1. Naughty Little Tryst


    Date: 12/12/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: Jinxy, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    out her strawberry blonde hair out of the messy bun she has up while she works, she watches Max ogle her. Seductively, she releases one button at a time on her shirt, revealing her bare breasts to him. Her B sized breasts, which she convinces herself are a small C are pale in the low lighting of the room, they almost look bright. Her white Irish skin always pale, no matter how much she tans. “Come and get it then, Daddy, stop talkin'.” That's all Max needed to pull her by the hips. The balls all skitter to the other end of the table as he lifts her hips up and removes her panties. Her skirt rides up around her waist as she wiggles closer to the edge of the table, ready for the assault Max is about to give her. Max takes one of the table's chairs, dragging it to the edge of the pool table. He turns it backwards as he straddles it, giving him the best line up to Wendy's pussy. Wendy has never been the type of girl to go completely bald down below, thinking it looked too young looking. She liked the tight trim, the softness of her reddish pubic hair as she fingered herself all those late nights she spends alone. Max likes it too because his wife lets hers grow wild and bushy, making it impossible to enjoy eating her out. Slowly Max let's his facial hair tickle along Wendy's thighs, kissing up to her mound. The delicate touch drives her passion for his mouth to cover her pussy to the point she wants to beg for it. He loves taking his time, inhaling her scent, tasting her flesh, ...
    which always tastes of her soaps and a hint of her sweat. The erotic mix can send a man mad with lust, if given the chance to get so close. Max hates the idea of sharing Wendy, but he knows he can't ask her to give up the chance at finding someone when he is married himself. Many times he has thought of leaving his wife, to run away with Wendy. He and his wife have no kids together. The two that she brought into the marriage don't respect Max whatsoever. Who can blame them when their own mother doesn't? His tongue wiggling along her folds, he caresses along her slit from top to bottom. Her wetness is already building, more than likely from the anticipation of his arrival. Wendy's legs pull up, resting on the edge of the pool table, her knees apart, Max moves forward, slowly he begins to suck on her clit. With a single finger, he works it gently into her, until he is knuckle deep. Gliding it in and out until it's slick with wetness, he pulls it out, adding a second finger when he pushes back in. A steady pace with his fingers, he flicks his tongue over her clit. Her arousal building, bucking her hips with his touch, moaning over the music, as she writhes on the table in a lustful state of passion. Deeper his fingers go, he curves them, hitting her g-spot, his thumb gliding up and pressing right under her clit, with his tongue moving desperately over the tip of it. Wendy's squeals are loud, as she reaches down and grabs a fistful of his hair, pushing him into her pussy further ...
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