Wifes Best Friend(Current Rating 76/100, based on 51 votes)
After moving to the midwest, I had the oppportunity to return to Southern California on business. One morning, I got a call from my wife's best friend Monica inviting me to breakfast. She told me to wait in my hotel room, and that she would stop by to pick me up.
After about 20 minutes, there was a knock on my hotel room door. When I opened it, I saw Monica like I had never seen her. She was wearing no bra, with a tight sweater, which really accentuated her D-cup tits. She was also in the shortest skirt I had ever seen, and those really hot high heeled sandals, with the strap that goes over the big toe. I thought we were heading straight out to breakfast, and started to leave the room. Monica had other ideas, and brushed past me, into my hotel room. She proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed, and asked me to tell her about what sort of business brought me back to town.
After a bit of small talk, Monica started to cross and uncross her legs. I have always had a thing for peeking up skirts, to see what sexy panties lie beneath, and couldn't help to sneek a peak on this morning. Much to my surprise, not only was Monica not wearing panties, by her pussy was shaved clean.
My throat became dry as I kept trying to talk to this hot, sexy woman and avoid looking at her unbelievable body. Unfortunately, the bulge in my pants gave me away, and Monica asked if I had anything I needed to take care of before breakfast. I stammered that I couldn't think of anything, but she said she could. She immediately got off the bed, came over to me, and began rubbing my rock hard cock, through my pants. Her tits were practically in my face, and I instinctively pulled up her sweater and began to nibble and suck on her rock hard nipples. Monica began to moan, and her other hand started to rub her crotch through her dress.
I knew there was no turning back now, and stood up, pulled her sweater over her head, then pulled down her skirt. Now, totally naked, I could see her pussy juices running down her thighs. I leaned over and kissed Monica like I'd never kissed her before. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouth, and she began sucking my tongue like it was a cock. We broke our kiss long enough for me to take my clothes off, then moved to the bed. We went back to our kissing, but were grinding our crotches together like horny school kids. Monica turned around and started nibbling her way down my chest and stomach. Before long, she was licking my thighs, and her pussy was right in my face. Almost on cue, we began the hottest 69 session of my life. Her mouth felt so good on my cock, but what really turned me on was licking and sucking her bare pussy. She could tell I was ready to come, and suddenly stopped her incredible cock sucking. She got on her knees, then began to grind her pu!
ssy on my cock. I wasn't in her, but felt like we were fucking. I was getting closer and closer to cumming, and Monica suddenly lowered her dripping pussy on my cock. She rode me up and down like a cowgirl, while fingering her clit. I could tell she was close to her own orgasm, but couldn't hold back my own, and quickly filled her pussy with the largest load of cum I think I ever shot. After my cock stopped twitching, Monica climbed off me, then proceeded to straddle my face. My cum was dripping from her pussy lips, and I happily lapped them up, along with her pussy juice. Within seconds, she came, with her thighs gripping my head like a vice. We fell into each other's arms and proceeded to fall asleep. After a short while, I woke up, to find Monica sucking on my newly hard cock. I quickly came again, and she sucked every last drop of my sperm. She then proceeded to kiss me, and give me a mouth full of my own cum. I swallowed every drop, then went down on her !
again. After her second orgasm, Monica told me that my wife had relayed my fantasy of eating my own cum to her, but that my wife was too afraid to fulfill the request. So, Monica offered her "services" and told my wife she would see to it that I wasn't "sleeping around" while I was out of town.
We never had sex again, but everytime I see Monica, we sneak a passionate kiss and a knowing look that we both fondly remember our "breakfast" together.