1. Tartan Blanket


    Date: 9/9/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: marlowe, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    his pants. He moved the untimely nuisance to one side and stared out the window. After a small buffet for family and friends at the local British Legion Club, Ellen, Eileen, Mark and his sister Eve walked the short distance back to the house. “We’ll not see Eddie or Malcolm until the pubs call last orders,” Eileen sighed. “How’s that friend of yours getting on Mark?” Eileen enquired. “I can’t remember his name. The one who moved to Ipswich with his mother.” “Andy Dobson,” he replied. “He’s fine, although we haven’t spoken on the telephone for a while.” There was a long silence before his mother chirped in. “I heard a rumour that his mother, Ruth married a man she met in Ipswich.” A lead weight suddenly dropped into the pit of his stomach. He choked back a lump in his throat. He said nothing. He glanced at his watch and quickened the pace. It was after midnight when Malcolm and Eddie eventually staggered back from the pub. After climbing unsteadily up the creaking stairs and an unnecessary clashing of doors and a few curses from Eileen, the house fell silent. Alluring images of Eileen’s tight little bottom and bouncing tits quickly gathered a space inside his head. With enough material for masturbation, he stretched out on the sofa and took his glorious manhood in hand. It was quick. It was powerful. It was messy. It was the perfect anaesthetic for an uncomfortable night on the sofa. A warm hand touching his arm and a whispered voice broke him from his sleep. In the ...
    flickering shadows of the glowing coal fire there was no mistaking the familiar silhouette of Eileen wearing nothing but a pyjama top and a pair of white panties. Ignoring the scrunched up paper tissues abandoned on the floor, she smiled and unbuttoned her top, letting it pool at her feet. “I can’t sleep with his snoring,” she whispered, pursing her bottom lip in an innocent but seductive provocation, his eyes catching a glimpse of the dark shadow of pubic hair hidden beneath her white knickers. “And I was missing my new friend,” she confessed, optimism flashing in her eyes and an ache between her legs, slipping out of her panties and sliding on the sofa next to him. Chaos and uncertainty rattled around inside his head, his tortured mind trying to evaluate a risk analysis, his heart and genitals doing the same, the acquaintance of an inquisitive hand clutching his growing limb and the heat of her breath against his neck brushing away the clouds of doubt and any futile attempt of risk analysis. The promise of suggestion and an expression of seductive foreplay, a flirtatious movement of hands and a hot mouth travelling south, peppering soft kisses of light affection over his stomach, tasting the salty evidence of his earlier eruption on his warm skin, coming to a halt when she felt the whispery curls of pubic hair and his throbbing cock brushing against the side of her face. A wanting woman with frustrated needs dragging her long fingernails over the rough skin of his scrotum, pulling ...
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