My Lover Comes to Dinner

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My Lover Comes to DinnerI’d only been home 30 minutes when Sharon got back from London, steaming drunk. She’d clearly had a good time with her girlfriends, judging by the number of bags of shopping she had. Within 15 minutes she was asleep on the sofa, so I put a blanket over her and headed to bed myself.As I lay in bed I couldn’t help but recall the events of the day with Jen, and start to plan how I could arrange more time with her. On Tuesday nights Sharon went to a yoga class with her mum, and there was of course a week in August when I’d be home alone, which I would certainly make the most of. But I wanted to fuck her before then, and I started to think of the comment Jen had made about a threesome. I quite liked the idea of a threesome with Jen and one of her “pensioner” friends. In my dreams, I’d love a threesome with Jen and Sharon, with Jen and I dominating her, but that would, I’m sure remain just that – a dream.I heard a noise downstairs, and realised that Sharon was awake. I got up and headed downstairs to help her up to bed. She was stumbling around and mumbling something that I couldn’t make out. I got her upstairs and sat her on the edge of the bed and started to undo the buttons of her blouse. As I took it off, I noticed a mark on her right tit. It looked like a small bite mark. She was too drunk to get any answers about it so I carried on undressing her. I got her bra off, then her jeans and knickers. I noticed her pussy lips were somewhat red and puffy – it was almost as if she had recently had sex. I’d save the questioning to the morning – I got her under the covers and then made myself comfortable and drifted off to sleep.The next morning Sharon had a blinding hangover. As I cooked myself a fried breakfast she had to make a couple of hasty trips to the loo to throw up. I didn’t have too much sympathy as I knew she wouldn’t have made my life easy if the situations had been reversed.After a few hours she started to brighten up. I was sitting in the garden reading the Sunday paper when she came padding out in flip flops, and new shorts and t-shirt that she clearly had bought on her shopping trip. She asked me what I had got up to whilst she was out shopping, and I (of course) lied that I’d spent the day doing nothing but laying around in the garden reading a book. “What about you, how was your trip? A few drinks were consumed it seems!”She told me how she’d met up with the girls and gone to Oxford Street, what shops they went to etc., and then they had gone for dinner and some drinks. She couldn’t remember the name of the restaurant or bar “somewhere around Covent Garden” was all she could offer. And yes, the champagne they’d ordered went to her head.“Did anything else happen?” I asked, watching for any reaction in her eyes. “No, not really” she lied – she looked away from me whilst answering. “So how did you get that bite mark on your boob?” “What bite mark? You must have done it…………………..no wait, it’s probably were my watch caught the skin when I was trying on some tops yesterday. I didn’t think anything of it at the time” She lifted her t-shirt and looked down at the mark. “Yeah, that’s what it is”.I didn’t push it, she was lying to me. Was she fucking someone? I wasn’t sure, but I’d leave it and follow up at a later stage. At that moment the door-bell rang and she took opportunity to rush off sinop escort from the uneasy tension that had built.Moments later she returned, and was followed by Jen. I had to hide my surprise at seeing her as she gave me a very sexy smile from behind Sharon. Sharon explained “Jennifer has asked me whether you know anything about electrics, her electricity has gone off. I told her you might be able to have a look”.Sharon was clearly trying to get rid of me, little did she realise I was more than happy to go where she was sending me. I said I just get some tools, and I’d pop around to Jennifer’s shortly.When I got round there she was waiting for me at the door. “I hope you can sort out my electrics Ricky” she said loudly enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear. I went inside, and as soon as the door closed, she pulled me to her and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth. “Sorry, I wanted to see you and this was the only way I could think of. After you left last night I couldn’t stop thinking about you. For the first time ever I actually masturbated as I thought about what we did. I had more orgasms yesterday than I’ve had for the last 10 years in total. But I’ll understand if it was just a crazy day and you don’t want to see me again!”“What are you on about………..I fucking loved it yesterday, it was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, and you are one very sexy woman. Of course I want to see you again – I haven’t stopped thinking about you. In fact I’ve been planning when we can get together, if you want to of course”“I do……….when can I see you then”“Well, Sharon goes to yoga on a Tuesday night with her mum – she’s usually gone for about 2 hours, and then she’s going on holiday for a week with her parents in August”“That sounds great. Is there any chance we could do something now?” She asked, with a sexy, mischievous grin“I thought you never ask!” I grabbed her hand and led up upstairs to her bedroom. “We better hurry, get your clothes off you sexy little bitch”“I love it when you talk like that………………I really want to be your sexy bitch”“Good. Now let’s fuck”We were naked in seconds, and as Jen lay back on the bed, I got between her legs and went to town on her pussy with my tongue. She tasted sweet, and as I slid a finger in to her I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue – getting a pleasing sigh from this sexy woman. I slid a second, and then a third finger in to her, fucking her with my fingers, whilst sucking and licking on her clit. It didn’t take long until she again tensed up as her orgasm hit. My hand was soaked with her juices – this woman had a lifetime of orgasms saved up it seemed.“That felt fucking awesome” she muttered, between deep breaths. “Now give me that hard cock of yours”. I moved up her body, kissing and sucking on the way. I lingered over her tits, sucking on the hard, extended nipples. I could feel my knob touching the hot entrance to her cunt. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in, my cock sliding easily in to her. She pulled me all in – I could feel my knob against her cervix “Fuck me Ricky, fuck me hard” she whispered into my ear.“No, I want you to fuck me Jen” I rolled off and lay back “Come on, climb on and fuck me”She stood over me on the bed, then crouching down, she took my cock and slid her pussy down onto me. “OK, I’ll fuck you like you’ve sivas escort never been fucked before”With that she slid herself up and nearly off my cock before plunging back down, her arse slapping against my balls. She did this a few times before dropping to her knees and then riding me hard whilst tightening her pussy muscles around my cock. I grabbed her tits, kneading them in my hands, and pinching her hard nipples. As I looked up, she looked so fucking sexy. She was fucking my cock like there was no tomorrow, and it felt great. And she wasn’t being quiet about it – if Sharon was in the garden, she may well be able to hear her gasps of pleasure.I felt my balls begin to tighten, and as she again slid her pussy onto my shaft the first stream of cum shot deep inside her. On the next downward thrust, a second shot of cum was met with an exclamation “OH FUCK!” and her second orgasm. She collapsed on to me, and we lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the moment. I couldn’t believe we just fucked whilst my wife was in the very next house.“I better be getting back, Sharon will wonder where I am, but I’ve had an idea……you’re electric blew because of a fault with your cooker. You better come to ours for dinner this evening. We won’t be able to fuck, but at least we can spend some time together.”“I’m not sure I can do that. Won’t it be difficult with Sharon there?”“It’ll be fine, and she deserves it”“OK, what time”We agreed a time, and I got dressed and headed home to explain that I’d got the electric back on, but that Jennifer’s cooker was not working as it was causing the circuit to blow. I told Sharon that I’d invited Jennifer to join us for dinner. She had no problem with that (it meant I wouldn’t question her about that mark again I suppose) and set about planning what she was going to cook.At 6 p.m. the doorbell rang as agreed. I answered it, and there was Jen, looking beautiful in a flowery summer dress and white flat shoes. She played along with the lie, thanking me for finding the problem, pissed off that she may need to get a new cooker etc. As the evening went on, she was really nice to Sharon, complementing her on her clothes, her food etc. She told us both to call her Jen, a nice move as I couldn’t then get caught out by my familiarity with Jen. She asked about holidays, and Sharon explained how me not getting holiday from work was a real pain and meant she had to go with her parents alone. She actually sounded like she didn’t want to go without me!After dinner we moved to the lounge and Jen sat opposite me. Sharon said she’d make some coffee and disappeared off to the kitchen. Jen and I made small talk about my job mainly. Whilst we did so, she lifted the hem of her dress. I stopped mid-sentence, my jaw hitting the floor. I mouthed what a naughty little bitch she was. She didn’t have any knickers on and was flashing her pussy to me.Sharon returned and the conversation carried on as we found out more about each other. Sharon was sitting at 90° to us, and therefore couldn’t see what I could. Sharon had twisted in her seat and had crossed her legs. I could see right up her dress, and of course the effect was predictable. I had to try and adjust myself without Sharon noticing I had a hard-on.Sharon excused herself to pop to the loo, and whilst she was out I showed Jen what she had done şırnak escort to me. She licked her lips and whispered “You like the view then.”“You are bad”“You are the one who invited his lover to dinner!”“Quick, let me have a feel”. I slipped my hand up her dress, and ran a finger along her slit. She was wet.“It’s pretty kinky sitting here, flashing my pussy at my lover whilst chatting with his wife”I dipped a finger in, removing it and tasting her juices.“You are so bad, now get back over there before your wife comes back”Sharon returned and things returned to normal. After a while Sharon turns to Jen and asks “When I am away, would you mind keeping an eye on Ricky for me. I know he won’t cook for himself, and I don’t want him easting fish and chips all week”. Jen smiled “No problem, I’ll look after him”. Little did Sharon know just how Jen would look after me! “It’ll be nice to have a man to look after, I miss being needed”.“Do you think you’ll ever have another man in your life?” Sharon asked.“I hope so, I have met a nice guy who has made me realise there is life still to be lived, but where it will go I don’t really know yet”“Well, any man would be lucky to have a beautiful woman like you. I hope I look as good as you when I reach your age”If only Sharon knew that the man Jen was talking about was me.It was about 9 p.m. and Sharon asked to be excused as she needed to have a bath and get ready for work the next day. Jen said she’d head off home, but Sharon told her not to worry “Stay and chat with Ricky, I won’t be long.”Sharon disappeared off, and once we heard the bath taps stop, Jen and I were all over each other, kissing and groping each other. She quickly had my cock out and she told me she wanted to finish the evening with a mouthful of my cum. I had awakened a sexual monster! My wife was upstairs in the bath and my new elderly lover was sucking on my cock – this was unreal. I decided to simply lay back and enjoy it. Jen deep-throated me – I could feel my cock touching the back of her throat. She looked up at me whilst she sucked – those eyes looked so sexy. The feeling was fantastic, as she teased my shaft with her teeth, her tongue caressing my knob. It took about 10 minutes of this attention to get my cum rising. My cum flooded in to her mouth, and she took it all, not a drop escaping, and swallowed the lot. I heard Sharon get out of the bath and shortly thereafter the hairdryer started. I still had time, so I got Jen to lie back. I lifted her dress, and started to finger her sexy pussy. I worked my fingers in and out, and played with her clit with my thumb. Soon she was biting her lower lip, her eyes closed as she came.We just about tidied ourselves up before Sharon returned. After a few minutes of general chat, Jen said her goodbyes and thank you’s and went home, promising to keep an eye on me whilst Sharon was away. As she walked to the door I noticed a noticeable damp patch on the back of her dress. I hoped Sharon hadn’t been looking at that perfect arse as I had been.“She’s a very sexy woman isn’t she?” Sharon asked“She is”“Would you?”“Would I what?”“You know…………fuck her………………if you weren’t married to me of course”“I haven’t thought about it…………………………maybe”“You would!”Had she heard us that afternoon? Did she have an idea that something was going on. She didn’t say anymore, so I hoped not.“Come on let’s get to bed, I’ve got a meeting in the morning and could do with an early night”, and with that Sharon headed upstairs.I took a few minutes to tidy up, wash up our dinner plates and coffee cups and then followed. By the time I got there Sharon was asleep.

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