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My first time ever posting an erotic story! I know it’s rather long, but hope you all enjoy. Please let me know what you think!
“Fuck! God Damnit! How is this happening?” Joe asked himself out loud as he put his car into reverse and backed out his driveway. Well, it was rather simple really. Joe and his wife Anna were supposed to be heading over to Rachel’s place for a relaxing afternoon in the backyard and dinner. Rachel was Anna’s friend from school, the two had become best of friends and talked everyday. Now normally, Joe wouldn’t mind heading over there, he liked Rachel, in fact he had all the time had a thing for her. Rachel was an unassuming beauty, and she seemed to not realize her beauty. Every time they were together, Joe couldn’t take his eyes off Rachel, even when Anna was right next to him. Even when they left, all Joe could think about for days was Rachel- how she looked, how she smelled, how he imagined she looked naked… Hell, Joe even wondered about her when he would jerk off in the shower.
But Joe couldn’t stand Rachel’s two sons, David and Christopher. They were smart-ass teens who all the time ruined the party, wherever they went. Compounding things was the fact that Anna wasn’t in the passenger seat next to Joe. Early that morning her boss had called, the overseas markets were soaring and he was ordering all of his staff in to work, despite it being a Saturday and their day off. So now Joe was headed to Rachel’s, by himself, to spend the day listening to 2 smartass kids and Rachel’s husband Steven, talk about the most irrelevant and idiotic things. Joe had nothing in common with Steven- well maybe one thing, they both loved staring at Rachel’s ass.
Joe and Anna had been together for about 12 years, their relationship was great. Anna provided handsomely for them as she was a lead stock broker at the hedge fund where she worked. Joe had everything he could ever ask for- except in the bedroom. Now to be fair, Anna tried sometimes, although her idea of a kinky night in bed involved them doing doggystyle for 2 minutes. But there were times when Joe found himself so bored of the bedroom performances, that he was happier sneaking out to the couch at 2 am and jerking off to some hardcore porn. The sort of stuff he knew Anna would never do. The sort of stuff he wanted- threesomes, anal, rough hardcore fucking. All the things that a well-to-do, goody goody stock broker would never do. Joe had tried getting her drunk a few times, but she would never drink enough to drop her pretentious guard and free her inhibitions. Hell, Joe had even wondered of drugging Anna, slipping her a roofie, so he could have his way with her, making her his whore and showing her another side of herself. But, he was a pussy and could never do it. Plus he had become too accustomed to the lifestyle he was living and would never jeopardize it.
Just as Joe was turning onto Rachel’s block Anna called. He answered and before he could even finish saying “Hello”, Anna interrupted him saying “-Baby, I am so sorry but there is no way I’m going to make it today. In fact, it looks like I might not even come home tonight. The markets are exploding and I need to take advantage of this. This could be my new Bentley.” she said in a half gleeful, half apologetic tone. “It’s ok darling. You do what you need to do, and I will see you whenever you get home” the pussy muttered to Anna, as she abruptly hung up on him. “Great talking to you too dear, happy anniversary by the way-” he sarcastically said out loud to himself. “Well if this isn’t just the best fucking anniversary ever. No wife at home, no sex tonight, and going to deal with these fucks all day” Joe said to himself.
Just now he made the turn into Rachel’s driveway, and realized something was up. There was but one car in the driveway. The car the 2 dumbasses shared was gone. The “wiener car” as Anna called it- Steven’s sport car wasn’t there either. That’s right, she couldn’t even say penis or cock, she said wiener. She called it the “wiener car” because Steven actually was compensating for something with that car. See Anna and Rachel were close, closer than most. And they shared all the details in their lives, including Steven’s less than impressive endowment and bedroom skills according to Rachel. Of course Anna couldn’t keep anything to herself so she had shared with Joe about Stevens lack thereof down there.
“What in the absolute FUCK is going on!” Joe screamed out loud in the car, as he put it into park.
“If today isn’t the party, I am actually going to skullfuck Anna when I see her!” he said out loud. After calming down for a few seconds he realized “Oh who am I kidding, dipshit Steven is probably getting his car worked on and the assholes probably wrecked their car” he wondered to himself.
Joe begrudgingly took his seat belt off, grabbed the chocolate covered strawberries Anna had insisted THEY bring, and headed for the front door. Each of the steps leading to the front door seeming longer than the last, as if Joe was walking to his own hanging and being made to tie the noose. He reached for the doorbell with his free hand, and immediately upon pressing it, the door opened.
There stood Rachel. She was glowing, wearing a gorgeous black, matte, mid-thigh leather skirt, her ass stretching the material tight as a drum. Peeking out from the skirt were black fishnet stockings enveloping her buttery soft thighs and leading down to a pair of black knee-high boots. A skin tight white long sleeved ribbed shirt covered her upper half, with her beautiful breasts pushing against the fabric. The shirt was probably one size too small, but Joe wasn’t complaining, as he continued sizing up Rachel. Her long blonde hair was flowing and just slightly curled- his favorite look on a woman, and of course a way his wife rarely wore it. Rachel had a thin, long white gold chain necklace on, the pendant of which was hanging down and nestled right between her supple breasts- somewhere Joe wished his increasingly hard cock was nestled right now. “H-H-Hello Rachel” he finally stammered. “Where is everyone?”
“Oh, didn’t Anna tell you?” Rachel asked forcefully. “Today is a total clusterfuck!” she exclaimed. Finally able to stop eye fucking Rachel for 5 seconds, Joe saw her left hand, which contained a half full wine glass which she proceeded to drink the entire remaining contents of in one fell chug. “Come on in Joe, I’ll explain” she said. They walked into the kitchen and sat at the island. “Thank God” Joe wondered to himself as he hurriedly sat down, as he was now hard as a rock and worried that Rachel would see his erection through the jeans he was wearing. Rachel sat down in a huff, he magnificent breasts leaning against the granite counter tops and showing her cleavage even more to Joe. That pendant nestling in between those breasts which Joe now realized were bra-less. She reached for a bottle of liquor and topped off a glass of juice she had sitting there. “Wow, going with the hard stuff today, eh Rachel?” Joe asked, realizing how rarely Rachel drank liquor. “Look at you!” Rachel said, “A man that actually does pay attention to a woman.”
“Well, I know you normally stick with wine” Joe said.
“Yeah, and my asshole husband doesn’t usually tell me at 9 on Saturday morning as he’s walking out the door, that he’s taking the boys out for a ‘guys weekend’ either!” Rachel shouted as she walked towards the fridge for some mixer. The anger in her voice made Joe cringe slightly. It was that same angry tone Anna used when he pushed too hard for sex and Anna was “tired” or “had a headache”.
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that” Joe said, trying to discover an appropriate response to this awkward situation he found himself thrust into.
“Fuck him!” Rachel shouted. “Fuck him. What’s that asshole going to do anyway on a ‘Guys Weekend’ anyway?” she asked. “He’s not gonna take the boys fishing, or out hiking in nature or something fun and manly like that. Hell that fag couldn’t change his own tire, let alone even know where the spare tire is. I swear, sometimes I wonder if I’m a lesbian because it feels like I married another woman!” she ranted on. “Ha, and look I’m the one drinking the whiskey, and he can barely handle a few White Claws” she ranted further.
“I, uh-. uh-” Joe stammered.
“And you know what, I’m glad that fucking fuckface isn’t here either!” Rachel interrupted him.
“You know Rachel, it IS only 11, maybe you should slow down on the drinks a bit…” Joe said to her. “Kiss my ass” she replied and gave him the finger, with a wink and devilish smile.
If only she knew. If only Rachel knew how badly Joe wanted to kiss that ass, and bite it. Lick it. Spank it. Fuck it. Worship it. Teach it a lesson. Slam his cock into it, his balls slapping against her cunt with each thrust, finally dumping his load in her ass while he got her off by rubbing her clit. But Joe the pussy, did nothing and said nothing. He just sat there and nodded sheepishly.
“Well, can I at least join you in a drink?” he asked.
“What?!” Rachel said, bewildered and surprised. “You. Mr. Prefect. Mr. Always In Control, you. You, want a drink?” Rachel asked sarcastically.
“Yeah, and make it a double BITCH” Joe said. As the words exited his mouth he locked eyes with Rachel. Each of them frozen in shock by what Joe had said.
“Wow, ‘Joe the Pussy’ actually has a set of balls!” Rachel said. And as she stood up and started heading to make Joe a cocktail, she turned back and slyly said, “I Hope there’s something else down there with those balls…”
Yep, fair to say Joe was frozen at what had just transpired. He couldn’t think of a single thing to utter. He couldn’t even form a reply to Rachel. He simply stared in bewilderment, her looking back with a twisted grin awaiting his reply. She slyly laughed, and said “What’s the matter Joe, cat got the pussies tongue? I know what a pussy you are, Anna tells me all about it. She says how boring you are in bed, how you never try anything new or exciting, and how doggystyle for you is like the Kama Sutra.” Rachel placed the drink down in front of Joe, and let out another sultry, sly laugh and muttering “Pathetic”.
Joe grabbed the glass, slammed down the drink, placed the glass down, and then snapped. His emotions flowing through his body. Embarrassment taking over, his pride attacked, and his manhood challenged. He shouted back “Well at least I’m not a shrimp-dicked he/she like your husband!”
“Well, well, well Joey…That’s twice you’ve raised your voice to me. I really should punish you for talking back ya know. But your faggot ass would probably enjoy it” Rachel said, their eyes still locked on one another. Joe staring at Rachel, her supple lips with the bright slutty red lipstick bathing them, Her gorgeous dark eyes and the fantastic makeup on them. He was infuriated and aroused at the same time. They both sat there staring at each other just breathing, not saying a word. It felt like minutes to Joe but in reality it was but a few short seconds, interrupted by the loud hysterical laughing of Rachel, “Oh my God Joe, calm down! I’m kidding. I’m just trying to have a little fun with you, relax! Anna and I have never talked about your guys’ sex life. But it sure seems like she’s told you all about mine…”
“Uhm, NO! Never!” Joe forced out. Realizing as soon as he said it, that the exuberance he used made it sound even less believable than it was. “Relax Joey, let me get you another drink. But first, how about a shot?” she asked. “Why the fuck not” Joe said, with a childish smile. “That’s the spirit! That’s how to be a man” Rachel teased him, her eyes noticeably going from his eyes, down his chest, to his crotch where she finally noticed his rock hard cock. Her smile became more sinister and she turned away, grabbing a bottle of tequila and 2 shot glasses.
Rachel poured out the 2 shots, and said to Joe “Well, here’s to making the best of a shitty day.” As she finished pouring, Joe grabbed a shot and swung it back, immediately grabbed the other and slammed it back, striking the glass back on the table. Joe exclaimed “Who said this was a shitty day?” and Rachel poured 2 more shots. “Well, aren’t you just full of surprises today?” she asked.
“Who knows… who the fuck knows.” Joe replied, taking his eyes from Rachel’s tits up to meet her eyes, chuckling, and then staring back at her tits. “Care for another shot?” he asked. “Well, now that you’ve finally caught up to me, let’s slow it down” Rachel said, and poured the both a glass of wine.
She poured, they drank, and made idle conversation for the next few minutes, as Joe kept finding himself staring at Rachel’s tits, imaging what they’d look like covered in his cum. Rachel kept on carrying the conversation, smiling and laughing, every time setting her luscious breasts into a mesmerizing dance. Luckily for Joe the island was blocking the view of his rock-hard cock, and he could feel his dick pressing against his jeans.
A few hours later, and two bottles of wine were gone. The two were entwined in the most meaningless, and horribly enunciated conversation; and to be honest neither could be happier. Joe unburdened by Anna’s pretentiousness, Rachel unencumbered by her families constant neediness. For a brief moment, both were absolutely as happy as could be. And then, it was ruined- the cellphone on the counter rang, and Rachel begrudgingly answered. “Yeah?” she said, and Joe wondered to himself “wow if Anna ever spoke to me like that, I would shove my dick so far down her throat…” Rachel’s call continued “…ok…yup…sure, whatever. Ok, ok, alright! I’m busy! Bye!” she said as she hung up and slammed the phone down.
“Everything ok?” Joe asked. “Yeah, it was just Captain Asshole. He wants me to feed his lizard this weekend. What kind of grown ass man even HAS a lizard?!” she said mockingly. “And I’ll be damned if he thinks I’m going and touching a fucking cricket. Fuck that lizard, let it die.” she ranted on.
“Well, I don’t mind, I can do it.” Joe offered.
“Oh my God, that would be wonderful! Thank you so much. I just need a minute to go straighten up my bedroom first… I made a bit of a mess this morning.” Rachel said as she hurried up the stairs. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”
Rachel scampered up the stairs, slightly swaying from the days festivities. Joe’s eyes followed her up each step, wishing his face was stuffed in between her ass cheeks as she climbed the stairs. Finally, his rock hard cock began to subside as he walked around the living room, looking at the pictures of Rachel and the rest of her miscreant family that adorned the walls.
“Ohhhhh Joooooooeeeeyyyy” he was interrupted, “I’m ready. Come on up!” Rachel yelled down to Joe.
He started on his way upstairs, quickly realizing he was pretty buzzed. “Ok Joe, 1 foot in front of the other. Go feed this fucking thing since your dumb ass volunteered, and then you can get an Uber and be on your way back home.” Joe said to himself. He turned to the right, into her bedroom where he saw Rachel standing in a narrow spot between the bed and the large bay windows. She was leaning over the windowsill which housed the reptile tank but more importantly to Joe, her ass was stretching at every stitch in that tight black leather skirt. Her thighs were slightly pressing through the fishnet stockings she had on. Joe imagined his hand sliding over her creamy thighs on its way for her pussy, the heat getting warmer and warmer, until he reached that pussy and rubbed it through her underwear.
“Well here’s the fucking thing.” Rachel said, abruptly snapping Joe back to reality as she stood between the bed and windowsill staring at Joe.
It took him a moment to regain his composure, and with his cock still rock hard, he started towards the windowsill, and the lizard. As the two neared each other, they simultaneously realized they both couldn’t fit, and attempted to slide past one another- Joe with his back to the window and Rachel with her back to the bed. They were facing each other as Rachel’s tits, her magnificent, firm, tantalizing tits rubbed against Joe. At the same time his hard cock brushed against her waist. Their eyes both raised in an instant, and met each others gaze. It was exactly at that moment in which Rachel slipped, and began to fall back toward the bed. It was as if time stood still for Joe-
“Do I grab her? Do I let her fall? Do I ‘try’ to grab her, and just grab a nice handful of that immaculate ass instead? No, be a gentleman, save her! No, stop being a pussy for once and shove you hand onto her cunt!” all these thoughts went racing through his mind. He let each scenario play out in his head, agonizing over which decision to make all in the span of a split second. After what seemed like hours, his conscious, his rock hard cock, his manners, and the wine helped to make his mind up.
He reached out with both hands and grabbed her firmly by the waist, stopping her from falling. Her eyes showed surprise, and what Joe perceived to be disappointment in him. He pulled her up against him, each of them feeling the others body pressed upon themselves. Then just as fast as he pulled her against him, he pushed her her forcefully away and onto the bed. Her beautiful curly locks flowing in the wind as she flew downward onto the king sized bed, adorned with lace and tulle from each of the 4 corner posts. Rachel bounced onto the bed, her tits shaking so hard they threatened to spill out from her top. Her beautiful ass sinking into the bed, and the momentum from her throw forced her legs back ever so slightly, spreading her legs and causing her skirt to ride up just millimeters before the point where Joe could see her pussy. Joe stared down at her and imagined what color and style underwear she was wearing; he knew she loved a nice pair of boy shorts and he was dying to see what that ass would look like in them.
He contemplated his next move as Rachel interrupted him- “Well fuck, aren’t you just full of surprises today?” she asked, all the while staying just as she had come to rest on the bed. He arms stretched out and above her head, making her tits look even more amazing than ordinary, and her legs r spread aside with her feet on the bed and knees up.
“Yeah, I guess I am full of surprises.” he replied.
“Well that’s a good thing I see. What else have you been keeping from me?” she asked coyly, biting her lip and winking as her gaze lowered and fixated on his crotch.
“Why don’t I just show you” Joe started, his chest now heaving from his adrenaline and lust flowing through his veins. Then, in one fell swoop he reached under and around her legs, lifting her ass up and pulling her right to the edge. No sooner was she at the edge of the bed than he released her legs, his fingertips pressing against her buttery soft, stocking wrapped thighs. He grabbed her skirt and violently pulled it up and over her waist. His dick was now rock hard, throbbing in his pants. He could feel his heartbeat through his cock, forcing it to make little lunges away from his crotch only to be forced back by his tight boxers. He looked down to her freshly revealed pussy to see if his guess was right about her underwear, and was surprised to see only a small landing strip of neatly trimmed hair directing his eyes to her bare lips staring back at him. No underwear, just an amazing pussy staring back at him. “Holy Fuck!” he exclaimed, damn near panting. He leaned forward, and put one hand on each of her knees, sliding them along he thighs up and along the stockings until they ended but his hands continued on. He spread his hands wide, running his thumbs along the crease of her leg and crotch on each side, sliding around to her ass where he grabbed her cheeks firmly and hard. Chills ran through Rachel as she let out a slight moan.
There was no hesitation on his part, no attempt to stop it from Rachel. She knew how he felt about her, she could tell that he had secretly all the time had a thing for him. “Well it’s about damn time you finally made a move” she said, continuing on “now what’s next?”
Without saying a word, Joe took his hands from her ass and slid them up under her shirt, caressing her little mummy-tummy, and then cupped her tits, rubbing her nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. Rachel’s back arching and her breathing getting heavier, moans coming from her as she bit on her finger. He slid his fingers toward the center of her chest, where he had all the time imagined shooting his load on her, and Joe forced her shirt up and over her head in one swift motion. Her tits lay there bare and exposed, her nipples already hardened like his cock. Still silent, Joe dropped to his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed. With his hands still cupping and kneading her tits, his cock harder than he had ever been, he placed his open mouth on her clit. He kissed it, nibbled it, and then licked it for a moment. Rachel writhed in ecstasy, thrusting her hips toward his face. “Oh my God, yes! Yes! Please, please lick my fucking pussy!” she pleaded, to which Joe was more than eager to oblige. He went back and forth, between pleasing and teasing her naughty little clit. Sucking, nibbling, breathing on it. All received by Rachel’s further moaning and pleading for more. She slid her left hand down and onto his head, entwining her fingers in his hair. Her right hand, she slid down, and spread her pussy aside, giving Joe and his tongue unfettered access to her tingling clit.
While eating her wet pussy, Joe took his right hand and traced out her mouth with a fingertip, ending up with it between her pressed lips. As she took another deep breath he forced it between her lips and into her mouth, followed closely by his second finger. Not skipping a beat Rachel sucked on them, as if to offer a tease of what awaited him if his pussy licking did the job. However Joe just wanted her saliva, as he withdrew his fingers from her mouth and slid them right into her warm wet cunt. Rachel let out an audible moan as Joe started massaging her G-spot while simultaneously continuing to devour her clit with his mouth. Rachel now grabbed his head with both her hands, pulling him into her pussy with all her might. “Don’t you stop, don’t you fucking stop!” she ordered ”I’m going to Cum” she continued. Encouraged by her moaning, Joe sped up, and soon Rachel was writing on the bed. If not for her forcing his head into her cunt Joe wouldn’t have been able to keep licking and fingering her pussy through her orgasm. After a few seconds she calmed down a bit, her pussy was dripping now, the sweet taste encouraging Joe, and he made one more assault on her clit with his tongue. She writhed and grinded her pussy against his face. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stoooooooooopp!” she screamed violently as her pussy came all over his face. His tongue working its magic, and his fingertips caressing against the inside of her wet pussy. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, and just then her pussy squirted all over his face.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! I swear, that has never happened before!” she shrieked.
“Well, then that is a fucking shame” Joe said, peeking his head up from between her legs. “And there’s nothing to be sorry for, it just means I’m doing my job right.” he finished. “Now let’s see if we can get that pussy going again” Joe said as he nestled his face back between her legs and into her now soaking wet pussy. “What do you say we see what the pussy can really do?” Joe asked aloud, without removing his mouth from her clit- the vibrations from his voice sending chills shooting out from her clit through her whole body.
Joe rose up to his feet, hovering over Rachel. Her forehead beginning to show tiny beads of sweat and her bare chest and tits were heaving from the heavy breathing of her orgasms. Joe reached down with his right hand, sliding his finger over her wet pussy lips, and stuffed two fingers into her now visibly dripping wet pussy. He took his left hand and placed it palm down, against her upper pelvis, almost over her bladder, and pushed down with slight pressure. At the same time he began working his fingers that were inside her cunt; rubbing, massaging and pressing against her g-spot. The combination from his hands produced sensations she had never felt before. Her body began uncontrollably writhing and grinding against Joe’s hands, while hers grabbed and pulled at the bed sheets. “Oh my God, holy fuck, holy fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she screamed to Joe, her body tensing up and seemingly freezing in place. “Don’t. You. Fucking. Stop” she stammered, each word delayed longer than the previous, each word seeming to be a moment of agony and struggle. But he said nothing, his eyes were trained on her cunt and results from his handiwork. Rachel flailed her arm out and was finally able to grab a pillow, throwing it over her face to muffle her screams. As her groin began to gyrate again, Joe started ‘walking’ his inserted fingers over her g-spot. Rachel’s moans intensified, and just as Rachel approached climax, he increased pressure with both of his hands. She began screaming into the pillow, a guttural, animalistic scream. Her body shook uncontrollably, and as she uttered “I’m Cummingggggg” again, she squirted all over Joe’s hand. But he didn’t stop, he kept massaging the inside of her wet pussy, and slid his left hand up and onto her bare breast. He squeezed her firm breast and rubbed her hard nipple, causing her winding down orgasm to continue on, getting stronger in fact. Rachel came so hard her entire body started convulsing, seemingly in perfect concert with every slight movement of Joe’s now drenched fingers. Every flick of his finger sent her whole body flickering in ecstasy. Simultaneously her screaming intensified and then abruptly stopped, as Joe could feel her cunt squeezing around his fingers as she came again. As her pussy gripped his fingers, he yanked them out abruptly.
“What?! No! Don’t fucking stop!” Rachel demanded, “Make me fucking cum again!” she pleaded. But Joe wasn’t done with her pussy yet. Once again he dropped to his knees, and threw her legs back and aside, Rachel spreading them for Joe as best as she could. He reached down with a hand and grabbed her ass cheek, spreading them aside. His warm tongue then worked its way from her throbbing clit, over her wet and swollen pussy lips, taking a few licks inside of her pussy, and then continued onward to her asshole. With his right hand spreading her ass aside, and his tongue caressing her asshole Joe asked Rachel “So does your man ever eat ass?”
“No” she said, her face still buried into the pillow, and Joe replied “Good, then get ready to fucking cum!” as he continued licking her while also taking his left hand and now rubbing her clit. He swiped his fingers back and forth through her pussy juices and then used it for lube on her rock hard clit. Just as before Rachel was putty in Joe’s skilled hands, and tongue. He was doing things to her she had never experienced, and was causing her pleasure she had never fathomed was efficient. Every orgasm stronger than the last- being longer, more powerful, and more intense. Her screaming was unable to be stopped entirely by the pillow and her voice was already becoming hoarse. For the next half hour or so, Joe continued to go down on Rachel, sending her into a world of never before experienced ecstasy and joy.
…TO BE CONTINUED…
NSFW: yes
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