This is the second part of a story from college. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.
I was not sure what to do. Bruce really was a good friend and while I had not planned this or done anything to instigate it, I had just fucked his wife twice. Twice!!! I turned my small light back on and looked at Tracey's body. What a great body!!
She was laid out on display for me and I couldn't help but look at her some more. I sucked both breasts and she moaned, her legs opening as I fingered her some more. She responded and so did I.
In my best rendition of Bruce's voice, I said, "Tracey, get on your knees."
Tracey opened her eyes and she smiled. I could tell she was soooo damn *****. She rolled over to her knees and I finally got to see that delicious bubble butt stuck up in the air. I was throbbing hard and I got behind her, sliding inside of her pussy as I gripped her hips and started hammering it home. That bubble butt bounced so nicely and she had her face laying in the pillow.
This didn't seem real! She had looked right at me, though I swear it looked like she looked past me. Spreading her buttocks, I lightly massaged her anus with my thumb as I kept my cock pounding into her pussy. She had to be sobering up and had been watching her face. Her eyes had stayed closed, but every once in a while they would open a little and she would smile and close them.
Tracey pushed back against my thrusts and I massaged those big ass cheeks and her anus. I really wanted to fuck that ass, but I had already pressed my luck so much I knew this had to crash and burn eventually.
But, right then I was on a hell of a ride!!! I kept my thumb on her anus and finally pushed it inside s bit. She groaned when I did and I really wanted to fuck her ass, but I didn't think it be wise. Her pussy was so wet and butt was bouncing great and I knew I was going to shoot load number 3 inside of my friend's wife in a few minutes.
Finally I decided to hell with it. I was already in deep as I pulled my cock out. It was wet and shiny with the remnants of my other orgasms and Tracey's juices. I put it at her anus.
"Youuusss only get to do it when I'm dwunk," she said, slurring her words as I froze up at her voice.
I patted her bottom and pushed my cock down that tight sleeve of her ass and we both moaned. Son-of-a-bitch it was tight!! I took several long breaths, then pushed in some more of it. It was kind of awkward, but I put my hand under my cock, thumb sliding into her pussy as I tried to rub her clit and thumb her pussy. It didn't work out that well and I stopped but it had distracted me enough I was not going to cum in two minutes!!
Tracey had such an incredible ass!! Her whole body was awesome for that matter! My cock is barely over 7 inches and I think it is a nice cock because, well, its the one I got! Tracey had the entire length in her delicious asshole and she was moaning from it.
Each time she breathes I can feel it squeeze my cock and I thrust in and out slowly, enjoying the hot tightness gripping my shaft. Yeah, I had the thoughts going through my head, the memories of that day on the mountain when Ricky had fucked my gf in front of me (A True Story from 1984) going through my head.
I am not sure how long I fucked Tracey's ass, but it seemed like forever and it seemed like it was no time at all. She moaned softly over and over with the tempo of my body slapping into her ass cheeks. I remember gritting my teeth, eyes closing as I emptied myself into her ass. Kneeling behind her I held her hips with my cock inside of her and took several long breaths before I pulled out with a plop. Moving off the bed, she lay on her stomach. The small light was still on and I moved to the window, wishing I could look outside, but the tinfoil was tight against the frame. Turning I was shocked to see Tracey pulling her panties up over her hips and sliding on her shirt as she walked toward the door. I started to say something, but she opened the door and went into the hallway.
Running to the door, naked, I see her walking back toward the stairs. With a grunt I realize she is headed for the bathroom. She went inside and I was just standing there with something caught on my toes. I saw it was her bra and I picked it up.
A wild idea went through my mind. Grabbing my robe, I put it on and I scooped up all of Tracey's clothes and her sandals. I grabbed my room key and dropped it in the pocket of my robe. Stepping in the hallways I locked my door behind me and walked quickly to Bruce's door. Opening it ever so slowly I could hear him snoring lightly inside. Putting Tracey's clothes on top of her shirt, I slid them into the room and closed the door.
Running to the other end of the hallway I stood just inside the door of the bathroom there, the shadows hiding me easily enough. The low wattage bulbs burning in the hall kept it really dim anyway but I could see well enough to recognize a girl dressed like Tracey!
I was there forever. I finally decided Tracey had ********** on the toilet or the floor. Just as I stepped out of the bathroom I saw the arc of light hit the hallway as I jumped back in the bathroom. Tracey walked up the hallways slowly and her hair looked wet.
She had taken a shower!!
Standing there I saw her stop at my door and try the knob. It was locked. She stepped back and counted doors, then tried it again. I thought My God she is so ***** she is not even counting right!!
She counted the doors again, tried my door knob and then went to Bruce's door. It opened easily and I saw her standing at the door for a minute or two before it shut behind her.
I stood in the door for another 5 minutes. Nothing happened.
Elated I went to my room and quietly opened the door and went inside. I locked it back.
I lay in my bed forever going over all the things that happened and it was still hard to believe any of it happened. I just couldn't believe she hadn't busted me when we went to the doggy position. I could smell her in my bed and I went to sleep eventually with her on my mind.
The knocking on my door woke me and I rolled over, realizing I was still naked. Slipping on my boxers I went to the door.
Bruce was standing there and he said, "Hey, guess who came to see me last night?"
"Uh?" is about all I could say.
"Tracey," he said. "Let's go get some breakfast at IHOP."
"You guys want some time alone," I demurred, trying to sound really tired.
"It was her idea," he said. "I got some last night so I need some sustenance."
Well, come to think of it a meal would be nice! I agreed and said I would meet them downstairs after I showered.
Nervous?
Yeah I was really nervous but I knew I needed to get past it. Bruce had not seemed mad or like he was anticipating anything. I got downstairs and Tracey was sitting beside Bruce in our big room. They got up and she gave me a hug. The scent of her hair gave my shorts a stir and I quickly stepped back, blushing some but smiling mostly.
We had some very innocent small talk, then we took her bronco II to the local IHOP.
We had been talking about school and stuff. Bruce gets this funny look on his face.
"Tell James," Bruce said.
Tracey laughed and shoved him playfully! "No! I wasn't going to tell him!"
"What?!" I said, that nervousness coming back.
Bruce laughed. "Tracey said after she took a shower last night she almost went into your room instead of mine."
"Oh?" I said, trying to smile, but I am sure it looked more like a grimace.
"Yeah," Tracey said, her eyes meeting mine as I felt my whole body tense. "You guy's should put name plates on your door. That way people know which room is which."
"That's a good idea," I managed.
Laughing again, Bruce said, "James would have freaked out if you had hopped in his bed naked!"
"Yeah, freaked out," I said laughing, Tracey looking at me. She wasn't laughing.
"She would have been able to tell the difference," Bruce said, oblivious that she was not sharing our laughter.
"Maybe not at first," she said, "but I would after a while." She took a drink of her milk, staring at me.
We all laughed at that and Bruce feigned being hurt. My mind was racing and the words Oh Holy Shit kept going through my mind. Tracey knew! She had been coming back to room on purpose! Probably to get her clothes. Maybe to talk! Why did she let me continue to fuck her??
We finished eat and I felt Tracey's foot on my leg. I met her eyes and she shrugged. I smiled and nodded. She smiled back. Not sure what we were saying, but we never mentioned it to each other again. Tracey was 23 or 24 and I was 20 years old and I was mature enough to keep this secret the entire time I knew them.
They moved to California a year or two after we got out of school and as friends often do from college, we lost touch. I did find out later that weekend after she went home that she was off the pill and they had decided to get pregnant. I can happily say I did NOT father a child with her, but I did wait for the other shoe to drop for a while.
I never did get the answers to the questions I had above, but I guess it didn't matter. I did not want to get between Bruce and Tracey at all, though I wondered then and still wonder now why she let me keep fucking her after she realized it was me and not Bruce. Part of me speculates that she was already doing it and we did have a good friendship already. Maybe she was curious too. Whatever the reason I am glad she did and it worked out okay. I hope they are still together and she still thinks of me occasionally.
I was not sure what to do. Bruce really was a good friend and while I had not planned this or done anything to instigate it, I had just fucked his wife twice. Twice!!! I turned my small light back on and looked at Tracey's body. What a great body!!
She was laid out on display for me and I couldn't help but look at her some more. I sucked both breasts and she moaned, her legs opening as I fingered her some more. She responded and so did I.
In my best rendition of Bruce's voice, I said, "Tracey, get on your knees."
Tracey opened her eyes and she smiled. I could tell she was soooo damn *****. She rolled over to her knees and I finally got to see that delicious bubble butt stuck up in the air. I was throbbing hard and I got behind her, sliding inside of her pussy as I gripped her hips and started hammering it home. That bubble butt bounced so nicely and she had her face laying in the pillow.
This didn't seem real! She had looked right at me, though I swear it looked like she looked past me. Spreading her buttocks, I lightly massaged her anus with my thumb as I kept my cock pounding into her pussy. She had to be sobering up and had been watching her face. Her eyes had stayed closed, but every once in a while they would open a little and she would smile and close them.
Tracey pushed back against my thrusts and I massaged those big ass cheeks and her anus. I really wanted to fuck that ass, but I had already pressed my luck so much I knew this had to crash and burn eventually.
But, right then I was on a hell of a ride!!! I kept my thumb on her anus and finally pushed it inside s bit. She groaned when I did and I really wanted to fuck her ass, but I didn't think it be wise. Her pussy was so wet and butt was bouncing great and I knew I was going to shoot load number 3 inside of my friend's wife in a few minutes.
Finally I decided to hell with it. I was already in deep as I pulled my cock out. It was wet and shiny with the remnants of my other orgasms and Tracey's juices. I put it at her anus.
"Youuusss only get to do it when I'm dwunk," she said, slurring her words as I froze up at her voice.
I patted her bottom and pushed my cock down that tight sleeve of her ass and we both moaned. Son-of-a-bitch it was tight!! I took several long breaths, then pushed in some more of it. It was kind of awkward, but I put my hand under my cock, thumb sliding into her pussy as I tried to rub her clit and thumb her pussy. It didn't work out that well and I stopped but it had distracted me enough I was not going to cum in two minutes!!
Tracey had such an incredible ass!! Her whole body was awesome for that matter! My cock is barely over 7 inches and I think it is a nice cock because, well, its the one I got! Tracey had the entire length in her delicious asshole and she was moaning from it.
Each time she breathes I can feel it squeeze my cock and I thrust in and out slowly, enjoying the hot tightness gripping my shaft. Yeah, I had the thoughts going through my head, the memories of that day on the mountain when Ricky had fucked my gf in front of me (A True Story from 1984) going through my head.
I am not sure how long I fucked Tracey's ass, but it seemed like forever and it seemed like it was no time at all. She moaned softly over and over with the tempo of my body slapping into her ass cheeks. I remember gritting my teeth, eyes closing as I emptied myself into her ass. Kneeling behind her I held her hips with my cock inside of her and took several long breaths before I pulled out with a plop. Moving off the bed, she lay on her stomach. The small light was still on and I moved to the window, wishing I could look outside, but the tinfoil was tight against the frame. Turning I was shocked to see Tracey pulling her panties up over her hips and sliding on her shirt as she walked toward the door. I started to say something, but she opened the door and went into the hallway.
Running to the door, naked, I see her walking back toward the stairs. With a grunt I realize she is headed for the bathroom. She went inside and I was just standing there with something caught on my toes. I saw it was her bra and I picked it up.
A wild idea went through my mind. Grabbing my robe, I put it on and I scooped up all of Tracey's clothes and her sandals. I grabbed my room key and dropped it in the pocket of my robe. Stepping in the hallways I locked my door behind me and walked quickly to Bruce's door. Opening it ever so slowly I could hear him snoring lightly inside. Putting Tracey's clothes on top of her shirt, I slid them into the room and closed the door.
Running to the other end of the hallway I stood just inside the door of the bathroom there, the shadows hiding me easily enough. The low wattage bulbs burning in the hall kept it really dim anyway but I could see well enough to recognize a girl dressed like Tracey!
I was there forever. I finally decided Tracey had ********** on the toilet or the floor. Just as I stepped out of the bathroom I saw the arc of light hit the hallway as I jumped back in the bathroom. Tracey walked up the hallways slowly and her hair looked wet.
She had taken a shower!!
Standing there I saw her stop at my door and try the knob. It was locked. She stepped back and counted doors, then tried it again. I thought My God she is so ***** she is not even counting right!!
She counted the doors again, tried my door knob and then went to Bruce's door. It opened easily and I saw her standing at the door for a minute or two before it shut behind her.
I stood in the door for another 5 minutes. Nothing happened.
Elated I went to my room and quietly opened the door and went inside. I locked it back.
I lay in my bed forever going over all the things that happened and it was still hard to believe any of it happened. I just couldn't believe she hadn't busted me when we went to the doggy position. I could smell her in my bed and I went to sleep eventually with her on my mind.
The knocking on my door woke me and I rolled over, realizing I was still naked. Slipping on my boxers I went to the door.
Bruce was standing there and he said, "Hey, guess who came to see me last night?"
"Uh?" is about all I could say.
"Tracey," he said. "Let's go get some breakfast at IHOP."
"You guys want some time alone," I demurred, trying to sound really tired.
"It was her idea," he said. "I got some last night so I need some sustenance."
Well, come to think of it a meal would be nice! I agreed and said I would meet them downstairs after I showered.
Nervous?
Yeah I was really nervous but I knew I needed to get past it. Bruce had not seemed mad or like he was anticipating anything. I got downstairs and Tracey was sitting beside Bruce in our big room. They got up and she gave me a hug. The scent of her hair gave my shorts a stir and I quickly stepped back, blushing some but smiling mostly.
We had some very innocent small talk, then we took her bronco II to the local IHOP.
We had been talking about school and stuff. Bruce gets this funny look on his face.
"Tell James," Bruce said.
Tracey laughed and shoved him playfully! "No! I wasn't going to tell him!"
"What?!" I said, that nervousness coming back.
Bruce laughed. "Tracey said after she took a shower last night she almost went into your room instead of mine."
"Oh?" I said, trying to smile, but I am sure it looked more like a grimace.
"Yeah," Tracey said, her eyes meeting mine as I felt my whole body tense. "You guy's should put name plates on your door. That way people know which room is which."
"That's a good idea," I managed.
Laughing again, Bruce said, "James would have freaked out if you had hopped in his bed naked!"
"Yeah, freaked out," I said laughing, Tracey looking at me. She wasn't laughing.
"She would have been able to tell the difference," Bruce said, oblivious that she was not sharing our laughter.
"Maybe not at first," she said, "but I would after a while." She took a drink of her milk, staring at me.
We all laughed at that and Bruce feigned being hurt. My mind was racing and the words Oh Holy Shit kept going through my mind. Tracey knew! She had been coming back to room on purpose! Probably to get her clothes. Maybe to talk! Why did she let me continue to fuck her??
We finished eat and I felt Tracey's foot on my leg. I met her eyes and she shrugged. I smiled and nodded. She smiled back. Not sure what we were saying, but we never mentioned it to each other again. Tracey was 23 or 24 and I was 20 years old and I was mature enough to keep this secret the entire time I knew them.
They moved to California a year or two after we got out of school and as friends often do from college, we lost touch. I did find out later that weekend after she went home that she was off the pill and they had decided to get pregnant. I can happily say I did NOT father a child with her, but I did wait for the other shoe to drop for a while.
I never did get the answers to the questions I had above, but I guess it didn't matter. I did not want to get between Bruce and Tracey at all, though I wondered then and still wonder now why she let me keep fucking her after she realized it was me and not Bruce. Part of me speculates that she was already doing it and we did have a good friendship already. Maybe she was curious too. Whatever the reason I am glad she did and it worked out okay. I hope they are still together and she still thinks of me occasionally.
