More Cream, Honey? My Husband’s Best Friend Fills Me Up With His Cream

And then puts it in my husband’s coffee!

“Honey, you want some more coffee?”

“Yeah, babe,” Thatcher said, not looking up from his computer. I picked up his cup, then bumped him with my hip.

“Hey!” he grunted. “I’m working!”

“Always working!” I muttered and walked into the kitchen.

I poured us two cups of coffee and opened up the refrigerator to grab the cream when I felt firm hands grip my bottom.

“I was wondering if you noticed!” I laughed. I had put on my short shorts and a flannel tied up under my breasts, the kind of outfit that usually drove Thatcher nuts.

“How could anyone not notice you in these?” A deep voice said.

I turned around and found a hand clamped over my mouth.

“Shh,” Nate whispered. “He’s still in the dining room.”

I moaned as I looked into the cool blue eyes of my husband’s best friend. Instead of being scared, I felt my pussy throb as he pushed me up against the counter.

“We can’t keep doing this!” I whimpered when Nate bent me over the counter. “He’s in the other room.”

“Then, you should be quiet,” Nate whispered and tugged my shorts down over my ass.

“Oh, God!”

I moaned as Nate dug his fingers into my pussy. I’d like to say this was the first time I’d ever given in to my husband’s best friend. I’d like to say it was the second time. But it wasn’t.

“How can anyone work with such a hot, little wife running around?”

“I don’t… I don’t know,” I murmured, and I didn’t. I’d never understand what happened to Thatcher’s sex drive., but he hadn’t fucked me for months.

As if sensing my weakness, Nate had stepped into fill the void… and my pussy.

“Fuck!” I hissed in Nate’s ear. “Fuck. Yes, just like that.”

Nate continued to finger me, working my pussy hard and fast. Over his shoulder, I could just see the edge of Thatcher’s computer as he worked at the dining room table. God! He was so close! All he had to do was turn around and he would see his wife getting finger fucked by his best friend.

The thought only made me hotter, and I opened my mouth to cry out. Nate clamped a hand over my mouth, and I moaned into his palm as my orgasm rocked my body against the counter.

“My turn!” he growled and lifted me to the counter. I watched over his shoulder as he pulled down his jeans, my poor dumb husband oblivious as his friend revealed his long, thick cock.

“Fuck!” I hissed when Nate sank the girthy shaft into me. “Your cock is so good!”

“So is your pussy,” he murmured, shoving the full length of his cock deep inside me. “So fucking tight!”

“Oh, sh — “ I almost cried out in pleasure again, but Nate covered my mouth and plunged his wonderful cock deep into my cunt.

He was longer than Thatcher and from this angle he could stab upward, hitting my G spot with hard quick thrusts. Fuck! He knew my body, knew what I wanted. Even when Thatcher and I were having sex, my husband never made me feel this good.

“So gmmf” I mumbled against Nate’s hand.

Nate slid his hand away and kissed me hard. Then placed his lips next to my ear.

“What was that?”

“So good!” I whimpered.

“Better than Thatcher?”

It didn’t matter that he was my husband’s friend, Nate could never resist feeling better than my husband. Superior. It stroked his ego even as my cunt massaged his cock.

“Yes!” I groaned. “Yes, much better!”

Nate buried his face into my neck, my words fucking his brain as effectively as his cock fucked my cunt. I felt another orgasm blow through me and this time I had to cover my own damn mouth because Nate was too busy filling me up with his cum.

“So good!” He groaned and pulled his cock out of me. I hissed as his hot, thick cum spilled out of my well-fucked pussy.

“What are you doing?” I whispered when I saw Nate grab Thatcher’s cup of coffee and hold it underneath my dripping cunt.

“Just adding some cream. Now push.”

I moaned, but I felt a wicked thrill as I clenched my cunt muscles and a stream of Nate’s cum flowed from my cunt. Nate held the cup under my dripping pussy, collecting as much of his cum into the coffee. Then, he placed the cup on the counter, mixed in some cream and hotter coffee, and stirred it all together.

A few moments later, I came out of the kitchen, holding two cups of coffee. Nate followed me with his own cup and sat down across from Thatcher.

Thatcher looked up, surprised.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were here!”

“Yeah, just thought I’d stop by.” He gave me a look with a knowing twinkle in his eye. “For coffee.”

He held up his cup, and Thatcher looked down, noticing his own full cup. I held my breath as my husband raised the cup to his lips and took a sip, drinking his friend’s cum, warmed in my pussy and squirted into his cup like milk for a cappuccino.

A cum cappuccino.

“Needs more cream.” Thatcher said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Thatcher said. “Other than that, it’s really good.”

I picked up his cup. I could tell that Nate was suppressing a laugh as I walked back to the kitchen to get more cream, the last of Nate’s cum still dripping down my thighs.

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