“Are you sure about this?” I asked her. It didn’t really need to be pointed out that Johnny, her husband, had only left the room for beer, chips and dips, but I still felt the need to state the painfully obvious, “I mean…”
Lisa looked up from where she’d just knelt on the floor between my legs as I sat on the sofa, my knees unresisting, as she pushed them apart, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him you were depressed because your team are losing, and I am just being a good hostess.”
She started to unzip my fly, and like a fool, my eyes flicked to the screen, checking the score in the match, barely noticing that the team I’d come over to watch was winning.
“And Johnny would be OK with that excuse, would he?” I asked the pretty blonde wife, who I’d only just met twenty minutes ago, tense with the thought that I’d unexpectedly walked into the centre of a marriage where sucking a stranger's cock was acceptable.
“No,” Lisa said frankly, as she aggressively ripped the button from my boxers and groped inside for my cock, which had gotten very hard, very fast, despite my best intentions. “But it might give you enough time to make it out of the front door before he can get his gun from the safe.”
“I…” but all objections died in my throat, as Lisa took the head of my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it like a vacuum cleaner, willing it to get harder in her mouth.
My mind turned blank, thoughts of husbands, guns and recriminations melted away; and my intended vocabulary rearranged itself as, “Oh – Fuck.”
Lisa sucked hard on my cock for a full minute, before opening her throat and going down on it fully; deepthroating me, and using her natural gagging reflex to stimulate the length of my penis.
I couldn’t help but moan, and it was a long guttural sound, even as I tried to suppress the volume. My hands acted unconsciously, stroking the back of Lisa’s head until my underlying ego asserted itself, and I gently held her head in place.
She came up off me, breathing deeply and smiling, “You like?”
I didn’t need to answer. My cock, which now stood as hard as a pole, spoke louder than any words.
“Hurry,” I urged her. The fact that I had no clear notion of why Lisa was sucking my dick no longer even registered as a thought when measured against the sensations of my buddy's wife actually sucking it.
She smiled wickedly, clearly registering the sounds of her husband completing some odd job or another in the kitchen. Rather than going down on me again, Lisa just started pumping my shaft hard and fast, in a practised motion that must have made her very popular with her teenage boyfriends.
“Oh fuck – oh fuck,” I moaned, unable to help myself, as Lisa pumped relentlessly harder.