Naked Joey

Floorboards creak as Joey’s large body moves across the room. If he notices us, he doesn’t say anything, he moves quickly, and I catch a glimpse of his hairy ass as she disappears into the bathroom. He doesn’t shut the door. He groans before we hear the loud sound of his stream splashing into the water.

Rachel slips down to the ground, and she pulls my arm. I move down to the ground to and follow her crawling body. She leads us behind the couch, and out of Joey’s path back to his room. We sit in the shadows and she smiles at me.

Joey comes out of the bathroom but he doesn’t go back to his room. We hear the sound of the fridge open. He must be getting something to eat.

Rachel and I sit closely together on the floor. She reaches and caresses my neck. I lean forward and kiss her softly. We slowly and quietly make out while Joey rattles dishes in the kitchen making himself a midnight snack.

I try not to focus on the fact that I’m making out with a woman when my wife is in the next room. Or that I’m making out with a woman whose husband is in the next room. I try to focus on the soft lips and playful tongue. I bring my own hand up to the back of her slender neck. While I want to move my hands down her robe, I resist for now.

Thuds of footsteps. We stop kissing. There isn’t the sound of a door opening. The squeak of a chair. The click of the tv turning on. Joey lounges in a Laz-e-boy on the other side of the couch. I open my mouth in surprise to Rachel, hoping she’ll have a plan.

From the devious look on her face, she has a plan, but not one that will get us out of the living room. She stretches out her legs behind her, moving from sitting to laying. She reaches into my lap, and pulls down the waistband of my shorts, exposing the tip of my hard cock. She looks up at me and smiles before wrapping her lips around the tip.

From her story earlier, I knew that Rachel liked to give head, and I wanted to experience it. With her mouth around the tip, her tongue came out and licked at the shaft. I wanted to moan. I wanted to praise her. I had to keep quiet and pray that her sucking wasn’t loud enough to reach the other side of the couch.

I lift my hips and slide my shorts down to my knees to give Rachel full access. She wastes no time working my entire penis. She silently deepthroats me confirming her lack of gag reflex. She is incredible. I want to bust down her throat, but I know that will cause me to groan. I deny myself the pleasure of coming. I hold it.

Rachel can tell I’m struggling. She’s doesn’t try to help; she sucks harder. It’s like she’s trying to get me to crack and make the first audible sound. She tongues my balls, and then sucks them into her mouth. I run my fingers into her hair, anything to distract myself from coming.

I’m so close. I’m so fucking close to coming. I grab her hair and pull her face away from my cock and balls. I can’t take it anymore.

Rachel sits up smiling in my face, knowing exactly what she had done. She loosens the belt on her robe. She pulls the top out to the sides, revealing her big amazing tits. One fingers encircles her pale nipple. She looks at me and raises her eyebrows. I know what she wants me to do. I just hope I can do it silently.

I lean forward and cup her soft tit. I bring her nipple up to my mouth. My tongue swirls around it. My other hand squeezes her other tit. Fuck they are great. I suck her nipple into my mouth. A soft “Ahh” escapes Rachel’s mouth. Hopefully Joey didn’t hear.

I suck, lick and squeeze her wonderful tits, working to get more sounds to escape her. She does a good job keeping quiet, but she squirms in pleasure. I finally decide to lightly bite her nipple. She gives a deep sensually moan. One that could definitely be heard across the living room. I stop, and wait.

We sit silently and listen. The only noise comes from the tv. I risk it and peek around the couch to check on Joey. He is passed out in the recliner. A box of Girl Scout cookies resting of his stomach, and his flaccid penis resting between his legs.

I mouth a whisper to Rachel, “He’s asleep.”

She moves her face right next to mind. Her soft lips graze my ear as she whispers, “I want you to fuck me with that fat cock.”

She pulls away, then lays down on her back, spreading out her robe. My eyes trail down her toned stomach to the light patch of pubic hair between her legs. Her pale thighs invite me in.

I crawl on top of Rachel. With my face hovering above hers, I whisper, “I don’t have a condom.”

She replies, “You don’t need one.” Her hand grips my cock, and she guides me into her wet pussy. My god. It’s been a decade since I’ve been in anyone besides my wife. And now I’m inside the tight pussy of my best friend’s hot wife. Fuck she feels young inside.

She grabs my ass and pulls me in deeper. She moans then bites onto my shoulder before she gets louder. I fuck her very slow and gently. After that amazing blowjob, I know I’ll come too quickly if I go any faster. Rachel doesn’t seem to mind, as she sighs into my ear. Her hands rub all over my back and arms.

I stop thrusting, and leave my cock all the way inside her. She wraps her legs around my ankles keeping me inside her. We make out as we grind our hips together in circles. We are so close and intimate as my chest presses against her soft tits.

After a while, Rachel breaks from kissing. She hugs tightly around my back. Her breathing changes, and she moans softly into my ear. “Oh dear Jesus. Ahhh. My god.” I keep grinding my hips and she comes as quietly as she can.

I move my hands down to her ass. I grab each of her ass cheeks and prop her narrow hips up. I feel like my cock is even deeper inside her now. I can’t hold out any longer, and I orgasm. My cock throbs and pumps cum inside of her. I breathe heavily into the side of Rachel’s neck.

I softly grumble, “Holy fuck Rachel. That was so much better than my fantasy.” Her legs still wrap mine so I can’t pull out.

Rachel traces my face with her finger, she whispers, “I think we have a problem. This can’t be the only time we do this.”

I look down at her pretty face. She’s right. I’m going to want to do this again as well. But I don’t want to have an extended affair, I already know I’m a going to feel so guilty about tonight. I ask, “How can we?”

Before she can answer, Joey snores loudly. She unwraps her legs, and I pull out. She says, “Let’s get back to our spouses. I’ll put my plan into action tomorrow.”