Could I have helped it?
written by:
pussykat

This happened on Saturday, 23rd March 2013. I had a party arranged for my husband's birthday, and I arrange it every year, so it has ceased to be a surprise of late. He just knows it. I had invited 20-25 couples, primarily his and my close friends. It had been tiresome to plan and arrange the party, but the appreciation I get after it from my husband is worth it - and you guessed it, the appreciation is not through spoken words. It is sex...raw and passionate at the same time.

By 9pm, guests had started pouring in. As the birthday was on Saturday, I knew my husband would be home, so I didn't bother with a ‘surprise' party, so I invited everyone to come around 8 30-9pm. Around 9 15 pm, ‘they' walked in...one of my good friends and her husband. Why do I specifically mention them? Because the sight of her husband makes me drench my panties - LITERALLY!

He is a hunk of a man. Around 6'3", jet black hair, dreamy eyes, expertly sculpted body, and a cock....well let us leave that for later. I greeted them and he hugged and kissed me innocently on the cheek and my heart skipped a beat. ‘That is not how you kiss me when we are alone!' I thought in my mind. Yes, my dear readers, you guessed right. I have fucked my friend's husband, and many times, without her knowing. Now you'll think of me as a bitch, well you are entitled to your opinion, but what can I do? I can't help it when it comes to sex. I find a man attractive, I will go fuck him. When I am horny, I will GET a man to fuck me. Simple. So in my opinion, you can't get enough of something good, and I can't get enough of sex.

As soon as I saw him, I knew I had to have him. Risky with a party at my house? Yes. But higher the risk, higher the reward, and I was willing to take the risk.

Well we continued on with the party and by 10 15, everyone had arrived. The food and alcohol was flowing. I don't drink, so I was the most sober there, I suppose. I watched my friend's husband walk towards the kitchen, probably looking for more beer. I ceased the opportunity and followed him there. As he closed the refrigerator, I grabbed his cock by sliding my hand in between his legs from behind. Mmmmmm...it was a nice grip on his plum sized balls and long cock. I squeezed as he jumped in surprise and nearly tripped over. I let go and he turned around.

‘I knew it was you babe,' he said, smiling.

‘I was wondering,' I said, edging closer to him, ‘do you...maybe...ummm...want to feed my wet....hungryy...pussy with your...meaty cock...fill me up with your juice?' I ask slowly, licking my lips seductively between pauses. Then I slid my hand behind him, grabbed his ass cheek and pulled him into me. O yes dear readers, I felt his hard cock on my leg. His frame loomed over me, as he responded by lowering his mouth on to mine, and kissed me, biting my lower lip, and I felt his staff get longer and harder.

‘Yes babe. I will like that.'

His hands then moved to grab my shapely as, squeezed it, and slapped one ass cheek. No I was wearing VERY thin loose cotton pants, almost see through, and a white thong. So it felt as if he slapped my bare ass, and the sound echoed in the kitchen.

‘Okay. Let the alcohol flow some more and then I'll tell you where to meet me.' With that I broke away from him and walked away to the party.

People had started to dance to the music. I had some new Tiesto and Van Buuren tracks playing so the crowd was loving it. And as they were couples, there was a lot of ‘intimate' dancing to witness. I grabbed my husband and started to dance with him. I turned around in his arms and rubbed my ass against his manhood, feeling his cock get hard against my ass crack. His hands groped at my chest, making my nipples hard. Unknowingly he was turning me on for my friend's husband, whose name is Amir, by the way.

As I danced with my husband, I could smell alcohol on him and I knew he was drunk. ‘Good' I thought and smiled to myself.

As the track ended, I broke away from him and went to my bedroom to freshen up for Amir. It was going to happen soon. I redid my makeup, adjusted my boobs in the bra I was wearing, and pondered whether to take off my thong. I decided against it and after putting on some perfume, I went back to join the party.

There was talking, eating, dancing and drinking. A couple was making out in the corner, quite explicitly, and I went to them and offered them to go to a bedroom if they wanted. I didn't want a fucking orgy to start in my house. All those cocks in front of me would have exposed me to my husband! Without breaking the kiss, that couple went in to a bedroom nearby.

I searched around for Amir, sitting on the couch, his wife in one arm, drink in the other. Our eyes met and I winked at him pointed with my eyes towards the kitchen. He nodded and I walked there. As I gulped down a glass of coke, Amir entered the kitchen, and his hand landed on my left boob.

‘Not here honey, meet me in the powder room down the hall in 10 minutes,' I instructed him. I gave his cock a squeeze as I walked past him, and I swear it was already hard. He had been to my house many times as they were good friends, so he knew where I meant.

I walked out of the kitchen, and on my way, turned up the volume of the sound system, as I tend to be VERY loud when I fuck. I walked into the powder room, closed the door and sat down on the vanity top, waiting for my lover to come (or should I say ‘cum') to me.

Soon there was a knock on the door and I jumped off the top to open it up. It was my partner in crime, and I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him inside and slammed the door shut behind me. I pushed him against the wall and literally jumped on him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he supported me by placing his hands on my ass cheeks. Our lips locked in a passionate kiss, as I snaked my tongue into his mouth, only to find he had the same intentions and our tongues met halfway. Our tongues lapped at each other, and danced and entwined, in hot, lustful kisses. I fought to open his shirt buttons, wanting to feel his hard, ripped muscles with my hands. He put me down but we continued to kiss as I opened his shirt and sucked in his nipple, biting on it. He groaned in pleasure as grabbed a handful of my hair and encouraged me to continue. I treated his nipples with my mouth and tongue. I knew he had sensitive nipples and he moaned and groaned in pleasure.

After a few minutes, and keeping in view we were short on time, I continued down, licking, kissing and biting his torso, till I reached the waistband of his jeans. I undid the belt and button. His cock was hard down the right leg of his jeans, long and thick, going miles down his leg. I rubbed the length of his cock, and easily felt the ridge where his cock started. Ohh how I loved his thick, mushroom head. I unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down. His cock was peeking from underneath the hem of his boxers, a big droplet of precum on the head. I licked it from the eye and pulled down his boxers to free his straining cock. It sprang up, like a cobra attacking its prey. It hit me on my chin. I giggled at this, and then went in awe as I always do when I see his cock. I wrapped my hand around it, and it strained to cover the thickness. Thick veins ran along the shaft. Ladies, and especially any Paki ladies reading this, the average Pakistani man is around 5-6 inches, so well hung men like Amir shouldn't be let go if you get your hands on them. I certainly wasn't. He was my boy toy, my secret weapon to satisfy the burning desire which burns inside me sometimes to get an unusually big cock to open up my holes, stretch them to the limit.

I sucked his cock in my mouth, just to lube him up with my spit. He let out a throaty groan as I licked the underside of his cock. The blow job lasted only a couple of minutes, not because he ejaculated, but because my pussy wanted it inside. So I got up, and he pulled my pants down. He roughly turned me around and pulled me into him, his big hands cupping my breasts and kneading them roughly. He twisted and pinched my nipples.

‘Aaaarrrghhhh mother fucker. That all you got??? Harder...I want you to fuck me like I am your slut, your private whore!' I hissed at him. (I got a filthy mouth which gets filthier when I am having sex - anyone watch the TV series Dexter? Then think Debra! ;))

He responded by kneading my boobs hard, and squeezing my nipples between thumb and forefinger, making me squeal with delight. Thank God I turned up the music volume before. And Tiesto's track provided nice background music for us. Amir then pushed me towards the vanity, and bent me over the counter. He pulled the thong to one side, rubbed the thick cock head along my slit before pushing it inside.

‘Aaaaaaahhhhh,' I moaned as he continued to push his length inside me. In no time his meat was stuffed inside my burning pussy, stretching it to the maximum extent. He started to fuck me in no time, hard and fast, slow and deep, fast and shallow, fast and deep. He varied the depth and speed expertly to keep me on the edge, but not pushing me over, allowing the build up to gain momentum and intensity. My body started to experience little ripples throughout in anticipation of the explosion that was awaiting.

‘Yes baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, aaaaaaaaaaaaa---ahhhhhhhhh...ahhh ahhh ahhhh...aaaaaaahhhh...ooomphhhh...fuck fuck fuck...I am almost there...don't you...fucccckkk...inggg stop...right there babe...right there..' I hissed cum screamed at him.

‘I am almost there Maham,' he hissed in my ear, as he picked up pace and.....

‘AAAARRRGGGGHHHH...aahhh...grrrrrrr', he groaned as he unleashed thick strands of cum in my pussy. The feeling of his thick cock spasming inside me pushed over the edge.

‘AAAAAAAAHHHHH....aaaaaahhhh....aaaaaaahhhhh....fuck o gaaawwwwwddd fuck....aaaaahhhhh' I squealed as I experienced a nuclear explosion erupting from deep within me, engulfing my entire body, my body convulsing uncontrollably.

He continued pumping his cum in me, as we continued our fucking as we came together. When we recovered, he pulled his cock out. Ohhh what a pretty sight! His cock coated with our juices. I could feel my pussy filled to the rim with his cum.

‘I think we should get going!' I exclaimed and started wearing my pants. He got dressed as well and exited first. I arranged my hair and straightened my clothes and walked out.

‘Where were you?' asked my friend, whose husband I had just fucked. ‘I was looking for you. It is getting late and I think we should be leaving,' she explained the reason why she was looking for me. ‘Thanks for the wonderful party hun! See you,' she said, as we hugged and kissed on each other's cheeks in pure friendly manner. As we did this, I felt her husband's cum dribble out and slide down my thigh.