shaft was especially sensitive and Winfred did not take long to squirt the streams of streaky cum onto his own body. After he got his treat, Kylee went to put her panties and a short floral shorts on, while he washed himself clean.

Kylee: ‘You know what to do.’

He picked up the chastity penis hood from the dressing table and locked his dick in an awkward curve, handing the keys to his wife.

Kylee: ‘I’ll be back at 6pm.’

Winfred: ‘I’ll be cooking a new dish tonight for the two of us.’

She did not reply his offer and went to the shoerack, letting him hold her heels while she slipped them on. A short kiss was exchanged and she left for work, leaving Winfred to do the dishes and tidy the house.

By now, you guys should have known what lifestyle the couple was having. He was the ‘wife’ and she was the capable breadwinner, who had no qualms about making money for them to spend. All he needed to do was to make sure she was well taken care of, in anyway she wants. Does he feel lucky? I guess he would be feeling whatever you guys would if you were in his shoes.

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Perfect Hideout

Carlie was in the toilet when Marcel walked into her, still on his phone with his business partners. He was a successful 28 year old who bought a studio apartment at The Sail, where he kept his Russian girlfriend of 20 years old who was an executive of her own clothing company. She wrapped her hand around his dick as he stood before her, and took it into her pink glossy lips, sucking on the 8 inches of candy cane. While Marcel tried to end the call, it wasn’t as easy as there was something serious to be settled before the trading started.

About five minutes later, the line was dropped once he made the necessary arrangement, and they left the toilet with him carrying her in his arms. Dropping the small bodied girl on the sofa, the TV came on automatically and a scene of a guy doing a girl came on screen. Carlie laid on his lap still with his dick in her mouth, wetted from her saliva her lips was spreading all over his shaft. As you guys could imagine, it was the perfect lifestyle all of us imagined to have.

Marcel: ‘Let me lie down for a while.’

She excused herself to let him lie on the Italian built leather couch and climbed over him in 69, returning to work her mouth over his manhood. His tongue was out as well, swiping along her hidden slit that seemed so young and delicious. Slurping on her clit, she was soon releasing juices to lubricate her pussy for his use. He ended her blowjob after some time and made her sit on him, watching every inches disappear into her hips that was wide opened for him.

The ride began shortly and gentle moans were escaping from her, while his dick rubbed along her vaginal walls in an increasing pace. Her breasts were not left ignored though, they had his hands over them and kneading them like soft dough, pinching her pinkish nipples occasionally to tighten her pussy.

Marcel: ‘Come, your turn to lie down.’

She waited for his legs to spread and sat on the couch, before falling on her back. Marcel raised her legs high and kept her knees together, almost touching her chest as he stuck his rod back into her ever-succulent looking slit. Having been with her for close to two months, he was used to her body and nothing was too tough for him to handle. A click on the universal remote drew the blinds and the TV went blank, swapping the mood for a sensual one with music playing through the overhead 8.1 surround speakers.

At a steady tempo, he plunged his dick over and over again into the fair skinned lady, admiring her face that was blushing with lust. The short, white silk nightdress did not interfere with their intercourse and his eyes closed slowly as pleasure lightly filled his mind up like a simmering pot of water. Carlie definitely knew how to please a man although she was young, Marcel had been training her throughout their cohabitation.

Carlie: ‘Can I flip over?’
Marcel: ‘Sure.’

She rolled in the narrow space of the sofa and brought her ass down on his dick, without him doing any work. The sex-hungry girl then slammed her pussy down onto his dick and did the job of fucking herself in doggie, though slightly too hard for Marcel’s liking. Something else was on his mind then and he did not stop her, letting her go on till she climaxed. Once she had her fun, Marcel’s iPad beeped the alarm for a meeting that was about to commence an hour later.

He straightened his body and held Carlie’s waist firmly, sending his dick deep into her mind. The loud shrill she gave off was negligible in their private apartment and he was picking up speed quickly. Burying his dick at her deepest spot, her body was shaking uncontrollably from the orgasms that came waves after waves. Marcel pushed her ass together to squeeze his dick further, and the oncoming urge was building up like a bomb on a timer.

Marcel: ‘Ready?’
Carlie: ‘Yes.’

He brought his dick outwards as he thrust, changing to a ‘dick-head fuck’ to get the most out of the sex that was ending. As his balls tightened between his legs, he kept his shallow dips going till his mind was overwhelmed with pleasure, driving his dick all the way into her womb as the first wave of cum fired through his pee-hole. For the rest of the ejaculation, he made sure it all went into her and Carlie took over the controls to grind him dry of every drop. They would always have at least one creampie a day and it felt so intense and satisfying no matter how often he did it.

Marcel: ‘I’m done. Help me prepare for work.’

She got off the sofa first and went to the bathroom, started the heater and went back to Marcel, who was waiting with his legs apart. She went down to suck him clean before leading him into the tub, where she lathered and rinsed him clean, especially the part where she got her orgasms from. Still hard, he did not need anymore relieve and let her dry and clothed him.

Exchanging a minute long kiss at the door, he was smelling fresh and looking smart for the meeting he was going for.

Carlie: ‘I’ll be cooking tonight. See you hun.’

He left her alone for work, and the rest of the day passed without any desires to bother him. Isn’t that how we wished things were? To have a girl who would take care of all our (men) needs so we could focus at work? When Marcel returned home, Carlie went up to him naked for a hug and began undoing his pants, going down on him while she fingered herself. Dinner was ready, and he just needed to give her the appetiser before he was allowed to eat.

Wow, coming home to a horny girl and greeted with a blowjob. I assume his morning alarms must be, blowjobs too. How I wish it was me.

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Quick Question

Girl: ‘Hey, can I ask you something?’
Me: ‘Yeah?’
Girl: ‘If guys shoot on a girl’s vagina, will she get pregnant?’
Me: ‘It’s possible if the semen gets inside.’
Girl: ‘See! I told you!’

She said out loudly to the shocked girl who was in disbelief, confused at the fact that she had been wrong all along. They turned their bodies to face each other and continued their small talks, oblivious to my existence. Anyway, it wasn’t like I knew them. After the two girls hugged each other farewell, one of them who was the ‘worried’ one walked willingly around the corner, out of my sight. A minute later, she appeared again and headed for me this time, with her hands shivering.

Girl: ‘What if I wash it away immediately?’
Me: ‘Did you? Or did you just wear your panties back?’

Covering her mouth, my rhetorical question actually hit the right spot.

Girl: ‘How did you know?’
Me: ‘I think it is a turn on to wear a sperm-filled panties.’
Girl: ‘Shit.. ‘
Me: ‘Did you miss your period?’
Girl: ‘The incident happened a day after my period ends.’

Thinking it must still be within the ‘safe’ period, I assured her that nothing bad will happen and she sat beside me, while I continued writing the essay due for the next day. The moment she wriggled her butt a few times on the chair, I knew something was bothering her, and it had to be related to what we just spoke about.

Me: ‘Wishing your panties to be soaked with some man juice?’
Girl: ‘You can tell?’
Me: ‘You seem uncomfortable.’
Girl: ‘I.. I don’t know.’
Me: ‘Let’s go somewhere to fix your problem.’

Now, any normal girl would have ran away or given me a slap, but she was different. As though her mind was not hers to control, it was easy to get her to listen to me. We went up the block where she lived and stopped right at the highest floor, in the end of the long corridor, where a unit was locked in chains. She stood at the railings looking over the main road and I went behind her, raising her zigzag dress so her bum was exposed.

I did her a favour by pulling her undies down to her thighs, only to see a sticky strain linked to her pussy. Was she that wet already? I didn’t just jump onto her but went beside her, staring at the passing cars.

Me: ‘When did you get so wet?’
Girl: ‘When my friend approached you?’
Me: ‘I see.’

Well, that was what I wanted to hear from her. I returned behind her and dragged her a step back, before bending her body back onto the rails. She opened her legs automatically, as if inviting me to do my job. Knowing anyone could just walk in on us, I hastily lowered my shorts and retrieved my dick from the quick-access hole. In I went, to the depth of the stranger who was a nymphomanic. I took a few seconds to enjoy her body squeezing my rod excitedly, and proceeded to fuck her fast and furious.

Girl: ‘I’m not too tight for you?’
Me: ‘It’s alright for me. Why?’
Girl: ‘My boyfriend cannot go as fast as you.’
Me: ‘Then it’s a treat for you.’

I pounded her harder than ever to let her head fling backwards, hands holding onto the ledge tightly. Her pussy was contracting fast and it was overwhelming the nerves on my dick. Soon, she started trembling and a steady jet of fluid shot onto the wall. Lasting for almost a minute, she got so unbelievably tight that I could not go on anymore. The end just hit me so suddenly.

Me: ‘I can’t take it anymore.’
Girl: ‘It’s not safe to shoot into my panties right?’
Me: ‘Yeah.’

She turned around and squatted over the small drain where her juices were flowing towards the pipe. Her mouth went over my juicy-looking dick and slurped hungrily on it, shoving her head into my groin as though she wanted to kill me. Going non-stop, her lips relaxed and clamped as she tried to go deeper. My eyes shut themselves as my senses went numb, totally into the mind-blowing oral sex she was performing on me.

Me: ‘Cumming.. ‘

A ‘Mmm‘ came and she parked her lips right on my hood, where her tongue took over and circled around the tip till the first wave emptied into her mouth. She then sank her lips down my shaft and triggered the powerful second shot, shooting right into her upper jaws. Her tongue parked under my dick and glided gracefully as she milked every bit of my lifeforce, draining the energy in my knees at an alarming rate.

Me: ‘Stop stop.. ‘

No, she didn’t. She just kept sucking till I went limp, and my little one hiding under the foreskin did not deter her at all. After three minutes or so, she finally had enough and left me to recover. Leaning on her body against the wall, her arms were around me and face buried in my chest.

Girl (whispering): ‘It feels awesome. I feel so satisfied now.’

I hugged her tightly until she needed some fresh air. Seated at the steps of the chained door, she used my fingers masturbate herself to another orgasm. It was so discreet that no one would suspect even if they walked past. While I was checking the time on my phone, she snatched it from me and input her number, but left her name blank. I had seen the time and did not pursue her about her name, keeping it into my pocket once she was done.

About an hour later, it was time for her to go home and she landed a kiss on my cheek, giving me a squeeze over my pants.

Girl: ‘My name is Sarah. Thanks for the happy time today.’

She turned away and headed down the stairs, where I lost sight of her while waiting for the lift. Storing her name with her number, I sent her a message so she could get my number. A day after our little romp at the block, she was asking for it again, this time, in her house where her parents were out for work. Time to get busy!