1. I Have Just Been Fucked Part 2


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: SirDuction, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    said my clit was the cutest little thing he had ever seen. Come to think of it I don’t think Tom has ever seen my clit. Well he has never said so and I haven’t ever seen it so I reckon Terry might be the only person in the world who has. “I don’t feel like a good girl, I feel like a very naughty girl just now,” I said, laid there with my legs spread out and a man using his fingers to find my clit. I would never have believed I would expose myself like that to a man. Terry just has a way of getting me to do things I would never dream of doing normally. Am I just wicked? Terry certainly has something going for him. I think he hypnotises me. He looks at me and smiles with those gorgeous eyes of his and my legs just open for him to fuck me. Anyway, he has fucked me again. It was awesome. He has the cutest, sexy arse. I could feel his balls every time he pushed his dick inside me. It took my breath away feeling it going all the way inside me. I felt so full, his dick is so thick. It felt so good. I knew he was going to make me cum. As I felt the contractions race through me my eyes flickered open and I saw the ecstasy on his face, he looked into my eyes and told me he was going to cum. We did it together. Terry can be so crude though. He says things that Tom would never even think let alone say. “Now be careful, don’t let your husband find any of that spunk in your knickers.” I mean, as if I would. Do I tell Tom about that? Do I tell him I was a good girl or a naughty girl? ...
    Chuckle. Hey, what if he asks if I had sex with Terry in our bed? I could lie about that, he will never know. I have already changed the sheets. I’m not that stupid. I thought hard and long about telling my sister, Mary, she is two years older than me. She always seemed very straight-laced. Although we are sisters we have never talked about things like that. She is married too, with two children. Her husband is called Stuart. They have a lovely home and Mary keeps it spotlessly clean. She is different to me in that way. I keep my house clean but I am not obsessive about it like she is. I could tell my friend, Jane, but she has a runaway mouth and the whole town would know before the day was out. No, couldn’t tell Jane. So I went round to see Mary today. I had to tell someone. When I told her what I had been doing it shocked me more than it shocked her because she just laughed and laughed. “You dark horse,” she said, “Come on spill the beans, was it good?” “Marvelous,” I told her feeling quite relieved at the way she had taken my news. “I don’t know how you dare do something like that. I wouldn’t have the courage,” she said, rolling her eyes. I did admit to her that it took a lot of guts on my part. “I bet it did, what is he like this Terry, is he good looking?” “He is quite gorgeous,” I told her, “and he is young and single.” “You lucky bitch,” she said, brushing her long auburn hair from her face with her fingers. She is very pretty, our Mary. She went into the Kitchen and made a ...
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