The look of shock on their faces I’m sure matched mine. Their regular tennis game usually took them out of the house for at least another hour and gave Jenny and me plenty of time to “swim and gossip”.

But apparently a scheduling mixup had left them with no court, and no reason not to come back for a dip themselves.

I really wasn’t sure what to do, given how obvious it was that Jenny and I had been quite busy since they’d left, and also obvious this wasn’t the first time. 

Our husbands, after gawking for a moment at Jenny and me, in mid-69 on the patio picnic table, looked at each other. I don’t know what kind of telepathic communication men have regarding sex, but without a word, they both started pulling their tennis shoes and shorts off. 

I started rising off of Jenny, but my husband reached out and put a hand between my shoulder blades as he stepped out of his clothes and moved to climb onto the (sturdy! Jenny and I had experimented) table in front of me, while her husband climbed on behind. 

Jenny and I were kind of frozen at that point – in guilt, embarrassment, and in strange aroused anticipation. Lucas twined my hair in his hand and pulled my head back. I stared at his rigid cock for a moment, knowing something new was happening here. Jenny and my ‘affair’ was over, but something else was beginning. I opened my mouth for him, looking up at his face. He stared down at me, and then raised his eyes to look across above me, I think to Noah. Nobody said anything. No expressions changed, but I could almost feel that stupid male telepathy happening, and my stomach flipped, but Lucas was already moving his hips forward.

Instead of pushing his cockhead to my lips, though, Lucas pulled my head back farther and plunged downward, right into Jenny’s open, dripping pussy. At the same time I felt a cock – Noah’s cock – thrust hard into me from behind. Jenny and I each groan loud in surprise simultaneously as the other’s husband’s cock filled us balls deep. Lucas let go my hair and moved his grip to Jenny’s waist, at the same time as I felt Noah’s hands grab my hips. Lucas looked down at me as he pulled back and thrust forward, grunting his pleasure. I stared wide-eyed back at him, gasping as Noah pulled almost all the way out and then fucked hard back into me.

Something else was definitely beginning here, but I couldn’t think about what it was as my husband’s friend pushed me closer and closer to the orgasm I’d almost reached with his wife.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.


    • Cassi Andra

      Where did you think it was going? throwing a curveball is fun, but it’s also fun to know what might have been expected.

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