Now he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I love his cock. It’s bigger than average but not crazy big. He got behind me. My head still on the bed. My ass up in the air. I was so wet he slid right into me. As soon as I felt him fill me up completely, I came again.
He started fucking me hard. Long hard jackhammer strokes. Each one drove my face into the bed. I grunted with each stroke. As he pulled back my body was yelling for him to shove it back in me. I was loving it.
“So seeing Alison’s pussy gets you this excited,” I panted. Then these words came out. “I may have to make sure you see it more often.”
Somehow, that thought, made me cum again.
Now I wanted him to cum.
“That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Alison’s cute little pussy get you all excited? That’s ok. You can take it out on my pussy. Your pussy. You can fuck your pussy anytime you want. She gets you hot and bothered. I will take your cock anywhere. What do you think she’d say if we started to fuck in front of her.”
With that, he stiffened up. I could feel his cock pulse as hot cum shot inside my pussy. I came.
We both collapsed on the bed, mostly dressed, sweating, and smelling like sex. I knelt over him and took his cock in my mouth. I loved the way it tasted after we fucked. My pussy juices, his cum, it smelled like sex. I licked him clean.
All of a sudden I had a thought. “I wonder how loud we were?” I asked.
Alison was staying in the room right next to ours. How embarrassing would it be if she’d heard us. Neither of us were ready for bed. We changed to our hang around wear and headed for the living room. I couldn’t tell if we smelled like sex or if cleaning up my husband’s cock just got that flavor and scent stuck in my nose, but to me everything smelled like sex.
We walked into the living room. Alison was on the couch. That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual is that this time she wasn’t wearing one of my husband’s t shirts. She was wearing hers. It came to about mid butt. She was wearing a cute pair of boy shorts that showed a lot of ass cheek. I had to admit, she looked adorable.
Neither of us commented. I’m not sure what we would have said. She said hi like nothing was different. She moved to make room for us on the couch. As she often did, she leaned against me. She smiled at me.
That night I asked him what he thought was up. He had no idea. Just like a man.
Over the next week, this became standard dress for her when she woke up or was ready for bed. Different T shirts, some didn’t cover her but, some 1/2 way down. Always with a cute pair of boyshorts or bikini panties. Nothing else changed.
One morning I was getting dressed. I was in my panties when I realized I forgot to turn the coffee on. I pulled on a T shirt and went to the kitchen. Alison was there.
“Hey there,” she said. She looked at me in my panties and T and said, ” that’s a much better look than those sweat shorts.”
I just said thanks. We had a little small talk and I headed off to get dressed for work. I couldn’t get what Alison said off my mind. When I got to work I texted my husband and told him what happened.
Then I asked “Would you like me dressed more like Alison in the evening?”
“Yes.”
“LOL, you don’t have to think about it?”
“Nope.”
I ended with “I love you.”
“I am yours forever,” he replied.
That night was a perfectly normal dinner. After dinner I went to change. I reached for my shorts. I looked in the mirror. I was wearing a cute lacy pair of boy shorts. They were low on my hips and covered maybe 1/2 my ass.
I thought of Alison. Then I wondered why my stomach had butterflies and I was feeling wet. I took off my bra and pulled on a comfy T. Then I went to the living room. Alison was already there.
“Oh my god, you look awesome,” she said. I wish I was as pretty as you.”
I assured her she was beautiful. “What makes you think you’re not beautiful?”
“People don’t look at me they look at you. I was never the pretty girl in school. I was always kind of awkward.”
“Well you grew up beautiful,” I said.
“Not really,” she said. “Please don’t be mad at me, but I’ve been trying to get you husband to notice me. I don’t want to steal him. I just wanted to be noticed by a good guy. He doesn’t even look.”
Ohhhh. … So that explained the change of clothes.
I laughed. “Oh trust me, he noticed.”
“How do you know?” She asked.
“Because he’s been fucking the hell out of me every night after seeing you.”
She started to cry, “I’m so sorry. I can move out tomorrow. Please don’t hate me.”
“Hate you? I’ve been getting fucked silly every night! I should be paying you.”
She looked up at me and smiled. She craned her head up and kissed me. Not quite on the lips but close enough that it meant more than a kiss on the cheek.
Then my husband walked in. He saw us on the couch. Two women he thought were beautiful, in each other’s arms, in their underwater on the couch. He just stopped. He didn’t say anything.