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The Welcomed Dinner Guest
Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories
furiously. He still held my hand and before it started getting awkward, I tried pulling back my arm, but he wouldn't let go. I quickly shot a nervous glance at Paul. Jerry followed my gaze and smile reassuringly. “Paul,” he said sounding serious, “You didn't do your wife justice when you told me about her this afternoon. Look at her man, she's beautiful, no, beautiful doesn't even begin to describe her, she's stunning.” Now I was really blushing. “You're one very lucky bloke,” he continued. Then he looked at me again. His gaze was more intense and I could feel my body responding to his attention. I didn’t need to look down at my chest to see if my hardening nipples were visible; I knew they were! Paul, who was beaming from ear to ear at the compliments Jerry was paying me, seemed oblivious to my physical reaction and Jerry, knowing exactly what was going on, surreptitiously winked at me and released my hand. At last I could seek sanctuary in my kitchen and when I turned away, I heard Paul speak. "I'm going upstairs to change into something casual. Can you make Jerry comfortable?" “I could do that and a lot more besides,” I mumbled under my breath and was surprised by the depth of my feelings. “Okay, sure,” I replied and without further ado moved down the hallway, smiling smugly and swinging my hips a little more than necessary. I’d automatically assumed Jerry would go into the lounge, but as I pulled the bottle of Becks from the refrigerator, a hard body came up behind and ... pressed into me. Large hands slid around my waist and moved upwards towards my breasts. As I felt strong fingers manipulate my nipples, I knew I should have stopped him but I couldn’t. Jerry’s expensive aftershave was intoxicating and replaced the delicious curry aroma in my nostrils. I threw my head sideways and felt his lips on my neck while agile fingers turned me on enormously and I heard myself moaning softly and willing him to go further. Then without warning, he spun me around and looked at me. Well, when I say me, I meant my breasts. I followed his gaze and gasped. Not only were my 34c's nicely outlined, but my erect nipples were clearly visible poking through the thin fabric and feeling extremely aroused I just stared at him. He raised a knowing eyebrow and smiled dangerously. He reached forward, and I flinched. I felt foolish. He was accepting his beer. Unfortunately, when our fingers touched, it felt like an electric shock passing between us and I almost dropped the bottle. With rattlesnake reflexes, Jerry caught it before it crashed to the floor and stared at me. I stood there feeling confused. “God, Samantha!” he exclaimed after opening his beer and taking a swig. “You're a fucking piece of work.” He eyed me hungrily. “What do you want?” he demanded harshly. “Do you want me to fuck you right now?” I did, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I could I feel myself getting hot and bothered. and bit my bottom lip. He smiled dangerously. “I bet your knickers are soaking ...