Fucking Georges Wife

It was a poker night at my mate George's and between glances at my cards, I couldn't stop thinking how gorgeous his wife Celia was. As I looked at my two aces and doubled the bet, she bent over my sho'ulder putting another beer beside me.

Her small firm tits brushed against me and made my nine-inch cock jump to attention.
I thanked her for the beer but her reply was drowned by her husband's sudden laughing declara­tion that I fancied her.

I turned bright red and all the other players turned and looked at me.
I was so embarrassed I felt like crawling under the table.
"Shut up," I said, feeling childish — and I took a half-hearted swing at him.
But George and everyone else stopped laughing when Celia said I was sweet.
"Maybe now that another man finds me attractive you'll pay a little more attention to me," she said to him.

I thought she was just ticking off her husband but she cradled my pug-ugly face in her hands and pressed her lips to mine. As our lips came togeth­er hers parted and her tongue fluttered over mine.

An hour later as the game ended, Celia asked if I'd come to the kitchen and help her clean up the evening's mess.

George chuckled as her fingers entwined with mine and she pulled me away.
We went in the kitchen and she quickly French-kissed me again.
"Meet me tomorrow, here, two o'clock," she breathed into my ear.
I left soon after, with an aching hard-on tucked up behind my belt.
At two on the dot and with George at work, Celia answered the door dressed in a clinging short dress that just barely cov­ered the tops of her stockings. My hard-on was back in an instant.

Stepping inside she closed the door and then to my surprise she pulled my hands aside, pressing her body to mine huskily whispering that she could see I was glad to see her. My mind swam with heady thoughts of sex as I held her tightly, kissing and fondling her. Before I realised it had happened I had picked her up and carried her to the bed where, in what seemed like a heartbeat, I stripped her of the dress.

She lay back with just a pale pink, lacy bra and bikini panties covering her stretching seductively as I undressed myself and sat on the edge of the bed.

Again I insisted I needed a shower but she just squeezed me tighter and then twisted on the bed until her face was inches from my throbbing cock.

I honestly thought I was going to have a heart against the tip of my cock. Her left hand was stroking my prick as her left caressed my balls. Rising to her knees she bent over me, taking even more of me into her mouth. She gave me a blow job. One of the best I have ever had.
Brushing her hair aside so that I could see her face better, she worked over my dick and I almost shot my load as her soft red lips met my bell-end. Not wanting me to become spent so early in the encounter, Celia's face turned and her twinkling eyes looked into mine and she said: "My turn now."

Then she pushed me on my back, climbed on my chest and inched her pelvis up to my face. I ripped her flimsy knickers off roughly and a ragged breath later, my face was buried in her snatch. My tongue lapped at Celia's moist-ness like a thirsty dog at a stream and I worked her clit for about ten minutes until my tongue ached.
"Make love to me, Mike," she moaned. "Do it like George never has."

I moved into position, and a heartbeat later her fingers guided me to the promised land.
As her legs parted and then entwined about me, my dick ever so slowly sank into her hot welcom­ing pussy.

I'd forgotten she was my best friend's wife as together we slowly began to move against each other. It wasn't until she screamed in ecstasy and her petite body trembled against mine that my testi­cles erupted. Like a vol­cano erupting, my cum exploded from my balls rushing into her like lava.

I still think of George as my best friend and still go to his house to play poker. I never win but I reck­on I'm on to a winner in the long-run.

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