Ms Marca One Night Stand
Part 3 I couldn't stop my heart from racing the way it was jumping inside my chest; I couldn't stem down the tide of happiness that was racing through my veins: Thank god my husband was actually going to be away for a while, all week to be exact. It was enough for me to make do with. This morning while I was in the shower, my ears had been glued to the door and I'd overheard him booking his flight. It was scheduled to take off by 11:35 a.m. Before I'd stepped into the bathroom I had checked my watch; 08:21 a.m. , it had said. I couldn't wait for the hour to run.
I smiled to myself as I went on shaving my legs, my pussy, my under arms, any where I could fine hair that was not on my head. I washed my hair and used my water pick up my love hole to make sure I had it clean for my young hunk.
I shared breakfast with Tim, asked him how long he would be staying up in Denver , and even made a sad face and a cute remark as to why he was leaving me all alone in the house.
"It's this fucked up times we are in Marca," he replied while he sipped his coffee. "I need to go through their cost records over there and I can't trust anyone else. Nothing I can do about it. I'll be back by late Friday the latest, I promise."
”Tim sweetie, I know you got business you got to take care of, don’t worry about me I got this big house to take care of, go do your thing and I’ll do mine!” “Marca it seems like we never have time to be together like we were when we first married, it’s been a couple of weeks since we had any love.” “You can make it up to me when you get home Friday night, I’ll even shave my legs, knowing you are going to eat me!” Half an hour later we shared a kiss as I saw him to the door. He told me to be good; I promised to always be. He drove out of the driveway as I waved at him and watched as it drove away.
"Finally," I grinned, closing the door behind me. Up the flight of stairs I went to the bedroom and searched around for my cell phone. Scrolling through my stored numbers, I arrived at the one I needed and pressed dial. It rang a couple of times before a man's voice appeared at the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hi there Richard," I hugged myself and smiled. "It's me, Marca."
"Hey babe, what's up with you? How have you been, you had a good summer?"
"I'm doing fine. My summer could have been better if you had stayed in town and not gone home for the summer. You ready to start classes?” “I should have, could have seen you once or twice if I had stayed.” “Richard, I was wondering if by chance you can come on over to my place today for some fun. Will you be free?"
"I don't know. I had someplace that I need to get to --"
"Oh come on, Richard. Don't you go disappointing me today, please? You know how much I've been looking forward to having you again, ah I mean having you over again." My hand went down underneath my dress, between my legs and started feeling over my naked pussy. "Whatever it is, please let it wait," I said.
"You want me to come on over? What about your old man?"
"He's going to be out of town for the next few days. So what do you say?"
"Is it alright if I bring a friend along?"
I exploded with laughter. "Twice the fun, double the action bring whoever you want to bring, just as long as you're included."
"Alright then, what time would you want us to show up?"
"How about right now, I'm so horny for you right now I can't think straight anymore."
The voice at the other end laughed. "You're such a naughty slut. Alright, I'll be there in a few."
"Okay. Just don't keep me waiting."
We hung up on each other with a promise to be with each other soon. I fell to the bed, my legs thrown open, and began playing with myself. In my mind' s eye, I recalled images of the last encounter I'd had with Richard. I'd spent nearly half the day being with him, returning home later and told Tim I'd been with an old friend of mine back from my modeling days, when actually I'd been lost in Richard's arms down at the Motel 6 which wasn't too far from the airport where for the next two hours he'd had my legs hanging high in the air like some preacher' s hands while he'd gone ahead banging the living daylights out of my pussy. Never in a long time, nor in all my eleven months of being married to Tim, had I ever been fucked by my little dick husband the way Richard had; how come all this time I'd been trying to be a good wife I never known that young college boys could fuck the way he did? Throughout that last afternoon we were together before he took off for the summer, we fucked so much that my pussy was sore for days that when Tim wanted to get some, I'd lied again, telling him I was feeling too well. Since then I'd been waiting for an opportunity just as today was to have another go at Richard ... and this time he'd said he was going to bring a friend along.
Today was going to be a hot day for me. I lay there on the bed and moaned to myself as my fingers went on working on my clit; how I wished Richard was in the room with me right there and then.
The wait seemed to be for forever, but it finally came to an end when I heard my doorbell ring out. I'd spent the last couple of minutes getting ready; I'd even loosened my thick mass of jet black hair, letting it all fall down to my shoulders, knowing that Richard liked it that way. Under the robe I had on, I was wearing a silk teddy, with silk matching stockings and high-heeled pumps. I'd put on lipstick and makeup that gave me a slut like appearance; my heart was skipping with anticipation as I hurried down the stairs.
"Coming," I said, stopping to check through the peephole. Seeing it was Richard standing there with someone else beside him, my hand quickly undid the door's lock and let him and his friend into her home.
"You kept me waiting too long," I said, opening my arms and pressing Richard against my body as he hugged me. "You've got a lot of explaining to do concerning that."
"I'm sorry babe," his hands kneaded my ass from behind my robe. "I had to stop over to pick up my friend Otis here. Hey Otis, come here and meet a foxy lady, Marca."
"Pleasure ma'am," Otis shook my hand. He was just as muscular as Richard was and was it not for the fact that he bore a goatee beard and that his head was completely shaved, I would have mistaken them for brothers or something else. Will almost Richard is white, Otis was black.
"So, how about us all getting comfortable," I suggested, leading both men to the living room where I sat them on a couch and inquired if either of them would like something to drink. They both nodded their heads. I went into the kitchen and prepared them each a glass of scotch and returned to hand it to them.
"Will there be anything else?" I asked.
"Nah," Richard said. "How about you bringing that fine ass of yours over here," he patted the space between himself and Otis. "Let Otis and I get a good look at what you've got hidden under that robe."
That was just the right cue I was waiting to hear. I let my robe slip down to my feet and then came over and sat between them; I spread my legs and draped each one over theirs as both men began feeling me over. Richard gave me a sip of his scotch, making me feel more intoxicated and relaxed, as his hand then returned to groping my big breasts behind my teddy while Otis concentrated on my other breast, freeing it from where it lay and planting his mouth on it. Richard soon did the same to my other breast; I sighed and fell back on the couch, cradling both men's head in my hand, loving the feel of their tongue and lips nibbling and sucking on my tits as it sent double electric shock traveling all round my body. Richard's other hand went into my panties to finger my wetness, making me cry with unbridled joy.
"Oh God, I've been waiting for you boys to start this all day," I muttered with excitement. “So how about we take things upstairs."
"Yeah, I think that's best," Otis agreed, relinquishing my breast from his mouth.