Joe had always coveted Lydia from afar. She was his wife Gina's best friend and his uppermost fantasy whenever he needed to relieve himself. And he’d even gone as far as to visualise fucking her while Gina was bouncing on his cock.
Lydia had always excited him with her sleek black hair and oriental looks. Her firm body added serious fuel to his desires and Joe frequently wondered what it would be like to plunge his thick cock inside her tight pussy.
The scenarios he envisioned with Lydia became more and more elaborate and the thought of fucking her — whether she liked it or not — resulted in him shooting enormous loads at the climax his intense orgasms. Soon, his Lydia fantasy was consuming his everyday thoughts but he was realistic enough to accept that he would never actually get the chance to carry out his most intimate of desires.
Until, that is, the day Lydia's husband did him a huge favour by leaving her for his physiotherapist.
'Do you mind if Lydia stays for a few weeks?’ Gina asked during an evening meal. ‘Just while she sorts things out.’
Joe shook his head, slicing his knife enthusiastically through his steak. 'No, not at all. That's perfectly fine by me.’
Gina reached across the table and stroked his hand fondly. 'You are so understanding, and I love that about you.'
So, the deal was done. Lydia would stay while she got her head together and found somewhere new to live. The day she arrived with her suitcase, Joe felt like he would combust with sexual energy. On the doorstep, Lydia looked vulnerable — a little girl lost and on the brink of tears. However, Joe noticed that her attire wasn't exactly that of a woman in a deep emotional crisis.
Lydia wore the tightest of red mini-skirts, and it was quite evident that she’d decided against wearing a bra. Her protruding nipples on pert breasts were clearly visible beneath a clinging white t-shirt. As she walked by, Joe’s loins stirred when he caught a whiff of her perfume, a heavy musky scent.
Closing the door behind them, Joe watched Lydia sashay along the hallway toward the bottom of the stairs. Putting down her suitcase, she bent enough for Joe to see that she wasn’t wearing panties. A glimpse of her shaven pussy instantly aroused Joe and he fought the urge to unzip his pants and penetrate her right there and then. Wham, bam! Instead, he relished the feel of his hard cock straining against the confines of his jeans.
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That night, in bed beside Gina, Joe felt his cock stirring again as he recalled his tantalising glimpse of Lydia's pussy. Incredibly aroused, with his throbbing rod magnificently hard, he fucked Gina with such awesome power that she begged him to stop. But that only spurred him on and he pounded into her, thrusting and grunting, all the time imagining it was Lydia’s pussy he was pummeling.
As the days passed, Joe became convinced that Lydia was teasing him. On Sunday, she sat opposite him at breakfast and unpeeled a banana before putting it slowly, seductively into her mouth. She stared into Joe’s eyes and made it so obvious to him that she was imagining sucking cock — in particular, his cock. A couple of days later, she emerged from the bathroom barely concealing her frame in a tiny white towel. It took Joe a lot of willpower not to rip it off and ravish her.
It seemed to Joe that, day by day, Lydia's teasing got increasingly more provocative and he found it harder to deal with his aching cock — it seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal. He needed release. And he needed to fuck Lydia.
What really surprised Joe was that Gina seemed to be totally oblivious to her best friend's flirtations. In turn, that somehow persuaded Joe that he would be within his rights to teach Lydia a lesson for being so unfair to Gina. Playing the seductress with a friend's husband really didn’t seem the way to show gratitude for all her help. The more he thought about the situation, supplying some form of punishment for Lydia seemed the right way to go.
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Early one Saturday morning, Gina was unexpectedly called into the office to deal with a difficult client. As Joe watched his wife packing paperwork into her briefcase, he saw Lydia out of the corner of an eye. He turned to look at her and she smiled, her eyes twinkling. A satin kimono was the only garment covering her modesty.
Soon after Gina left the house, Joe sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and surreptitiously stroking his cock while he watched Lydia preparing a bowl of cereal. She’d clipped up her hair, exposing her slender neck, and Joe imagined gripping her dark tresses and pulling back her head. With that thought, his cock rapidly expanded into a mighty erection as rigid as an iron bar.
Joe rose from his chair, watching Lydia bending to retrieve a carton of milk from the fridge. She was so close he could smell her sex. Lydia was ripe for taking and Joe was determined to give her the thorough punishment she deserved and fill her pussy with his hot cum.
Joe looked down at the bulge in his pyjama trousers. He walked to Lydia and pressed his throbbing length against her back. She flinched and turned around, a look of shock on her face. That excited Joe even more — until she swiftly slapped his face.
'What do you think you’re doing?' she snarled.
Lydia’s eyes blazed with indignation and Joe thought that rather laughable after all her blatant teasing.