I Fucked my friend’s wife after seeing her in a bikini

I Fucked My Friend’s Wife After Seeing Her In A Bikini

It was a sweltering summer day and my buddy Jake had invited me over for a barbecue at his place. I arrived to find Jake and his wife Lisa lounging by the pool, sipping cocktails. Lisa looked absolutely stunning in a skimpy red bikini that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her tanned skin glistened with a sheen of moisture as she laughed at something Jake said.

“Hey man, good to see you!” Jake greeted me with a bear hug. “Grab a beer and come join the fun!”

I nodded, my eyes glued to Lisa’s barely contained cleavage. She caught me staring and flashed me a flirtatious smile. “Hi stranger, long time no see. Love the new haircut!”

I managed a stuttering reply, flustered by her flirtation. We settled in by the pool, making small talk as Jake prepared the grill. As the afternoon wore on, I found myself captivated by Lisa. Her bikini top kept threatening to slip off, giving teasing glimpses of her braless breasts. Every time she stretched out to tan, her bikini bottoms would ride up, exposing the supple globes of her ass. I felt my cock stiffening in my swim trunks, transfixed by her sensuality.

As Jake went inside to grab more beer, Lisa sidled up next to me on her towel. “So John, I’ve been watching you watch me all day,” she purred, her fingertips lightly tracing designs on my thigh. “Did you like what you saw?”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Lisa, I… I mean, you’re just so… fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

She giggled, pressing herself against me. I could feel the heat emanating from her supple body. “Mmm, I like the way you look at me,” she murmured, her hand slowly advancing to grasp the stiffening bulge in my trunks. “Like you want to tear off my bikini and take me right here.”

My breath caught as she began to stroke my hard length through the fabric. “Lisa, we can’t,” I panted. “Jake is just inside…”

“He can’t hear us back here,” she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “That’s why I sent him in there, so he’d give us a chance to be alone.”

Her bikini top Surely there came undone in the back, the flimsy triangles falling away to reveal her milky white breasts. She guided my hands to her full mounds, sighing happily as I kneaded and squeezed. Lisa shimmied out of her bottoms next, baring her slick pink slit to my hungry gaze.

With a lustful groan, she pushed me back onto the towel and straddled my hips. Her sexesighted, soaking wet clit grinded against the bulge of my swollen cock. Reaching down, she untied my trunks and released my throbbing erection. It stood rampant and proud, weeping with pent-up arousal. “Godaddy, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Lisa moaned, positioning herself over my rigid shaft.

She sank down on me in one slick movement, engulfing me in her slutty, dripping heat. I cried out in ecstasy as her velvety walls gripped me like a glove. Lisa set a frenzied pace, bouncing on my cock with wild abandon. Her enormous tits heaved and swayed with every downward thrust, the creamy flesh jiggling enticingly. I latched onto a dusky nipple and suckled greedily, spurred on by her moans and cries.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard!” Lisa keened, tossing her head back in rapture. “Pound my whore cunt, make me cum!”

I gripped her toned ass and slammed her down on my cock, burying myself to the hilt. Her nails raked down my chest as she shuddered through a mind-blowing orgasm, her pussy spasming and clenching around me. The rhythmic squeezing of her slick canal milked my cock, and with a guttural groan, I exploded into her. I filled her with my thick, hot seed, pumping load after load into her eager womb until we were both spent.

Chest heaving, Lisa collapsed onto me, my softening cock slipping free of her semen-leaking slit. We lay there panting as we came down from our high, bodies slick with sweat and sexual fluids. “That was incredible,” she gasped, resting her head on my chest. “I’ve needed that for so long…”

I stroked her hair, marveling at the fact that I had just fucked my best friend’s wife like a two-bit slut. But the guilt was short-lived, washed away by the lingering euphoria of our tryst. I looked forward to the next time Jake would have us over…