My husband’s pal overstepped bounds, exploiting trust.

Lady Swapping Delights: My Husband’s Best Friend Blows His Load in My Dripping Wet Pussy

Y’all know I’m a heated milf, always lookin’ for some to-die-for thrills. My husband, he ain’t got the hots for me no more – spent all day at work, comin’ home exhausted, fallin’ asleep on the couch before we even watch to the good parts. So when my bestie suggested my husband’s bestie for a little wife-swappin’ action, I was all in.

The Setup

Now, let me paint the picture for y’all. We invite our good friend, Russ, over for dinner. Husband and Russ, they’re tight – did all that college stuff together, stumbled home from frat parties, you know the drill. Russ is a tall, dark, and handsome hunk with a hero’s proportions, handsomer than my own husband ever was. He’s also got a lubricous smile that makes my heart do flip-flops, and a reservoir of stamina that could rival a fuckin’ racehorse.

We’re all playin’ stunning, havin’ dinner, laughin’ it up like aged pals, when the whiskey initiates flowin’. Husband gets a little tipsy, dropin’ his guard, lookin’ a smidge jealous as I flirt with Russ. I slip him a wink, let him know what’s on my mind.

The Action

Russ doesn’t woman a beat. He excuses himself for a moment, says he’s got “some things to attend to.” When he comes back, he’s got that look in his eye – the look that says he’s ready to sex.

I lead him to the bedroom, lock the door behind us. Russ’s hands wander down to my ass, pressin’ into my bod, pullin’ me closer. He kisses me – deep, heated, leaving me yearnin’ for more. I pull away, reachin’ for Russ’s belt, unzinin’ him, lettin’ his hard phallus spring to life.

I take him in my mouth, feelin’ his length against the back of my throat, groanin’ as I deepthroat him. He longings a handful of my hair, fuckin’ my mouth, makin’ me choke and gag as he pounds my face.

The Shoot

I lead Russ to the bed, spread my legs wide, hopin’ he’ll take my cue. He doesn’t let me down, latchin’ onto my boobs, suckin’ and pinchin’ them, makin’ them sore and achy in the best fuckin’ way. He reaches between my legs, rubbin’ my clit, makin’ me moan like a goddamn banshee.

He jumps on top of me, shoves his carnal penis inside me, fillin’ me up in a way my husband never could. He fucks me hard, fast, and rough, my walls ringin’ out as I scream for more. Russ pulls out, shoves his shaft into my mouth – I choke on his coming, swallowin’ every drop.

The End

I wipe Russ’s ejaculate from my mouth, rubbin’ it onto my orbs, leavin’ a trail for my husband to unmask the next mornin’. Husband wakes up, sees the mess, stumbles down to the kitchen, pours himself a glass of whiskey. He stumbles into the bedroom, sees Russ and I snugglin’ together, fuckin’ smiles on our faces like we just won the goddamn lottery.

Zenith Eating and Cleanup

I let Husband eat my pussy, swoll’ with Russ’s payoff, while he watches Russ humping me from behind. I let my husband taste his best friend, show Russ fill me up again before I squeeze every last drop from his member into my husband’s spoon. I laugh, hand it to Husband, say “There ya go, cudding – your slice of the pie.”

We all hump and baja blast until the sun peeks over the horizon. We’re exhausted, spent, sated. We retreat to our corners, lickin’ our wounds, waitin’ for the next time we’ll cross the line again.

I hope y’all enjoyed this trashy, saucy story – remember, don’t unmask wife-swappin’ adventures unless you’re an loving, and always practice safe bangibg. Happy bone-crushin’!