Overnight Guest, Part One

It was late. Cheryl (my wife) and Mary (our next-door neighbor) had been out most of the evening. Mary’s husband was away on business and I’d volunteered to watch her son for the evening. Cheryl and I thought she could use a little cheering up.

Mary was 24 and some kind of hot. Shoulder length brown hair, slender but curvy and she had the sweetest way about her. You liked her immediately and she was such a friendly woman. We’d lived next door to her and her husband, Hector for about 7 or 8 months. A couple of times, we’d had them over for dinner or a cook out.

Mary liked short skirts and seemed to want to show her natural beauty off. She had small, pert tits and a tight, great-looking ass. She was a bit of a flirt on occasion but lately had seemed down in the dumps. Cheryl and I figured it was because Hector was away so much.

Well, I had been the good sport but it was pushing two in the morning and my fun meter was just about pegged. I was checking out the window for about the hundredth time when they finally came rolling in. Both women were very, very drunk. They were laughing and leaning on each other and made a big fuss over me for being such a good guy and letting them get out and let their hair down a little. Cheryl gave me a big kiss and as my hand was sliding down her back, Mary moved in close hugging Cheryl from behind. It was friendly and fun and nice. I especially enjoyed the fact that the back of my hand, now on Cheryl’s beautiful ass, was pressed into Mary’s crotch. Mary either didn’t notice or didn’t care but I certainly was enjoying the attention!

We eased apart. It was over that quick. Cheryl was smiling and pulling me toward the bedroom. She and Mary had already decided that there was no reason to wake Mary’s son and no reason for Mary to go home to an empty house.

“I’ll sleep right here on the couch. I’ll be out in just a minute or two anyway,” said Mary.

Cheryl threw her some blankets and a pillow and said, “I have got to get to bed.”

“I had a great time tonight. Thanks, Cheryl.” said our drunken houseguest. “Good night, guys!”

I had on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Cheryl was pulling her clothes off all the way to our room, trailing shoes and dress and camisole and panties all over the floor. She leaned on me for support and slurred, “Time for your reward!” She went to her knees right there in the doorway not twenty feet from Mary (but just around the corner) and pulled my dick out. “Just what I need!” she said, rolling her tongue over the end of my hardening cock. Cheryl is a superb sex partner and a world-class blowjob expert. Wet, soft, sucking, licking, hungry, her hands were pulling on my ass then cradling my balls. I was in heaven. Cheryl’s long blonde hair cascaded over my thighs as I leaned back in the doorway. My hard rod was about three quarters of the way in her mouth when I came hard as she pulled firmly on my ballsack with one hand and slipped a wet finger up my ass with the other.

It was quite a turn-on, too, knowing that Mary was just around the corner and most likely at least hearing the whole thing. I could see the end of the couch from where I was and Mary could certainly have been seeing the whole thing if she wanted to.

Cheryl had cum on her throat and tits and was trying to get up and make it to the bed. She finally gave up and crawled across the floor. At twenty-two years of age, Cheryl was a beauty. Sweet natured, she stood 5’9” and had large tits and a trim waist. Two long, lovely legs that made a completely fantastic ass of themselves. Cheryl hated bras and loved to show off her tits. She was a true blonde, fair haired and fair skinned and had a lovely pussy edged in trimmed, soft, downy, yellow hair.

My plan was to enjoy my beautiful wife some more in our bed. I forgot to close the door. Covers thrown back, I moved against her naked body with a raging need for completion. She moaned — not a “come and get it, big boy!” moan but a “guess who passed out?” moan. I didn’t care. I spread her legs and entered her wet pussy. My need was strong but, hell, she was passed out and limp as a dishrag. I fucked her anyway and pulled out, trailing cum over the sheets. “Well, that didn’t quite go the way I’d wanted it to.” I thought to myself. I’d cum twice but I still felt unfulfilled. Do you know what I mean? I thought, “Damn, I sure wished she’d stayed with me a little longer.”

What the hell, I pulled a sheet over my sexy lover and pulled on my robe. I went into the kitchen to get a drink and make sure the house was locked up for the night. The lights were out. It was dark. I heard Mary stirring in the living room. She coughed. I filled a glass with water and went to the doorway. “Would you like a drink?” I asked. “Thanks.” she said. She drank about half the water and sat up, propping against the end of the couch. “Thanks for fixing it so we could go out tonight. It was fun. I needed that.”

“No problem”, I replied easing into my chair across from where she sat.

Mary leaned forward. “Cheryl really loves you, you know. There were a couple of guys hitting on us tonight and she gave them the ‘heave ho’. They didn’t know what had hit them. I have to admit though, we had been flirting a little but she certainly knows where to go when she needs her man.” A tear ran down her cheek. She was talking very softly now and I had to lean forward to hear. “I’d give anything to have that kind of love and attention. I get so lonely.” She reached over and placed her hand on my knee. She knelt in front of me, looking up and I automatically reached out and cradled her face in my hands. She leaned in close. I could feel her breath on my leg and suddenly realized just how naked I was under the robe! My cock stirred. I slid forwarded and put my arms around her trying to comfort her but getting aroused by her nearness. She smelled of perfume and soap and rose up on her knees as she accepted my embrace and folded herself into it. Now, both on our knees, face to face, she moved her mouth to mine. It felt like the most natural thing in world, soft, pulling, calming, then stirring. I tasted her tongue. I stroked her hair. I held her close. I felt her arms encircle me and begin to rub my back. We kissed again. My hands were around her waist loosely but hers moved in between us. She tugged on my belt and the robe opened a bit. She put her arms around me inside the robe and pressed herself close. It was a deep, intense, beautiful moment. She needed comfort. I wanted to comfort her. Both of us felt the need to be closer. She pushed my shoulders back and I was leaning against my chair. She straightened up a little and unbuttoned her blouse and put it behind her on the couch. Next went the bra. She never took her eyes from mine and I was hopelessly lost in her gaze. She put out her hands and stood up, pulling me from the floor with those deep, gazing eyes. I forgot to breathe. I gasped as we came slowly, gently together again. Somehow on the way up, her skirt and panties had ended up around her ankles. She stepped out of them. Not a word. Just eyes. I gently picked her up. She was light as a feather. She was warm and soft and willing and I laid her back on the couch and moved between her legs. She arched her back and reached for my cock, guiding it in. She gasped as I entered her smoothly and firmly. She was so tight! Once inside, I stopped moving. I filled her completely. She began to rock her hips and I picked up the motion. I pulled her upright, still buried to the hilt and lifted her enough so she was sitting, facing me, her legs around my hips. Face to face, close enough to exchange breath, I began to move. She rocked with me and rolled her head back, her chin pointed up in the air. I leaned forward and sampled her breasts. She had puffy nipples. They were stiff from arousal but puffy at the same time. Her breasts were firm and I kiss
ed and licked them as she moaned and contracted that unbel
ievably tight pussy. It went on like that for about eight or ten minutes. No hurry, just intense feeling. I don’t think I’ve ever been that hard.

Mary leaned back to me and pushed my shoulders back, back, until I was lying on the couch and she was sitting on top of me. She teased my face with her tits. She began to grind her impaled pussy hard against me. Her pussy contracted, released, contracted, again and again. Her hands roamed all over my chest. I played with her flat stomach and arched my back, raising her in the air so I could reach her firm, little ass. She bounced and began to flail and put everything she had into fucking me.

I came. I kept fucking anyway. I stayed hard and Mary threw herself roughly down on me as she came as well. I couldn’t breathe. I could’ve died happy right then. We were sweaty and slippery and satisfied. We were as close as two people can get.

I held her. Still inside her, I began to kiss her gently. She kissed me back softly but insistently. Mary was happy and we fell asleep just like that with her lying on top of me.

I woke up a little later and covered Mary with a blanket and folded her clothes. I went to bed and snuggled against Cheryl and drifted off. The next morning… Well, I’ll tell you what happened the next morning in Chapter Two.