Liz is my wife's best friend. Oh, don't worry, my wife knows that I fancy Liz, AND that Liz fancies me too even though she is married. Sometimes, my wife and I role play, if you know what I mean. Anyway...
We visited Liz's new house, well, 'new' is hardly right. It is an old Victorian house, complete with basement which Liz has just converted into a utility room for now, but it will become something more later.
Somehow, whenever we are in the same room, Liz flirts with me, usually suggestive comments, but always, she will sit in a way that gives me a good view up her skirt. This day, she sat on the floor, facing my wife, with one knee raised. I could see her lovely long thigh and the white cotton of her panties.
Liz's husband suggested that he needed some things from the shops and my wife offered to go with him. (No prizes for guessing what THEY would get up to!) Meanwhile, Liz and I just chatted and flirted. Then a buzzer went off which was, apparently the washing machine. So we went down the ridiculously narrow staircase into what, in times gone by was the servants area of this old house. The walls were rendered back to the brick and it all looked very utilitarian down there. Liz said that the grand plan was to extend into the garden making this the dining room. In fact there was a large dining table down there already.
Liz unloaded washing from the dryer and folded the stuff up on the table. When she started folding up her underwear, tiny little thongs, and more usual cotton bikini style, I said 'You know, this would make a great dungeon. Imagine Steve leading you down here, blindfold, using this table as an altar and 'sacrificing' you on it. You, tied, hand and foot as the sacrificial virgin. Or, maybe he would just push you on your back and lick you out.'
The moment she turned from the table, well, don't ask me how, but I just 'knew'. I was on her in two strides and pushed her back onto that table. Her legs opened of their own accord and I had two fingers pumping in and out of her hard, and I mean HARD. I literally hammered at her g-spot while she moaned and then cried out 'ohh fuck. I'm gonna cummmmmmm' And WHAT a cum! She orgasmed really hard, and squirted over my hand. It was THE most erotic thing ever! I have never known a woman get THIS wet, not even my wife, and she can go for it at times!
So, unfortunately, Liz didn't have time to do anything for me. Somehow, I wasn't that bothered. I made her cum twice more before we heard the front door.
One look at my wife and I knew Liz wasn't the only one who had just cum!
On the drive home, there was no conversation until we got out of the town and onto one of those interminably long and winding country lanes. Then, I just held out the fingers that had been inside Liz to my wife, who smelled deeply and then kissed them.
The next thing I knew we were in a lay-by among the trees, and using the car bonnet for far more interesting things than covering up the engine!
I was right. Ruth had been screwed while 'At the shops', and as we drove home after our little bit of outdoor exercise she said 'Next time, I don't want to smell Liz on your fingers, I want to taste her on your cock.'
Can't wait for them to visit us in a couple of months time!