Erotic Fiction
Yeehaw — Reverse Cowgirl Frolics
Part 4: The need in me began to grow, so without saying a word, I stood up and raised my skirt.
The characters — Kate and Pete — appeared thrice recently. First as neighbors who got down and dirty in the pub toilets. Then, a sneaky Christmas handjob. Followed by Kate’s Revenge Sex.
This is the final part and can be read as a stand alone.
Looking over, I saw Pete and the blonde staring over at us. What the fuck. I hadn’t even cum!
The blonde grabbed Pete’s arm and coaxed him away from the scene of my crime! And would you believe it, Mike paid no mind to what was going on and continued to drive his cock home. Finally, he sighed heavily and slumped forward onto me.
I managed to wriggle free and without a goodbye took to my feet and ran the half mile home. I was ashamed, angry, and it has to be said semi-aroused. After all, I’d been fucking this reasonably hot guy less than fifteen minutes ago and needed sexual release.
I was about to jump in the shower and clean up with my favourite dildo when the doorbell rang. It was late but thinking it may be important I put the chain over, and opened the latch. It was Mike!
“Got your handbag and jacket. You left them at the club.” He raised his left eyebrow and half smiled.
“Thanks, Mike. Coffee?” Well, he had been nice enough to collect my things from beside the pool table.
“Sure. Make it black.”
We sat down and laughed about what had happened. Mike obviously didn’t know I had a thing for Pete, all he was concerned about was that his wife wouldn’t hear about me and him.
“You see, I don’t really know the guy with the blonde, so as long as you and I are sound, I’ll be off.”
I explained I hadn’t fucked him to break up his family. He jokingly offered me more sex. We laughed again, and he went home — to his wife…
By that time I was too tired to shower. I fell into bed grimy and smelling of sex and was taunted by weird erotic dreams. One of them played out a stranger fantasy of mine. I was walking along the high street in daylight, naked, when a random guy pulled me into his garden, pushing me down on the lush green grass. He opened my legs wide and kneeled in-between. His tongue slid along my slit, wriggling over my bud until I screamed out for him to take me, hard, now. At the very moment he unzipped and pulled out an oversized dick, I woke up writhing about the bed with a sleep climax — a wet dream. They are always welcome, but can be likened to having an ice cream without the chocolate sauce.
For the next few weeks, I didn’t really get a chance to go anywhere. The snow arrived, and my son took to walking to school with friends. I managed to catch up with my neighbour Jilly and get some proofreading done for a company I’d started working for, but like most people, I hate January.
A few weeks later, I was picking my son up from an after school club and bumped into Pete’s ex, Di. Still feeling pretty peeved about the blonde, I thought I’d be a bitch and ruin any leftover illusions she was harbouring about him. Of course, she didn’t know about my sexual escapades; what harm would it do if I revealed Pete had a new love?
“Blonde you say? Tall, hair landing just above a perfect arse, with a perfect body to match?” Di questioned me.
“Yes.” I almost shrieked. Damn, she knew. It must be serious then.
“Yeah that’s Mia. Pete’s sister. She came over from her home in Stockholm to spend Christmas with him.”
Suddenly, I felt like a stupid, wanton slut.
“Right,” I replied, pretending this information didn’t matter at all to me.
That night I laid awake until the early hours mulling things over in my head and trying to come up with my next wonderful move. Hopefully, it would be more impressive than getting caught aiding a guy to comment adultery.
Once I’d packed Jake off to school, I put on a brave face and texted Pete.
“Hey. Long time no see. Fancy comin over 4 dinner next Saturday?” Kate
SEND
I began perspiring. Mouth dry. Wondering what he would think when he saw me pop into his messages.
I didn’t need to wait long.
“Will your boyfriend from the social club b joining us? :-p”
I didn’t hesitate in my reply. Feeling braver. After all, he could have ignored me.
“Was a mistake. C’mon we all make them. I was lonely, OK — don’t beat me up for it. 7pm on Sat?”
SEND
I received a thumbs-up in reply.
A small victory, I felt, and began to look forward to the weekend.
As soon as I opened the door to him, my heart jumped in my chest and all my erogenous zones seemed to react in some way. Sounds corny, but I was burning up with desire.
By the look in his eyes, I think he felt the same. I sure wasn’t expecting what happened next…
“Look Kate. I can’t get you out of my head. I’m too old to play games. Let’s go for it. You and me.”
“What?” I swallowed back my shock. “Like together? A couple?” I practically whispered, so surprised at this new revelation.
“Yep. Exactly what I mean. In fact, as you’re a dirty slut…” he winked,“ if you feel the same, get on your knees and worship my cock. I’ve had to cope with a constant boner thinking of some random guy fucking you, and wishing it was me.”
He sat down on the easy chair, unzipped and scooted his trousers down. Commando as usual, his cock flipped out of his jeans. Happy to be at the party.
“What are you waiting for, Kate?”
Exactly! What was I waiting for?
I walked over to the chair, and with a short seductive dance, I discarded my blouse and bra before kneeling in front of him.
“I’m pretty hungry.” I rested the weight of my breasts on his thighs. “You’ll do for now.”
“Don’t be a cheeky bitch,” he groaned, pushing my head into his crotch.
That’s what I liked about Pete and me. The spark. The chemistry. We had something good. And I made sure I showed him how I felt, nestling my soft flesh and hard nipples against his tight balls. Then, as he fisted my hair back, I worked his cock. Lips massaging while my tongue made sure to flick over the sensitive tag that attaches his foreskin to the head. I slid my fingertips along his inner thighs, teasing, and glanced up at him. Yep. His was the face for me.
The need in me began to grow, so without saying a word, I stood and raised my skirt.
“No knickers. You dirty, dirty girl…” he exclaimed.
Turning around, I positioned my butt on his lap — reverse cowgirl style.
Pete wasted no time in grasping handfuls of my boobs while I angled his cock to sink right in. Fill me up. Make me whole. And then I rode him like a stallion. His hips bucking to meet my ass with each thrust. It had been worth the wait.
Holding on to me tightly, he finally let rip. Inside. Giving me his all. Letting me know this was for real. When I sat back against his chest, I knew I was in the right place. Pete kissed my neck, while I swooned slightly with all the feelings and endorphins rushing around inside my body.
Yes, perhaps this will be the perfect year.
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