1. My French lover


    Date: 3/5/2017, Categories: Cheating, Author: hornylouisa, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    replied as I carried on preparing breakfast. He went on to talk about how good it was to run in the morning and smell the fresh morning air. I turned and put the plates on the table. Marco was sitting facing me, his legs slightly apart. To my surprise I could see his cock under his towel. I don’t know if he was fully aware that I could see it all. I could make out every vein. I sat on the chair directly opposite him and tried not to stare down at his towel. We chatted whilst we ate our breakfast. Occasionally I would flick my eyes down towards his towel. He told me about his home, women, and life in general back in France. He told me how the French were far more relaxed in every aspect of life and love. I was trying to concentrate as he spoke but I found my mind racing at the thought of his cock just there, staring me in the face. It had been a couple of weeks since I’d made love and I normally start feeling horny. I found myself wondering what his cock would feel like and taste like. Images ran through my mind of his fit slender body writhing against mine as we made passionate love over the table. He must have noticed me looking! He paused a moment and smiled at me. I looked back into his eyes but this time he had a glint in them. He smiled as he parted his legs slightly wider. He didn’t make it obvious but just carried on chatting to me. As I glanced again at his cock, it slowly began to grow before my eyes. Again I tried not to make it obvious I was looking but I couldn’t ...
    help it. It wasn’t long before his cock was rock hard and poking up against his towel. It had pushed the towel up and I had a clear view of his hairy balls placed on the chair. His thick shaft was strong, leading to the tip as it disappeared under the towel. I could feel my nipples getting erect and protruding against the thin white cotton of my robe. I glanced down at my lap. My gown had slid down either side of my thighs as my legs were crossed. You could probably just see the top of my pubes in the “V” my gown had formed under the sash. My top had gaped open slightly between my breasts showing a little cleavage, and yes my nipples were starting to go rock hard as they strained against the thin cotton. I was glad I had taken the time to trim my pussy that morning leaving a neat strip of pubic hair just above my clitty. It felt really naughty partly exposing myself to Mike’s oldest friend. I raised my eyes to meet his again, he was still chatting to me but found it hard to concentrate. His eyes studied every part of my exposed body. I remembered the story I’d heard. Mike had apparently got off with one of Marco’s girlfriends, and he had caught them making love in the bedsit they shared. I looked into those dark eyes. Maybe Marco was plotting some payback I thought as I giggled to myself. I smiled back at him again as I ate my toast. I could feel his eyes studying every curve of my breasts. I discreetly pushed them out harder against the straining cotton, I glanced down and ...
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