"I want to know how good you are... after all that practice."
Now a broad smile spread across her face. "Come on then stud." She lifted her beer and started back towards the stairs. I grabbed my beer, adjusted the erection that had sprouted in my pants and followed obediently.
When we got to her bedroom she motioned that I sit on the bed. "Your choice, you can take them off, or just unzip. You don't get a choice about lube. The glove is soft and you won't need any." She pulled the glove onto her right hand, stretching it down her wrist. "Come on then."
I figured that if I was going to get my cock out for her I might as well allow full access, so I quickly undid my pants and pulled them away. I was hard, of course, and even though my t-shirt fell down to my hips, it rested behind my erection and I was exposed to Kristi's gaze. She raised an eyebrow and motioned that I should sit on the bed. She got onto her knees in front of me, pushed my legs apart and reached for my cock.
"This is nice," she noted as her gloved fingers closed around me. "You have a nice cock here. I'd rate it... in my top twenty I guess, so far, on aesthetics. You could make the top ten, based on your performance rating." There was a jovial air in her voice, but I took her at face value. She pulled her hand firmly down over me a few times, not making upwards strokes, just running the smooth velvet over my length and making the skin smooth and soft. "I hope I haven't lost my touch."
"I don't think you have." I looked down to see her fingers grasping me and starting to stroke more rhythmically. I'd never been under any illusions about the size of my cock—big enough, but not huge—and was glad that Kristi refrained from detailed comparison.
I sat back a little and leant on my arms while she worked on me. The softness of the glove's texture allowed her to grip hard, but still feel soft and it struck me that this felt more like the inside of a pussy than a hand. Kristi looked up to see if I was enjoying it so far and I smiled down. Here eyes were wide and she now seemed to me more into the experience than I'd expected.
"I didn't know anything about giving a good handjob when I did the first one." She looked back at my cock while she spoke. "I learned pretty quickly after that I guess. I managed to make every one of them come."
I gave a small laugh and commented that I wasn't surprised. Kristi's grip was still firm and she had pulled a slight downward angle on my cock. I was already feeling good and all the signs were that I was headed for a sizable eruption.
Our conversation died as she concentrated on her work, seemingly in tune with my body's reactions. Her eyes didn't leave my cock as she varied her pace and length of stroke. I couldn't stop looking down at her gloved hand and the way it moved on me, bringing pleasure and pulling my balls up into my body as they tightened with the rising excitement. Kristi pulled down hard on my shaft, stretching the skin all the way up my cock and making the head bulge.
"These days I'd use my other hand as well, or maybe my mouth," she told me, "but I won't, so you get the full experience. I hope that's okay for you?"
It was probably an invitation for more, but at that moment I didn't care what she did as long as she kept stroking and let me come. Thankfully, she did. My breathing deepened as she gripped harder, pulled down slower and twisted her hand as she pulled up. I felt like I was on the brink of coming for minutes, and then the build up of sensations started to work up the muscles in my legs towards my primed-for-action balls.
The hot hurricane of orgasm hit my body in a powerful, pulsing wave. Kristi continued to pump, knowing I was coming. She squeezed hard with every stroke and didn't miss a beat, even when my come streamed from the end of my cock. She held me straight up and pulse after pulse of white shot up and splashed down. My legs shook involuntarily as the climax subsided and I looked down to see Kristi finishing her stroking. The glove was now covered in come.
"Well," Kristi eased the glove off, pulling it inside out, and placed it on her bedside table, "that brought back a few memories. Your thoughts, now that you've felt the glove in action?"
I fell back onto the bed and looked up. "Very, very good."
"I'd forgotten how exciting it was, with someone you didn't expect." Kristi slumped back next to me. "I was getting quite worked up myself there."
I said nothing, but instinctively reached across to place my hand on the front of her jeans. When there was no resistance, I looked over to her and pushed my and lower. She felt hot between her legs. Kristi's face turned to mine. "If you keep doing that... you'd better get hard again real quick."
We both glanced down at my semi-hard cock and watched as it twitched towards the ceiling. "You were saying?"
Kristi didn't say anything, but she got up on the bed, straddled me and brought her face down to kiss me. "Don't get the wrong idea," she warned between long, deep kisses, "I've never done this with anyone after the glove before, ever. So don't go spreading any new rumors."
I pulled her shirt over her head, grinned and then set about unfastening her bra to set her breasts free. By the time my hands were pushing at her boobs and pulling on her nipples she had nothing more to say. Kristi wrestled my shirt over my head and reached around behind to stroke my cock with her bare hand while I played with her nipples. Her breasts were bigger than I'd expected and were swaying nicely to my touch. I figured they'd always been restrained when I saw her before. I wanted to get my hands on her pussy though, so I eased her off me and let her lie on the bed.
I was giggling with delight as I unzipped her jeans and started to pull them down her thighs. Her panties were white, with a little pink heart right where I wanted to put my cock.
"You look gorgeous," I said to her, looking down at her with only the panties on.
"You've been pretty hot yourself today. All the time I was stroking you, I was thinking about what you'd feel like inside. Strange what a couple of years does for a girl."
I slowly pulled away her panties and revealed a closely-cropped pubic area that lead down a short, glorious road to top of her pussy. All around her opening she was shaved, giving me the best of both worlds to look at and feel as I reached out and started to finger her. That was a job I would never want a glove for.
The tips of my fingers spread her pussy lips as I ran them down the cleft. Kristi immediately opened her legs wide and my fingertips slipped in far enough to sample her wetness. I tried to curb my urges and be gentle but she was eager and brought her hand down to encourage my fingers deeper. "Save the finesse for next time," she breathed, "right about now I just need fucked." My index finger slipped into her as far as it would go. It was like sticking a digit into wet gel. Kristi's pussy tightened around my finger but the rest of her body relaxed with relief.
As much as I'd been at her mercy only minutes earlier, she was now all mine. I added a second finger to my probing and massaged her breast with my other hand. Kristi's eyes were closed and she was writhing around my fingers. I looked her body over, wondering how best to position her for what she wanted. Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed at the knees. I thought about shifting her further up but the thought of standing at the side of the bed appealed to me. I stood down, grabbed her hips and eased her over so that her butt rested right on the edge of the bed.
Kristi knew exactly what I intended and pushed a pillow under herself to raise her pussy a few inches. By the time I was standing in front of her, cock in hand, her legs were splayed and her pussy lips wide open. I positioned myself for entry, touching her pink, and gently leant towards her. The slight resistance to my entry was slick and tight, but the journey to heaven was relentless.
"How's that compared to the glove." Kristi sat up and grinned, impaled.
"Slicker. Warmer. Make that hotter." I kissed her and while our tongues tasted each other hungrily I withdrew a few inches and pushed back. Kristi caught her breath as my pubes pushed into her clit.
"Oh God, I needed this." Kristy sighed and leaned back.
I held onto her hips as I started to slide in and out. Each stroke was delectable, the rim of my cockhead runn
ing along her pussy and sending pulses of pleasure through us both. I felt her legs wrap around me and close, pulling me into her with each stroke. My hands slipped down to hold her sides as we rocked together. I kissed her forehead and she looked up at me. It was not the Kristi I'd known for three years—the one who sat across from me at family dinners and never seemed to have much to say outside of sports. This was a new woman, a new lover that was looking at me with a wide eyed lust that was irresistible. My strokes quickened as the look sunk in.
In her prone position there wasn't much she could do to help with our movement but as her climax got close she tried to meet my thrusts with her hips. I pushed her back onto the bed, allowing me to get deeper inside her. I could also use my fingers on her clit now, feeling her wetness spread between us and the swollen bud that was threatening to explode any moment.
Kristi pulled me tight into her with her legs as she came. Her hand went to her mouth and she sucked on the side of it as her pussy clasped me time after time. She moaned and I felt her pussy flush with a climactic wash of her juices. I'd stopped pushing into her but as she recovered she leaned forward and reached to grab my hips. "Keep going," she panted, "I want to feel you."
The erotic desperation in her voice spurred me to slam into her faster and harder now, feeding my urges as Kristi wanted.
It wasn't often I'd come twice in a half-hour, but being with Kristi was more than enough sexual fuel for my system. I pushed relentlessly into her until I felt the tingle of climax creep over me again. I didn't miss a beat as I came, pumping into her all through the climax and spewing more come, this time deep into Kristi's pussy.
I realized that I'd closed my eyes as I came and opened them to look down at Kristi. Her glowing smile was satisfied and intense. I stood there, slowly going limp inside her. She pulled me tighter inside like she wanted the union to last every possible second. I ran my fingers over her breasts again, down to her lower belly and then up to her cheek. I knew this was supposed to be a "no strings" event, but it was hard not to feel a connection with Kristi, in a way I'd never felt with her sister.
I didn't so much pull out of her as slipped out when I was limp. That was my cue to get back onto the bed and into her arms. Silence and skin-to-skin contact was all we had for several minutes.
"I didn't expect that when you turned up this afternoon," Kristi opened.
"Me neither." I laughed nervously. "We, eh..."
"Yes, we need to keep quiet." She kissed me, this time softly on the lips. "Wouldn't be fair on Carla."
"We were getting near the end," I admitted.
"Does that mean we can..."
"Sure." I ran my hand up her thigh and rested my fingers on her pussy. "Seems a shame to... limit this experience." I kissed her.
"Yes," Kristi breathed in my ear as she pulled me close. "Maybe I had to try all those cocks to find the one that I wanted to keep."
"I'm not sure you can keep mine. But I'd be more than happy to lend it to you whenever you want to use the glove."
Kristi gave a hearty laugh and sat up. "Screw the glove. I've grown out of that. I have a new velvet home for your cock."
The End.
A Friend in Need
Carly came off the phone after an hour.
"Adam has just thrown Emma out," she said, "one of his friends saw her in the massage parlour and told him."
"Oh shit!" was all Steve could manage.
"She's gutted," Carly continued, "I think she thought she could keep it quiet forever."
"That was never going to happen," Steve added, "What's she going to do?"
"I've said she can stay with us a while," she said, "Hope you don't mind!"
"As long as it isn't for long." Steve said. He liked Emma but she could be a bit too full on after a while. He did also have a soft spot for Emma, Carly had treated Steve to a session with her at the massage parlour not long ago. It was wild and passionate sex that Steve kind of wished they could repeat sometime. Still for now, they were going to have to support her.
For the next few days, Emma just moped around feeling sorry for herself. She did seem genuinely upset at this split despite the fact she hadn't been happy for most of her marriage.
About a week later, Adam came round and dropped the rest of Emma's stuff off, he refused to speak to her. This seemed to be the trigger for Emma to start to get back to normal. It was like the door was now closed for good, no going back. Carly convinced her to go into work that night as it would take her mind off it.
This also seemed to work, the girls came home that night giggling like schoolgirls. They were discussing clients they'd had that night. Carly had a man with the smallest cock she had ever seen, no more than 3" erect she said. Emma had a man that had actually came while she was trying to put the condom on. Steve was pleased, the mood around the house seemed to finally be lifting.
Carly got them all a beer from the fridge, as it was a Friday night the decided to stay up for a while. The discussion soon turned to sex as it usually did with Emma an Carly, they discussed all the usual things like what they had done, when they lost their virginity, how many partners etc. While Steve knew all there was to know about Carly, he was enjoying hearing Emma talk about her past. She lost her virginity at 16 and thinks she had slept with about 100 men. This number had almost tripled in the couple of months she had worked at the massage parlour so she was beginning to lose count. Steve was now feeling quite aroused but eventually decided to call it a night.
The next morning Carly went over to see her mum with their son while Steve enjoyed a rare lie in. He wandered into the bathroom forgetting Emma was staying and was shocked to see her in the shower. He apologized and quickly retreated to the bedroom. When Emma came out she put her head around the door to tell Steve the bathroom was free.
"You looked more embarrassed than me!" she joked, teasing Steve a bit. "It's nothing you haven't already seen though!"
Steve said nothing and went a bit red, he expected her to go but she stayed. Steve's mind was racing, he had a feeling something would happen here unless he stayed strong and refused. When they had sex with Carly's consent, they had felt a connection that neither had really wanted. This would be different though he thought, they had always agreed to never go behind each others back.
Emma then made her move, she dropped her towel to reveal her bountifully toned body, Steve could feel his erection stirring under the sheets. She slowly walked over to the bed and got on next to Steve.
"Don't say anything," she said, "I know we shouldn't do this without Carly knowing but I need you."
Steve said nothing.
"I need to feel wanted by a man who isn't paying me." she continued.
Steve made his decision and reached over to kiss her. The electricity between them was intense and they were soon running their hands over each other. Steve cupped her breasts and started to squeeze the gently while Emma ran her hands up his leg, getting closer to his now straining cock.
Steve let out a small groan as Emma's hand reached his erection. She slowly stroked his length at first while continuing their passionate kiss. Steve moved his hand from her breasts to her neatly trimmed bush. He slipped his hand in between her legs and immediately felt her wetness.
Emma moved her head down level with his cock and started to tease the tip with her tongue. She would swirl it around the tip and then take it in her mouth. He was dying for her to swallow the compete length but she made him wait. When se finally took him in fully she swallowed his length down to the stump. She really knew how to deep throat a man.
Steve stopped her after a minute as he could feel himself begin to come. He would have loved to have came in her mouth but really wanted to fuck her as well. He guided her mouth away and laid her down, parting her legs wide. Steve got straight down to it, her slit was extremely moist and tasted fantastic. Emma was coming within a couple of minutes, she had started to grind her hips onto his face now and her breathing was quickening. With a final huge buck of her hips
she came, Steve felt her juices on his face and watched her shake with the intensity of her orgasm.
Giving her no time to recover, Steve moved up and prepared to enter her. His length slid in with no resistance. It took Emma's breath away. Steve again passionately kissed her as they fucked, he knew this wouldn't last long so with a final push he came inside her. It felt like a huge eruption, he and Carly hadn't had sex for nearly 2 weeks so all of his pent up semen erupted.
Steve immediately felt guilty, he had now done the one thing he always said he wouldn't, he had cheated on his wife. He and Emma barely spoke once they finished, they both got ready and hurriedly left the house.
Steve spent the entire day racked with guilt, he knew he has to tell Carly as he took their vow to be honest with each other seriously. He really had put their marriage at risk and all for 10 minutes with Emma.
That night Emma had gone into work while Carly had a night off. They had arranged to go to their local pub that night and enjoy a rare night together.
"Is something bothering you?" Carly asked Steve. He had been quiet this evening.
"I don't know how to say this," Steve started, "I slept with Emma this morning."
A silence. Steve had to get this out in the open and felt immediately better for it. Carly however didn't react, she said nothing and even her facial expression didn't change.
"Please say something?" Steve pleaded with her.
"What do you want me to say?" Carly asked. "I'm just trying to get my head around you fucking my best friend again."
"I'm really sorry," was all Steve could manage, "I really didn't plan this."
"I believe you," Carly said after another long pause, "I suppose something like this was inevitable what with my job and hours."
"I'm not trying to make any excuses," Steve said, "I just felt like I needed sex and it caught me off guard."
"Look, I kind of prepared myself for something like this," she replied, "With our lifestyle it isn't much of a shock I suppose."
Steve and Carly continued to discuss this for the next half am hour. He knew he was a lucky man, Carly would have been week within her rights to just throw them both out.
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