HOTWIFE | CHEATING | FISTING | MASTURBATION | ORAL

Fisted by My Husband’s Best Friend

There are things I just can’t do with hubby. Jack is here to give me a hand.

“Slower… slower… push slower…”

Jack’s fingers spread my pussy lips, stretching them to new extremes.

“Oh my god… mmm… it feels so good…”

It does. Don’t take me wrong… I love to be fucked by big, juicy cocks. Long and thick, preferably with a large head… those are my favourite. They can rub my insides as no other cock can and drive me to orgasms that make me almost faint.

I had never thought about fisting, though, until tonight.

Jack is my husband’s best friend. He’s fun to be around, witty and sexy.

Ooh, I love my husband, I can’t say otherwise. But I… mmm… I have this habit of straying. He knows about that and accepts it. After all, I keep him more than satisfied.

Just now and then… I need something new. Usually, with people I’m sure I’ll not see ever again: a guy met at the club, a waiter of a hotel during a business trip, a taxi driver I particularly fancy… That’s why I’ve always avoided any advance from Jack.

Tonight it was different, though. We met at the pub where I usually hang out with my girlfriends. When he left, he proposed to give me a lift home. I hopped into his car, and we joke and flirted as we hadn’t done before.

We stopped In a parking lot not so far from my house.

I can’t remember how it all started — a joke from Darla, maybe, the naughtiest among my friends? — but the topic of the evening was fisting.

“So, have you ever done it?” Jack asked.

“Never, of course,” I said. I had never thought of it as a possibility

“Would you try?”

“Only with the right man,” I said, winking at him.

“Wanna try?” he asked, now offering himself for the task.

“Mmm… this is the bold, self-confident Jack I know. But do you think you have what it takes?” I teased him.

That saying, I grabbed his hand, checking and measuring it with mine.

“Mmm… you do have nice hands..”

“And I can use them well,” he smirked at me.

“Someone’s boasting himself, here?” I joked, but when he moved his hand between my thighs, I didn’t push it away. He pulled my dress aside and in a moment his fingers were caressing my cotton panties. I was already trembling with excitement.

“Jack… mmm… don’t make me horny…”

“Why?”

“George… my husband, that’s why!”

“You have an open relationship, don’t you?”

If he knew, why the hell did he wait so long to make a move on me?

“But… you’re his best friend…”

“It’s just some fun… what do you fear?”

He had already won me over.

I accepted his invitation to move to the back seats. I can’t say it was a good decision. Future will answer that. But that’s how I got here, with my naked cunt exposed to my husband’s best friend, and his fingers penetrating me, forcing my cunt open.

I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of me.

“I need to be wetter,” I complain.

He lovers between my legs and licks me. Long laps with flat tongue, drooling all over my pussy.

Fuck… Jack, the sexy man I’ve desired so much, is tasting at my spread pussy, preparing it to be fisted.

He caresses my clit, making me moan so loud I fear someone will hear me from outside. But the darkness protects us, and of course, nobody’s around at this time of the night.

When his fingers slide inside me again, my pussy is more relaxed. I grab his wrist again, but this time I push his hand in. Then out, then in again. Every time, a little more of his hand slides into me. I can’t believe what I’m doing, exposing myself to Jack like this, fucking my pussy with his hand, moaning like the worst slut.

“Mmm… please… gentler… yes… like this… push it… ooh… yesss…”

And then, his fist wins the last resistance and fits into my cunt.

Could you believe it? My horny wet hole has just eaten his entire hand.

“Fuck, Laure… you’re so sexy…”

“Don’t… don’t talk… move it… fuck me…”

He begins rocking his hand inside me. Just an inch back and forward, not more, slightly moving his fingers to tease my insides.

I’m in heaven.

This must be the most exciting experience I’ve ever had.

“Touch yourself… touch your cock while you fist me…” I beg.

He doesn’t make me repeat myself. His cock is out in a second, and he begins beating it with his other hand.

“You like it?” He asks.

“I can’t see it well,” I say, leaning down on the seat to reach it with my lips.

It’s a wonderful cock, indeed, but to be honest… not big enough for me. And his hand is doing such a great job that if I had to swap it for his prick, I would feel nothing now.

But I do think it’s fair to please him, though. And so, I open my mouth and slide it in.

“Fuck…. Laure… fuck…”

I suck well, I know it. I roll my tongue around the cockhead, I suck it, I stroke it on my flat tongue… No man can resist me.

And right now I’m particularly intense with my blowjob because I’m horny as hell.

Jack is pounding my wet cunt hard now, and his hand slides in and out of me with almost no resistance

“Fuck me more… yes… fuck me harder… make me cum… make your best friend’s wife cum…” I moan, stroking his cock on my tongue.

And it must be the right thing to say, because he increases his tempo, ramming his hand in my cunt so roughly now, that my entire body shakes with pleasure.

I cum. Hard.

Screaming, wriggling my body on the seat, gripping his hand with my cunt while sucking his cock with eagerness.

He, too, can’t resist much. His hand on the back of my head tells me he’s going to cum soon. I don’t’ move away. If there’s something I love, is cum, and a new man’s cum is a treat I can’t say no to. I push it deep in my throat and relax, feeling the pulsations increase… until Jack explodes in a river of cum flooding my mouth, while I roll my tongue around the tip, tasting the white juice from the source.

When I finally stop and he pulls out his hand, copious juices drool out of my hole, on the seat. I rest on the seat for a while, catching my breath while gently caressing the strip of hair on my mound, as I love to do after each of my orgasms.

“Fuck… George never told me you were this good!”

“Maybe he doesn’t know?” I answer, cheekily.

I make love to George and I fuck with my lovers. This dirty side of me is mostly hidden from him.

“See you next week,” I say, exiting the car.

Then I turn around.

“Will you take me home again?”

“Any time you want.”

I’m already thinking of a new naughty topic to share at the pub. Something new, something daring, something I’d never do with my husband.

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