The housewarming had ended, Kevin was coming back in from escorting the last guests to their cars. He was in search of Casey, his wife. Her back was to him in their new kitchen.
“Mmhm, look at this here hot sexy lady of mine!” He exclaimed in his big booming voice. He walked up and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck, “You smell good, you look good,” his hands began roaming, caressing her waist, her thighs. The jean skirt and wife beater she wore had him hot for her all evening. Twice he caught her bending over showing off her ample cleavage and he had to fight the urge to give his guests a show. Now was his chance. He loved that about Casey, she could communicate her need/want for him with such confidence no matter who was around.
Casey playfully tried to get him to stop, but his hands on her breasts felt amazing, and the throbbing of his manhood pressed against had her warm and moist. “Mm, baby, Darlene, she’s still here, she’s…” Kevin cut her off, his hand was now between her legs, rubbing with love and passion at her clit, “Shh, don’t worry about her.” His breath was hot and heavy. Casey knew he possibly had a few too many beers, but she also knew she wore this outfit for this very purpose.
Darlene had come down from the bathroom just in time to hear Kevin tell his wife not to worry about her. Just in time to see him pull all eight inches of his magnificent cock out of his pants. Casey was bent down on the table, her right leg up on it, her skirt pulled over her ass. She gasped, but apparently neither of them heard her. She just stood there, watching. She watched as Kevin began to inch his way inside of her friend, she listened as Casey moaned.
“Ugh, baby girl you feel so good, I swear I didn’t think I’d make it till the guests left!” Kevin’s hands massaged his wife’s shoulders as he began to stroke her love canal. “Damn babe, you’re soaked!” Casey moaned, she had been wanting him all evening. She knew the shorts she picked out for him showed off his package, but she didn’t care, she liked to show him off in that manner. She was always certain to take care of him. She saw how some of the other women looked at and even flirted with him. It made her hot to watch. But now, here she was bent over the table, she had to put her leg back down, her husband deep inside her, moans growing louder, she was on the verge.
Darlene began to get wet. Shit! She thought, I shouldn’t be here! I need to go sit outside… but she couldn’t. Her friend’s body was amazing, and her friend’s husband seemed to know how to work it. She and her husband never did anything so bold, so uncouth, so disgusting. The kitchen table, of all places, with a guest still in the—Darlene’s hand was in her pants, rubbing aggressively at her clit. Casey had taken off her top, her bare breasts bounced back and forth as she pushed her hips back into her husband’s. “Fuuckk! Give it to me babe! Fuck me! Harder!!” Darlene’s other hand went up her shirt and she began to roll a nipple. To her utter amazement, Kevin stopped his pounding and turned Casey around. She sat up on the table and he got down on his knees. What he did next sent Darlene’s head spinning.
Kevin’s tongue danced with Casey’s clit. First he back to gently suck and slup. Casey waited anxiously for what was next. Boom!!! She exploded, gushing violently as her husband’s tongue worked a figure eight then dove inside of her. She gripped the sides of the table so hard the brown skin on her knuckles began to flush.
Darlene’s hands moved faster, harder. She knew they weren’t done. Kevin stood up and entered Casey again, giving her no time to recover. Casey tingled all over, sweat began to bead around her hair line, matting down her hair down. Kevin picked her up causing Casey to cry out as all of him abruptly disappeared deep inside.
Darlene was jealous. Watching her best friend get fucked this way, she only wished she and her husband could break out of their constraints, be this—this bold, this wild. She found herself being jealous of the tool that was bounding her friend into oblivion, wishing her husband was as hung, as creative. Her breath quickened. Fuck! She thought, I can’t let this go standing here in their new home. But she did, she bit her lip as an orgasm ripped her body apart. She almost collapsed, but she regained her composure and hobbled back into the family room.
From there Darlene listened as her friend Casey was fucked for another ten minutes before she heard the most beautiful sound, Kevin moaning and growling. She had decided to go back, and she was just in time to see Casey on her knees, her husband emptying his balls into her mouth. Her dark eyes glittered with pleasure as she looked up at him.
Darlene didn’t realize how exposed she was. Casey happened to glance over and see her, standing there. Their eyes met, and she displayed her salty treat to Kevin, driving him wild as she played with his creamy gift of protein, she smiled with pride and joy at her friend, who sheepishly blushed and backed away.
Darlene went back to the couch, hot, bothered, and embarrassed. She texted her husband Darren hoping he was close.