I caught a thief and had her eat me up, then my husband joined

Today I caught a thief. It happened after I came home from work, tired and quite annoyed at the world. I’ve been in and out of boring meetings all day and looked forward to taking a breather in the evening. My husband had something planned for us, and, as it doesn’t happen that often, I was really looking forward to it.

I poured myself a glass of wine and went upstairs to have a quick shower, and forgot to lock the door. Our neighborhood is quite nice and peaceful, so I never had to worry about anyone breaking into our home. Well, today the constellations aligned in some messed up way, and it happened.

I like my showers long, hot and steamy, like my intimate moments, my husband often says. I do prefer for him to take his time in the sheets, to explore and conquer. But as we’re both quite busy during the day and exhausted in the evening, our sex life had taken a serious hit lately. Except for the usual quickies on the kitchen counter and under the shower, there’s not much going on in that department.

I turned on the water, let it warm up, took another sip of wine, and started undressing. In the mirror, a woman with auburn hair, green eyes, and voluptuous breasts is staring back. I look like shit! The mirror image cups her breasts with the palm of her hands, puckers her lips, then sighs, as the reflection fades, covered by a layer of steam.

The bathroom was beginning to look and feel like a sauna when I finally stepped into the shower. I met the first stream of hot water with a gasp, and my skin quickly turned lobster-red. I loved the intense heat against my breasts, flowing around them, kindling my nipples, and trickling down between the folds of my pussy. I imagined my husband’s lips touching it, playing with my clit. I was aroused and decided to take full advantage of that moment, looking forward to the real deal later, in the evening. I started slowly, massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples. I loved the feeling of my somewhat cold fingertips against the warmth of my swelling areolas. And the hot stream of water that was rushing down, hitting my mound, the heat dissipating throughout the patch of hair that was covering it, providing me with an exquisite sensation.

With one hand, I took the shower head and placed it close to my throbbing gash, wriggling its steamy stream around and over my inner thighs. It blazed over the delicate flesh between my legs, and it felt so good. My other hand soothed the wet opening of my cunt, and my fingers probed its depth, over and over again.

I’m almost there, a contained moan left my lips, and then I heard it. A loud noise came from downstairs. I froze with the showerhead still pointing at my slit, a melange of fear and pleasure assaulting my whole body.

Another loud noise followed closely. I wrapped a towel around and quietly went to check. On my way down, I grabbed my phone, just in case…

I saw a scrawny girl creeping through the living room, snooping into drawers and cabinets. She wasn’t very good at it. She was noisy and hasty in her approach, as the broken vase at her feet attested. I could take her down, the thought crossed my mind, partly fueled by my prior excitement. But the thought got through my brain and out my mouth in a completely different way. “I have 911 on speed dial! Stop what you’re doing and turn around!”

The girl froze, reminding me of the similar experience that I just had in the shower, a subtle remnant tingle that hardened my nipples like a cold breeze.

“Please,” she finally faced me, “do not call the cops on me. I can’t go to jail again.”

Again? The tingle inside me grew, and, instinctually, my thighs rubbed against each other.

“I would do anything, please!”

Anything? My pussy was wet, so wet that I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs. I knew what had to be done, in a heartbeat.

“Come closer,” I commanded, still holding the phone up, like a shield, a reminder of what could happen. “Kneel!” The thief followed my instructions and plumped down in front of me with a thud, while the towel that covered me hit the ground. I noticed slight ease in her posture, the way her shoulders went limp, losing their previous tension. The opposite happened to me, as I felt all that pressure starting to build up inside my groin. “Li…lick,” I stuttered, while my pubis arched forward, waiting. The thief looked at me with a faint smile, raising the corners of her lips. She was kinda cute, I thought at that very moment, then I gasped when she reached up, her mouth puckered, and wrapped her lips around my pussy. I felt her tongue sliding inside me, and her upper lip grinding my already hypersensitive clit. My fingers sunk into her hair, trying to imprint the rhythm that my things were craving. She complied immediately, her motion mimicking mine, her lips becoming bolder and her tongue digging deeper into my swollen pussy.

“Honey! I didn’t know that we had guests.”

I was so taken away that I completely missed my husband coming home, opening the door, walking into the living room, and standing behind me while… The thief was not. She knew exactly what was happening.

“Do, not, move!” I hear the tremble in my husband’s voice, and a renewed excitement takes a firm hold of me. I feel him approaching and I hear him unzipping his pants. The thief in front keeps nibbling at my pussy, licking my clit, and slurping on my folds while my husband’s cock slides into my asshole, stretching it, filling it. I take him, all, into me, and press the thief’s head against my pussy as I cum, like never before.