I quietly pulled my rock-hard swollen tail out of the waistband of my boxer shorts. I felt my glans under my palm. Carefully, almost silently, I continued to stimulate my cock. When I closed my eyes, she was there again, very close. My breathing was difficult. Britta, she was in and out of our house for years. She was my wife's best friend and I had never seen her through those eyes. I mean the eyes and gaze of a lustful man.
That afternoon we went to the beach together for the first time. Tanja, Britta, our youngest Caro and Britta's daughter Mandy. The little ones played in the sand. Screeched, keeping the two women busy. I was lying on my stomach on our blanket. It was just inevitable that I stared at Britta's butt. No, I have to call him an ass. A bum is small and manageable, clear and not exactly what I dreamed of. Britta had a wonderful ass. A really big ass, an ass that made my cock grow.
I pressed my stiff member tightly into the covers. The sultry warmth and my thoughts that were buzzing around Britta's shaking buttocks captured me physically. I was sweating like a pig and the weather had little to do with my condition. Whenever Britta bent down, the fabric of her black bikini crawled between her ass cheeks. I felt my semen rise and spurt out. I didn't even move. The scorching heat and my insolent thoughts had brutally milked me.
"Come on into the water, Frank," Tanja called to me. "A little cooling off is definitely good for you!" If Tanja knew how hot I was about her friend and her big ass, I think she would have drowned me in the Baltic Sea immediately! But neither Tanja nor the others noticed anything about my condition. The women rushed into the waves with the children. Enough time for me to cover up my little mishap. I wiped the tell-tale damp stain from the ceiling with some Coke and one of the towels. Before the small group got out of the water, I had taken off my swimming trunks.
Tanja pouted, “why are you wearing your shorts, Frank? Do we want to go back already? ”I nodded and pointed out that I still had to correct some of my students' classwork. Tanja shrugged her shoulders, she admonished Britta and the children to hurry up.
Everyone reproached me, after all, they had been looking forward to a longer day at the beach. I felt very guilty. However, what should I have done? The front part of my swimming trunks was completely pasted up and I was also scared! I was afraid that my cock would stiffen again in Britta's vicinity. No, it was better because they were mad at my work anger!
We dropped Britta and her daughter Mandy in front of their house and drove home. Caro immediately ran over to the neighbors, because they had had a cute puppy for 14 days. Of course she would work on me again later and try to persuade me to buy a dog. I smiled and looked after our tomboy. The children were the glue in our marriage, without them ...? I shook off the arising thoughts.
Tanja leafed through a magazine and teased: “You, have you seen Britta's fat ass? She really shouldn't wear bikinis anymore. The big buttocks wobbled terribly and then these tight panties constantly slipped into the groove, disgusting. Britta thinks her butt plagued by cellulite is sexy. Dreadful! No wonder that she hasn't had an engraver for over a year! Who wants to look at this! She should take an example from me. A few pounds less on the scales and men would find them attractive again!
"Hm", I mumbled and this "Hm" seemed to sound like approval in Tanja's ears. I stuffed the blanket, damp towels, and sticky swimming trunks in the washing machine and turned them on right away. "Thank you, darling," Tanja whistled happily. "You are a real gold treasure and now get to work, I'll cook something nice for us afterwards!"
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In my study I thought about Tanja's hateful words. Personally, I liked Britta's extra pounds. The plump buttocks and her milk hangers had impressed me heavily. The tight bikini had excellently emphasized the delicacies of this woman. I was in love. Yes, I couldn't concentrate on anything at all. Again and again I had Britta's inviting back in my head. I imagined Britta on all fours. Painted me her butt circling for me, for me and my cock! The head pictures naturally made for a stiff. I was 49 years old and I hosed three times that afternoon. Britta had bewitched me, Britta and her hot, exciting ass!
The muggy summer night followed. I could not fall asleep. The heat in our bedroom was unbearable for me. Tanja moved restlessly. I usually looked at her little bum, jerked off and dreamed of more. But nothing was as it was anymore. I was stunned by the images in my head. Pictures that showed me and Britta. A hot woman who made my dreams come true. I sprayed off quickly and very hard. Cream pattered on my bare torso. Startled, I stared over at Tanja's side of the bed, but my wife continued to sleep.
I was breathing hard, my throat was dry, and I felt guilty. Was that moment the first step in adultery? I jumped into the shower and washed the traces of the first, sleepless hours of the night down the drain. My remorse was quickly gone. Tanja hadn't noticed anything. I snuggled up on my mattress and fell asleep dreamlessly.
Britta called us on Saturday morning. I wanted to get Tanja on the phone, but Britta interrupted me and asked if I had time for her that morning. "I", I exclaimed puzzled, "what can I do for you, Brittamaus?"
I heard her pearly laughter and then Britta asked: “You know your way around these newfangled televisions, you have one too. Can you come to me? I just don't get this baked! Yesterday they delivered this great device. I've been sitting in front of the tutorial for half the evening and the picture is still black. Please can you try That damn, shitty part, I may have a throat, forgive me my language! I could throw this damn machine out the window if it hadn't been so damn expensive! "
“Sure,” I replied, “does that have until tonight? Tanja wanted to come to you anyway? ”Britta asked me to come to her directly. Apparently her little daughter had read something in the program guide. A great, important children's program. In any case, Mandy had pulled the last nerve on her mother. Britta sounded badly troubled. Somehow I was even happy. Now I could go to her alone. Tanja wanted to go shopping and the hairdresser, she really needed fresh highlights. I didn't understand why. Her light blonde hair was already damaged by the scorching sun and the salt water, but that's just the way it is, women!
Tanja didn't worry about me. Britta had been her best friend for many years. It never occurred to my wife that I might be sexually interested in Britta. She found Britta too fat, a bit too chubby when it came to Britta's tone and me, she thought I was the most loyal and stupidest husband on the planet. So we drove on our way, my wife to the shopping paradise. I drove to Britta myself. To Britta and her buxom ass. Did I approach paradise too?
My cock twitched gently in my pants. Confusing emotions, like dancing prematurely for joy. I felt depraved and lost myself. I was addicted, I really wanted this woman. Was I getting what I felt like or was I making a huge mistake? Am I jeopardizing my marriage? For Britta, for an ass fuck or maybe even for a slap in the face? I wasn't a player, but I wasn't ready to wait and lose more years either. I finally wanted to experience it, live it out and explore Britta's wonderfully curvy body!
What was I so afraid of? I stood in front of Britta's front door for fifteen minutes without pressing the doorbell. "Frank, now pull yourself together, you're not a stupid schoolboy and Britta doesn't even know what you're up to. Keep Calm. Just ring the bell, old boy, put your damn finger out and press the button! "
I had just finished talking to myself when Britta opened the front door. “Frank”, she looked at me questioningly, “is the bell not okay, I didn't hear anything!” - “Uh, yes, that means no,” I stammered out, “I just came and hadn't yet pressed! "Britta smiled and said:" Oh, that's how it is! Well then come in! "
Halfway into the living room, I found out from Britta that we were alone. Her daughter Mandy did not seem to have great faith in my technical knowledge. She had worked on her mother and was now allowed to spend the whole weekend with her best friend. There, the child said, she definitely wouldn't miss this super-cool show. So we were alone! Providence or is it just a coincidence? I suddenly felt more self-confident, Britta, I, all alone in her spacious house and her cute butt bobbing invitingly in front of my eyes!
Okay, I have to admit, her bottom was actually only bobbing up and down visibly in my head. Britta herself wore one of her casual, baggy, oversized shirts. The part, box-shaped and much too long, for Britta's small stature, covered her beautiful ass. In addition, she wore trousers that were much too wide. In this elevator she looked chubby and a little misshapen. There was nothing to be seen of her really attractive figure.
Sure, Tanja was right, when you met Britta in her strange clothing style, as a man you didn't look a second time. All these years this splendid piece of woman's meat had come and gone in our household, but I had never seen Britta sexually. But now, now I knew what was behind her strange clothes facade and I would not leave without at least making a little overture.
Men are pigs. That saying never applied to me. I was a good fool, never looked after other women and never even flirted behind Tanja's back. If you leave the meat inspection out of the internet! I had found my place in real life, Tanja, the children, our cozy home, my job, which I enjoyed doing, everything had been harmoniously almost perfect for a long time. If it weren't for that inner voice.
For too long I had neglected myself, aligning my needs with Tanja's wishes. It wasn't just anal intercourse that I didn't know and still seemed to miss so much. For years there was very little going on in the marriage bed. Tanja was much less interested in sex. This condition began shortly after the birth of our older daughter. After our youngest was born, nothing at all happened spontaneously. Fucking once or twice a month, nothing more.
This wretched state was completely sufficient for my wife, but I was constantly hungry for sex. The only excuse I could offer was that I wasn't sexually challenged. I needed more, much more than Tanja would ever give me and I hoped to find a satisfying fulfillment with Britta.
Of course I could lie to myself, pretend that Britta meant more to me, more than a sexual stimulus that I intended to pursue. But, there was no trace of infatuation in me. My instinct alone had brought me so far. So I tried to give myself courage. It was nothing, meaningless, just a little sexual adventure if Britta would play along. Driven by suppressed desires, I saw Britta with the eyes of a starved sex beast. I wanted to fuck, use her hot ass, use Britta and let off steam.
Yes, men are not angels sometimes, but isn't that mutual? Many women also cheat and get what they need. Unfortunately, I have never met one of these species. I put my hopes expectantly in Britta, in Britta and her plump ass that drove me crazy!
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