Loading...I would like to tell you about how I recently celebrated my husband Alan’s fiftieth birthday, as it was a life changing occasion for the both of us. My name is Brigitte and I am forty eight years old. I have been married to Alan for well over 20 years now. We get on well and as the time has passed I have got to know the deep secret places where he keeps his dreams and fantasies.
Most people would say that I still have a reasonably good figure for my age, although I freely admit that my stomach is not as flat as it once was. Alan takes me for far too many meals out! I also think it helps my figure that I have never been blessed with children. My breasts are a 36 D cup, although they sag a little now compared to how they looked twenty years ago. I have larger than average nipples which when I get turned on are incredibly sensitive. This at times has caused me some embarrassment as they get very stiff and engorged when I am feeling horny, so if I start to become aroused at work or in public they tend to very noticeably stick out through my blouse. I have brown eyes and I regularly dye my hair a natural shade of blonde. Being a blonde suits me at the moment, but I am not sure how many more years I can get away with it. My hair is not too long and I have it cut and styled into the nape of my neck I trim my pussy a little to keep it neat and tidy but occasionally I will shave most of the hair off, especially if it is one of the nights that I really want to please Alan.
Both Alan and I work in good well paid professional jobs. I work three days a week as a personal assistant to a director of a local company. Alan works in the finance department of a large firm in the next town. We have a good house and a comfortable standard of living. Life is pretty good really. We live in a small village which sadly nowadays is mostly populated by faceless commuters. We are very friendly with the couple who live next door to us, although they are much younger than us — in fact they must be at least half our age. Darren and Tracy moved into the village a couple of years ago and we hit it off straight away. Darren owns his own fencing and garden supplies company and Tracy does some accounting and PR work for him on a part time basis.
Recently on one of my days off I was round at Tracy’s house sitting in her kitchen having a cup of coffee putting the world to rights and catching up on all the local gossip. We usually tend to meet up at one of homes when we have time off from work for a good natter away from our husbands. I certainly value the younger girl’s friendship. It seems that despite the gap in our ages we get on well and can talk about most things.
‘Are you doing anything special for Alan’s’ fiftieth birthday next week?’ Tracy asked me.
‘I wasn’t planning on going to a lot of trouble, I was going to cook him a nice meal then give him the pleasure of one of our ‘special evenings’ as his birthday treat.’
‘What on earth is a ‘special evening’? Tracy inquisitively asked me.
‘Oh its nothing really, it’s just something that I do for Alan now and again. I shouldn’t have really mentioned it’
‘Come on Brigitte spill the beans then, you can’t tease me like that by not telling me what Alan is going to get for his birthday. I want to know what a ‘special evening’ is. If it’s good I could try it on my Darren.’
‘No it’s nothing really’ I said a little sharply realizing that I should not have mentioned it in the first place, ‘it’s just something Alan and I do now and again. It’s really not that important and it’s sort of private.’
‘Come on you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone else. I want to know what this special private thing is that you do for Alan.’
‘I’m sure that you really don’t want to know.’ I nervously replied.
‘Please tell me. You can’t tease me like this by starting saying something and then not finishing it. Please.’ Tracy was almost pleading with me.
I knew by the tone of her voice that Tracy was inquisitive and would keep going on and on about it until I eventually had to give in and tell her what a ‘special evening’ was or she might let something slip and ask Alan himself. At this point I secretly wished that she hadn’t caught me off guard and I hadn’t mentioned anything about Alan’s special birthday present in the first place.
‘Ok, I should know you well enough by now so I will tell you. But you must promise me that you will not laugh and you must not tell anyone else.’ I said to Tracy quite sternly in an austere voice.
‘Alright Brigitte, if it’s that serious I’ll sign the official secrets act if it’s that important to you!’
‘I mean it Tracey; you must keep this to yourself. Alan would be really cross if he knew that I had been talking to you about our private things.’
Hesitantly at first I started to explain to Tracy the fantasy that Alan had developed over a long period of time about creampies. I told her that for a long while he has had fantasies about me fucking another man and getting my pussy being filled up with another person’s sticky sperm, and then being allowed to clean me up by licking it all out from deep inside of me. I went on to explain that now and again to feed this fantasy I would make up situations and role play that I had been with another man. I would do this by getting ready to go out, spending time to carefully apply my makeup and dress provocatively. Sometimes I would even tie him to our bed while I did so making him watch me get ready and asking his advice on what I should wear for my lover. When I was ready I would leave the bedroom. Sometimes I would go downstairs and enjoy a glass of wine while I watched a film on TV. Other times I would actually leave the house in the car and park up somewhere for a while and listen to a CD in the car to kill some time before coming home. This all added to the fantasy for Alan that I was actually out fucking another man while he waited for me alone in the bedroom to come back to him.
When I returned home I would role play with Alan that I had been fucked and that my pussy was messy with another mans sperm for him to clean up. I would tell him in detail how I had gone out to meet a lover who then fucked me. This really turned Alan on. Once I was telling him in detail how I had been sucking a long thick cock while at the same time I was gently stroking his nipples and he had got so turned on he had actually come without me even touching his cock! I would undress for him still telling him how horny I was and what a mess my pussy was in. Always I would get him to lick my pussy for me pretending that it was actually full of another person’s hot sticky sperm. This turned Alan on so much which meant that sex was always fantastic on these occasions. I would always come several times as his tongue lapped at my wet pussy before he made me come again when he entered me. Over the years I had become quite an expert at role playing and making up imaginary scenarios to tantalize Alan with telling him in detail all of the sexy things that I had allegedly been up to.
When I had finished explaining Tracy exclaimed ‘Wow you kinky couple.’
‘It’s not that kinky,’ I replied. ‘Its quite harmless and it really turns Alan on. I don’t know why he enjoys imagining I am fucking another person, and I don’t even pretend to understand why he likes to think he is eating up their sperm up afterwards as I know that he is not at all gay. It does make him happy though and every month or so I pretend that I have been with someone else just to please him.’
‘Well it’s certainly different.’ Tracy said.
‘I can think of far worse fetishes that he could have.’ I joked with her.
‘Have you ever done it for real?’ she said changing the tone of the conversation to a more serious note.
‘What do you mean,’ I replied.
‘You know, have you ever given him some real sperm in your pussy, or do you always just pretend.’
‘It’s only playing; I only pretend for him that my pussy is dirty and messy.’ I said to Tracy in a shocked manner. ‘I think that most of the time he gets off on imagining me doing things with another man while he is at home helpless to stop it. He enjoys the anticipation of waiting for me to come back to the bedroom and tell him in detail what I have been up to. While he is waiting for me he can let his imagination run riot’
‘Well if he gets off on you pretending imagine what he would be like if you actually did it and gave him a fresh gooey cream pie in your pussy for him to cleanup.’
‘I couldn’t do that.’ I told Tracy.
‘Why not?’ she said.
‘Because he’s never directly asked me to, and anyway I don’t know anyone who I could do that with safely. Any way it’s a totally different matter putting fantasies into reality, and if I actually did it Alan might not like it, then I would be in deep trouble’
‘I bet it would send him absolutely crazy if you actually did do it. If he likes you pretending that you have been with another man and telling him all about it, then I bet if you came home with a dirty sperm filled pussy he would be in heaven. I bet it’s really what he wants but he is too frightened of what your reaction would be if he asked you to do it for real’
I stared at Tracy. My friend was actually talking about me having a liaison with a real lover in order to feed my husband a proper creampie instead of pretending that I had. As I started to think about what she was saying I felt my nipples begin to stiffen and poke at the thin material of my blouse. Tracy must have noticed this as I saw her eyes stare at my chest before she embarrassingly looked away.
‘I couldn’t do that.’ I told her. ‘I wouldn’t have a clue about how to find and actually take a lover.’ I laughed out loud as I thought about it. ‘At my time of life, and in this day and age you can’t just go out and pick blokes up for casual sex.’
‘I don’t know what you mean about ‘your time of life.’ You are still a very attractive woman. If you were interested you wouldn’t have to look very far.’ She said.
‘What do you mean?’ I curiously asked.
‘Well if you were interested in fulfilling Alan’s fantasy for real you wouldn’t have to look very far for someone who was willing to do it.’
I looked perplexed at Tracy as I wasn’t sure exactly what she was getting at. ‘I don’t understand,’ I told her.
‘My Darren would willingly do it for you if you wanted him to.’
I looked at Tracy shocked at what she had just said. I wasn’t sure that I had heard her correctly. ‘What?’ I said.
‘You heard.’ Tracy said. ‘If you wanted a creampie my Darren would do it for you. He has always had a bit of a thing for sexy more mature ladies like you, and I know that he has fancied you for ages.’
‘You’re joking.’
‘No,’ Tracy said. ‘If you want Darren to fuck you he can fill you up with a creampie for you to take home to Alan for his birthday surprise.’
‘But what about you?’ I asked. ‘How would you feel about that? Wouldn’t you mind?’
‘I think that it would be really horny to watch Darren take you. I wouldn’t mind at all.’ Tracy told me. ‘I can be quite open minded sometimes and I know that Darren would only be doing it just for the sex with no emotional attachment involved, so no one would get hurt. In fact it would really turn me on to watch him doing ‘it’ with you.’
‘I can’t believe we are having this conversation.’ I told Tracy. ‘I only came round for coffee and a chat, and here you are offering your husband to me.’
‘Well think about it. I know my Darren would jump at the chance to fuck you, and it could be a fantastic birthday surprise for Alan. You could give Alan what he fantasizes about instead of pretending. Why don’t you go home and give it some thought and then get back to me tomorrow if you are interested and we can start making plans. If you don’t want to do it then we need never mention the subject again’
‘You’re serious about this aren’t you?’ I asked Tracy.
‘Of course I am.’ She told me. ‘I’m deadly serious.’
Shortly after our conversation I finished my coffee with Tracy, and as we couldn’t find much more to chat about I returned to my own home. My mind was in a whirl and I was still dumbstruck by what she had been saying. Would she really let her husband fuck me? Darren was really fit, young and good looking but did I want him to actually fuck me? What would Alan’s reaction be if I did give him a real creampie instead of just pretending? All of these thoughts were spinning round and round inside my head.
As I spent the rest of the afternoon preparing a meal for when Alan came home from work at about five thirty I couldn’t stop thinking about Tracy’s offer and the things that we had been talking about. It certainly massaged my ego to think that her young fit husband would find me attractive enough to want to fuck me. In all of my marriage I had been totally faithful to Alan, but thinking about Darren was starting to turn me on, I could feel my sensitive nipples begin to rub against my blouse. He was an attractive young man and I would imagine that fucking with him would be quite an experience. As I turned things over and over in my mind I started to rationalize the situation. The more I thought about it I started to justify to myself that if I was unfaithful with Darren then I would only be doing it for Alan, as I would be sharing my body with someone else for him in order to make a creampie for his pleasure. The more I thought about it the idea seemed more and more appealing and I felt that it could be the perfect present for Alan so that he would always remember his fiftieth birthday.
Just before Alan was due to arrive home from work I sent a text to Tracy. The message simply said ‘Want to do it. Arrange with Darren. See you tomorrow to plan. Bridge x x x.’ When Alan returned home from work and we were seated at the kitchen table enjoying the meal that I had prepared I casually mentioned to him about his forthcoming birthday. I told him that I didn’t really feel like going out to a restaurant for the evening, so I would stay at home and cook him a lovely meal instead. I told him that as it was a very special birthday as he would be reaching his half century afterwards I would pop out for a little while if he wanted to have a creamy desert. Alan knew what I meant and said that he would be looking forward to it.
The next day I quickly popped over to Tracy’s house. She was so excited. She told me that after I had texted her yesterday she explained the situation to Darren and told him that he was going to fuck me soon. Apparently he thought that it was a great idea and couldn’t wait for me to come round so that he could get his hands on me. We made plans that as it was Alan’s birthday that Friday I would cook him a celebration meal, then afterwards make him watch me get ready to go out so that we could play the game of me pretending to slip out to have a liaison with a lover. When I was ready I would leave our house and come round to see Darren who would fuck me. Afterwards I could then quickly return back to my own home with my fresh birthday present for Alan. Tracy asked me if I minded if she could stay in the bedroom and watch us together. I wasn’t that keen on having an audience looking at my naked body, especially as I was so much older than her, but as it was her husband I would be fucking I was not really in a position to refuse. After our chat Tracy said that Darren would be ready on Friday night and that she was looking forward to seeing me then.
On Friday after opening his birthday cards from friends and family Alan went off to work as usual, but promised to be as home as early as he could. I went shopping in town to the delicatessen for some fresh ingredients and spent a long time preparing a lovely romantic meal. Alan was true to his word and came home from work slightly earlier than usual. I poured him a glass of wine and we relaxed together while the meal I had made finished cooking in the kitchen. When it was ready we ate together in the dining room enjoying the good food that I had prepared washed down with a couple of glasses of expensive wine to mark the special birthday occasion. After our starter and main course I asked Alan if he would like to round off his meal with some desert. He answered me stating that he would love to have some desert. Seductively I asked him if he would like to accompany me upstairs so that I could get ready to go out and find him a fresh pie for him to enjoy for pudding.
Alan eagerly followed me upstairs to our bedroom where I asked him to remove his clothes and lay naked on our bed. I noticed that as he stepped out of his trousers and carefully placed them on the chair next to the bed his cock was already starting to stiffen. Alan has a nice cock, he is not circumcised and it is about six inches long. When Alan was lying naked on our bed I told him to wait there while I took a bath so that my body would be clean for my lover. I went to our en-suite bathroom and ran a nice hot bath with some sweet smelling aroma therapy oils scenting the water. I washed my body and spent sometime with my razor between my legs. I carefully removed all of the hair from around the lower part of my pussy and crinkly long love lips, leaving just a small tuft of fluffy hair on the fleshy mound above my clit. As I shaved myself I could feel the familiar tingling in my pussy and knew that I was starting to get wet. When I was done I got out of the bath, dried off and wrapped myself in my thick fluffy toweling robe. I came back into the bedroom and sat at my dressing table with my back to the bed. Alan was still lying in the middle of the bed just as I had told him to do. His cock was very hard.
While sitting at the dressing table I looked at myself in the mirror and started brushing my hair. I could see Alan watching me from the bed behind me as he was reflected in the large mirror. ‘What colour lipstick do you think that I should put on for my lover?’ I asked Alan.
‘The shiny red one always looks nice.’ He replied eagerly joining in with the sexy game.
I busied myself in front of the mirror brushing my hair and applying my makeup and glossy lipstick. When I had finished I got up and turned to face Alan.
‘What do you think?’ I asked him.
‘You look fabulous.’ He enthusiastically replied.
I walked over to my dresser and pulled the top lingerie draw open. As I did so I nonchalantly asked Alan what colour panties I should put on to go out and meet my lover.
‘The black ones.’ Alan replied. ‘Please wear the black ones for him.’
‘Do you think that he will like my pussy in those, or would I look sexier in my red ones?’ I teasingly replied.
‘No please wear the black ones.’
I picked out the black lacy panties from the drawer and also picked up the matching bra. I turned to face Alan on the bed and undid the belt to my robe and let it fall from my shoulders onto the floor. I stood with my legs fractionally apart. I watched as Alan blatantly looked me up and down feasting his eyes on my freshly shaved pussy. His cock was really hard now and was twitching slightly in time with his heart beat. ‘Do you like my pussy Alan? I think that my lover will like its smooth look don’t you.’
‘It looks lovely darling, I’m sure that he will appreciate it.’ Alan said in almost a whisper without taking his eyes away from the hairless patch of flesh between my legs.
Standing in front of Alan I slipped myself into the black lacy panties and clipped the matching bra behind my back. I ran my hands over the fabric smoothing it down making sure that the fit was perfect. I was very aware that my nipples were beginning to harden and were already straining against the soft silky fabric of my bra. ‘Should I wear a short skirt, or a knee length one?’ I asked him.
‘Wear your short one so that he can see you legs.’ Alan asked.
I picked out my short black skirt and placed it round my hips clipping it at the side. Then I slipped a white blouse over my shoulders and slowly did the buttons up at the front. The blouse had quite a low cut so as the black bra pushed my breasts upwards the soft valley of my cleavage was exposed for all to see. My look was now complete. My makeup was much brasher than I would normally wear, and my clothing was certainly not something that I would wear to work! You could clearly see my black bra underneath the low cut white blouse and my nipples were poking against the material like a couple of organ stops. ‘How do I look?’ I asked Alan.
‘Stunning, simply stunning.’ He devotedly replied.
‘Do you think that he will like me?’ I teasingly asked.
‘He would be a complete fool if he didn’t.’ was the honest reply.
Alan was still lying naked in the middle of our bed. His cock was really stiff and hard and was poking out lewdly from his belly. I leant over and gently kissed him on the cheek. As I did so he stared intently into my eyes. I moved down his body and took just the tip of his cock into my mouth giving it a gentle kiss for a few seconds. As I did this Alan let a moan escape from between his lips. ‘I’m going out for while now darling,’ I told him. ‘I will meet with my lover and hopefully you will still be awake when I return so that I can give you your birthday desert.’ I turned and walked out of our bedroom and down the stairs. I slammed the front door extra loudly as I left the house so that Alan knew that I wasn’t staying downstairs.
I stood by the porch outside of the house. The cold night air blew round my legs as the skirt that I was wearing barely covered them. In hindsight I wished that I had slipped on a pair of stockings for warmth. The coldness of the night seemed to make my nipples even harder. I took a few deep breaths as I thought to myself should I really be going through with this? Here I was with my husband naked upstairs in our bedroom while I was getting ready to pop next door to be serviced by my friends husband. Thinking of Darren made me shiver and I realized that it was now, or never as I walked down our drive to make my way to their front door.
I stepped up to Darren and Tracy’s front door, stood outside it for a moment while I teased my hair through my fingers and smoothed any creases out of my blouse; I then boldly rang the doorbell. It did not take long for Tracy to open the door and as she did so she nervously giggled and said ‘Hello Brigitte, Darren and I have been expecting you!’
I followed Tracy in to the front room. My feet sank into the plush carpet and the warmth enveloped me. Darren was sitting relaxing in an armchair. He stood up as I walked into the room. He looked me up and down taking in my wanton clothing, then politely said ‘Hi Brigitte, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight.’
‘Thanks.’ I meekly replied.
‘Do you want a drink, a snack, or any thing?’ Tracy assumed the role of hostess as she asked me.
The atmosphere in the room seemed to be tense and I realized that she was only trying to make polite conversation. I thought that there was no point in stalling matters by having a drink, and the longer that I left it I may change my mind. Bearing this in mind I simply said ‘no thanks Tracy, shall we just get straight on with it as Alan is waiting for me.’ As I uttered the words from my lips I listened to myself and it was as if it was not me that was talking, but another person.
‘Ok then, we all know why you are here’ Tracy said. ‘Shall we all go upstairs then?’
I nodded my head in reply to her and she walked to the door. Darren quickly followed her and I followed them both upstairs to their large master bedroom. Although I had been in their house many times in the past I had never had cause to visit their bedroom before. When we were in the bedroom Tracy casually sat herself down in an easy chair which was placed in the corner of their room. I don’t know whether this chair was always there or whether it has been specially placed there just for this occasion. Darren and I stood facing each other at the end of the bed not knowing quite what to do or say to each other. It was almost like we a couple of clumsy teenagers out on a first date with each other. I could feel Darren’s eyes burning into my chest as he stared at my hard nipples straining against the material of my blouse. I looked directly at him and assertively said ‘I want you Darren, please fuck me.’
My words seemed to galvanize Darren into action and he stepped forward and took me into his arms. His hands reached behind me and massaged my buttocks as he kissed me. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and he alternated between kissing me and gently biting the side of my neck. As we kissed I felt his cock pressing against my belly. He felt very hard. By now I had nearly forgotten that Tracy was in the same room watching us, as all of my focus was on the man who was at least half my age entwined my arms.
Darren was a good kisser but after a while I broke off from the kiss and dropped to my knees in front of him. I could see the shape of his erect cock straining against the thin material of his trousers. With ease I unfastened his thin expensive leather belt, undid his trouser buckle and let them slip to the floor. I quickly tugged his boxer shorts down and as I did so his cock sprang free from the confines of his clothing. Darren nonchalantly flicked the clothing away from his ankles with his feet and pulled his ‘T’ shirt off over his head. He now stood completely naked in front of me. His cock was bobbing in the air at the same height as my face, and it was rock hard. It looked as if Darren’s cock was a little longer than my husbands, and it was certainly much thicker. I moved forward and took the spongy head of his cock into my mouth. I had to open my lips wide for it to fit in. Darren’s hand stroked the hair on the top of my head as my lips and mouth enveloped his hardness. His cock seemed to throb in my mouth as I circled it with my lips. I could taste a pleasant salty taste as I swirled my tongue round the loose skin at the head. Gently I eased more of his length into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down on his length. Darren was gently thrusting his hips forward as his cock slid in and out of my mouth.
I was a little uncomfortable kneeling on the floor so after a while I broke off from sucking his cock and got up from my knees and stood up. I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it from my shoulders quickly followed by my bra. My breasts swung free as they were released from the black satin material. It did not take me long to unclip the short black skirt from my waist and then slip my black panties down so that I was completely naked like Darren. He held his hand out and I realized that he wanted me to give him my panties. I placed the damp material into his hand and was surprised when he threw them over to the chair where Tracy was sitting. I watched as Tracy caught them and I was astonished to see that she brought them up to her nose and inhaled deeply at the very moist gusset.
Now that I was naked Darren almost pushed me backwards onto their marital bed. He positioned himself on top of me and took one of my very hard nipples into his mouth. He then alternated between my nipples sucking and nibbling on them both until they were huge and purple in colour. My nipples had become really sensitive and his efforts were making my pussy very wet. I felt Darren suck and bite on my left breast and realized that he had got carried away and marked me with a large red love bite. I heard Darren say ‘you have fantastic tits; they are much bigger than Tracy’s. They would look out of this world if you had your nipples pierced.’
After caressing my breasts and nipples with his teeth and mouth Darren moved his body down the bed until his face was between my legs. I could feel his hot breath on the smooth flesh of my pussy. I felt him push my knees apart and I helped him by spreading my legs and raising them upwards. My very wet pussy was now wide open for him to look at. Suddenly I felt his tongue push in between my smooth pussy lips and probe deeply into my pink wet hole. He licked from the puckered little star of my asshole upwards towards my clit. It felt wonderful as I looked down my body between my breasts and saw the top of his head between my legs. His tongue rubbed up and down my wet slit and circled my stiff little clit. I used my own fingers to roll my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. The sensations between my legs were wonderful and I recognized the signs of an approaching orgasm.
I looked to the side and saw that Tracy was still sitting in the chair but had pulled her short mini skirt up around her waist. She did not appear to be wearing any panties and she was plunging two fingers deeply into her completely shaved and hairless pussy as she watched her husband eat me out. In her other hand she was holding my panties to her nose. Tracy lowered my knickers and gave me a big friendly smile as I looked over at her.
Darren was concentrating on licking my clit now. His tongue was rubbing all around it in a firm circular motion. He must have sensed by the way that I was clamping my thighs tightly round his head that I was close to approaching an orgasm. He increased the tempo and pressure of his tongue on my pussy and it was not long before I let out a long wail as a lovely orgasm washed over me. Darren gently flicked his tongue over my clit as I whimpered as I calmed down from my orgasm.
As I relaxed Darren moved up from between my open thighs. His lips, chin and mouth were all shiny from the juices that had leaked out from my pussy while he was tonguing me. He kissed me again and I could taste myself on him. This was a new experience for me as I had never let Alan kiss me after he had gone down on me as I didn’t think that I would enjoy tasting my own juices. But I enjoyed the slightly musky tangy flavour of my own pussy juices as I licked them from Darren’s lips. Below I felt Darren’s cock slide over my pussy lips. I moved my thighs apart to give him easier access to my pussy. I felt him change position slightly on top of me so that most of his weight was resting on his arms, he then thrust his cock forward and it slid deep inside me. I was so wet that his cock glided effortlessly deep inside me right to the hilt. It was wonderful to feel so full up. Darren’s cock was definitely bigger and thicker that Alan’s and I felt him stretching me inside.
I lifted my knees upwards and apart so that Darren could enter me really deeply. He responded with a few rapid deep thrusts as he continued to push all of his length deep inside me. I heard rude squelching noises as his cock spread my very juicy pussy lips apart. Darren started to build a rhythm with his thrusting. He was pulling his cock nearly all the way out of me then slamming it back in again. The sensations in my pussy were delicious. As Darren was on top of me thrusting into me I watched his facial expressions as he fucked me. His thrusting became quicker and suddenly his face screwed up and he groaned and I felt wave upon wave of wet hotness explode inside me as he came in my pussy. As he was ejaculating his sperm deep inside me I could hear Tracy urging him on and telling him to fill me up with his hot sperm. It was so horny listening to her talking to her husband like this.
I felt Darren’s cock start to go soft inside my pussy and he pulled himself out from me and lay down beside me on the bed. His cock was softening but it was very wet and shiny as it was covered with our combined milky juices. Tracy came over to the bed and gave me back my panties. ‘You had better slip these back on and go home to see Alan.’
I slipped the panties back on over my smooth messy pussy. I found my skirt and blouse on the floor where I had taken them off for Darren so I put them back on. I couldn’t find my bra so slipped my blouse on without it. I think that it must have got pushed under the bed or something. As I quickly dressed I glanced over to the bed and watched as Tracy lowered her mouth over Darren’s soft shiny cock. She was obviously tasting my juices on it and getting him hard again.
‘Could you see your self out Brigitte as I am a little busy?’ Tracy asked me before she lowered her mouth back down over Darren’s hardening cock.
‘Off course I will I’ll leave you to it, and thanks.’ I said.
‘Good luck with Alan, I hope that he enjoys his present. We’ll catch up with you tomorrow.’
I left the bedroom and came downstairs. I let my self out of Tracy’s house and started to make my way back to my own. As I walked I could feel the wetness between my legs as Darren’s sperm started to seep out from my pussy into the gusset of my panties and coat my inner thighs. As I approached our front door the realization of what I had done suddenly hit me. I had been fucked by my neighbour and now I was expecting to return to my husband with love bites on my breast and sperm oozing out from my pussy and I was expecting him to be pleased about it. What would happen if Alan saw me like this and didn’t like it? What if he didn’t want the creampie and called me a slut and left me? I was starting to wish that I hadn’t done it now. However there was no going back. I did think that I could sneak quietly back into the house and take a shower to clean myself up but Alan would wonder what I was doing. Anyway I think that he was going to notice the big love bite that Darren had put on my breast.
Composing myself I quietly opened our front door. I closed it behind me and took a few deep breaths to calm myself. I had come this far and had no choice but to see it to the end, however it turned out. I started to climb the stairs up to our bedroom to give Alan his birthday surprise creampie.
I opened our bedroom door and stood in the doorway. The only lights on were the two small reading lamps on top of the cabinets either side of the bed, so the room was quite dimly lit. I could see that Alan was still lying on the bed naked in the same position as when I had left earlier; his cock was half erect and rapidly getting harder as I looked at him. We did not speak for a moment just stared at each other from across the room. I knew that if Alan looked closely he would notice that my hair was a mess, my glossy lipstick was smudged and that I was no longer wearing my bra.
I walked over to the bed and was aware that Alan’s eyes had not left me since I appeared in the bedroom doorway. ‘Hello darling,’ I tried to say in a casual manner. ‘I have had a great time with my new lover and I have come home to give you your desert.’ Alan did not reply he just kept staring at me, so I stood by the side of the bed and undid my buttons and slipped the now creased blouse from my shoulders. Alan stared at my breasts taking in the stiffness of my nipples. He must have noticed the large love bite on my left breast that Darren had given me, yet he still made no comment. I was half expecting him to fly into a rage and question me as to what I had done. I looked down at Alan’s cock and saw that it was throbbing and fully stiff.
I moved in to kiss Alan and gently pushed my tongue between his lips into his mouth. He responded and our tongues swirled together. I broke off the kiss and whispered in his ear ‘not long ago there was a big hard cock sliding between my lips.’ Alan moaned quietly. Once again this evening I undid the clip on the side of the short skirt I was wearing and let it fall to the floor. I now stood by the side of our bed where the only thing between Alan and my smooth pussy was my very wet sperm filled black panties.
‘I’ve been a very naughty wife tonight Alan.’ I whispered to him. ‘I sucked my lover until he was hard, then I let him lick my smooth pussy until I came. Then he fucked me with his big hard cock until he came in me. My pussy is really full up with his sticky sperm’
Alan was still looking at me as I was telling him what I had just been up to. I’m sure by now that he must have realized that I had actually done it rather than role playing and pretending like I usually did. Surely he must have seen the large love bite on my breast and smelt the aroma of hot sweaty sex that was emanating from between my legs. Purposely I pulled the black panties down to my ankles, as I did so my pussy and the inside of my thighs glistened as the wetness reflected the light from the bedside lamp. I then slipped them completely off and brushed the very wet panties underneath Alan’s nose.
‘Do you like the smell of my panties?’ I asked him. Even I could smell the musky, bleachy smell as I waved them in front of his nose.
Alan just let out a quiet moan in reply. I was gaining more confidence now. Alan must know now what had gone on and he had not slapped me across the face or shouted at me. I pulled the silky material of my panties apart until the creamy gusset was exposed and then rubbed the very wet slimy material across Alan’s mouth and lips.
‘Do you like the taste of my panties Alan?’
I watched as Alan licked the moistness from his lips which had been smeared there by the creamy wet gusset of my juicy panties. I noticed that his cock was still really hard so he was still turned on.
‘Would you like to taste me Alan?’ I asked. ‘Would you like your creamy birthday desert?’
‘God Brigitte yes, please show me your pussy.’
I didn’t need Alan to ask me twice so I quickly got up on the bed, placed my legs either side of him, and straddled his head. I knew that he was looking directly up at my wet leaking pussy. Suddenly I felt his hands reach up and grip my buttocks and pull me downwards onto his face. I sat down and steadied myself by placing my hands on top of our headboard. I pushed my pussy forwards onto Alan’s mouth and gasped as I felt his tongue snake deep inside my smooth hole. It felt fantastic. I looked down and saw the top of Alan’s head between my thighs and felt him licking my crinkly pussy lips with his tongue. Suddenly he stopped licking me and I lifted my pussy off from his chin for a moment.
‘Please tell me what he did to you tonight.’ Murmured Alan.
I sat back down on his face and while Alan probed me with his tongue and cleaned the sperm up from inside me that Darren had not long ago deposited. I told him in great detail exactly what I had been doing for the last hour. As I described how I had been fucked Alan was licking and moaning into my pussy. I felt him sucking all of the juices from deep inside me. As he sucked and licked at me I rhythmically rubbed the whole of my pussy over his mouth using his tongue to stimulate my clit. It did not take long before I felt the orgasm building inside of me and as his tongue massaged my clit I moaned and shuddered as a huge orgasm crashed through me.
When I had calmed down from my orgasm on Alan’s face I reached behind me and felt his cock. It was still really hard. I moved backwards and placed myself over him. With one hand I parted my love lips exposing my sopping wet hole and guided his cock directly into my pussy. I sat down on him feeling his length slide into me. As I bounced on his cock Alan was staring at me. He reached out and gently pinched my nipples then brushed his finger over the love bite that Darren had given me. I moved my body up and down on his cock feeling him sliding in and out of me. It did not take much time at all until Alan pushed up to meet my downward thrust and once again I felt an explosion of warm wetness inside my pussy as he came. I thought that he was never going to stop spurting as his orgasm was so powerful. As his cock began to soften inside me I climbed off him and rolled over to lie down beside him on the bed. I could feel his large load begin to gently seep out from my pussy onto the bed sheet between my legs.
‘How was your birthday present Darling.’ I asked.
‘Wonderful,’ was the reply. ‘I’ve been waiting for you to do that for me for years!’