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My mother’s married best friend 2 (Cuckold)“Pathetic. Call yourself a man?”To hear her say it, the tone she used and the sneer twisting her face made it sound and look like she hated him. It was astounding.Shocking.What I saw and heard couldn’t be true. Where was the love? Where was the respect?“This is what a man looks like,” Barbara continued, her hand working my length. “See how hard it is? She how lovely and thick he is compared to you?”Her husband didn’t reply, which I found freaky because if my wife spoke to me in that way, with such contempt in her face, I’d have something to say. Not that I was married. I wasn’t ready for that. I was barely twenty myself and, at that time, didn’t even have a girlfriend – unless my mother’s married best friend counted for something.“It’s so big in my hand,” Barbara went on. “You want to suck it, don’t you, you insignificant turd?”I gawked as Barbara offered my cock, wondering if he would do it and, if her did, what did that make me?As I boggled, standing in front of her husband, with Barbara perched on the arm of the chair, her husband seated within, she looked up at me, her focus catching my eye from where I’d been admiring her figure, her body covered by the tight white dress which moulded to her curves, a pleasing expanse of décolletage on display, her gorgeousness gift-wrapped in bridal white. “You can come if you want to,” Barbara grinned. Her eyes flashed with mischief, arousal in her expression as she eyed my dick, fist cranking my size and, with a scornful glance at her husband, Barbara winked at me, crinkling her nose. “Again,” Barbara added. Then, in an encouraging murmur, she asked, “Want to come on his face? Would you, Jason? If I asked you to do it – would you come on his sad, pathetic face?”With the lust on me, the need a hollow, aching void in the centre of me, I gurgled some nonsense reply while nodding my head.Barbara laughed, the sound filled with joy and delight. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she sighed. “You’re a good boy, Jason. And for that, you get a reward. For that you can sleep in my bed with me tonight.” After she said it, her smile slipping away as she looked to her husband, Barbara said, “You can stay away from our bedroom tonight. I’m with him…”As she emphasised the ‘him’ Barbara stopped caressing my dick, waving it like an exhibit. Showing off my erection, Barbara sneered and added, “I’m fucking him tonight. You can sleep alone and think about that. You can think about how fucking ridiculous you are. You can think about me getting fucked by this lovely young man.”Then I gasped and groaned when Barbara leaned in to suck her cheeks concave, her lips around the big purple dome.***Earlier…The episode in the toilet played through my mind all the time. I couldn’t believe it was me. I felt guilty yet thrilled, appalled but delighted, the conflict in me depending on what context I was thinking about. The time with Barbara has been amazing as a sexual adventure, beyond anything I thought could happen, the invitation to her house – and the shock of her saying her husband wanted to watch -had stunned me so my thoughts tumbled and spun in a confusion of swirling impressions. But, when I thought about my mother and her friendship with Barbara, I felt like a cheat, the awful feelings doubling up whenever Barbara’s husband came to mind. For him, I felt like a thief. It appalled me to know I’d done it and I wanted to take it all back. I wasn’t going to go. No matter how hot it made me to think about fucking Barbara again, her body lush and tight, her sexual appeal calling to me on a visceral, instinctive level, her maturity, experience, and her husband were too intimidating for me to dare.Then my mobile rang.My insides flipped when I heard her speak. I asked, “How did you get my number?”Her chuckle came to me, rich and dark. “Your mother, sweetie…”Panic flashed when I heard it. I blurted, “Wuh-what did you say to her?”The chuckle came again. “Don’t worry. It’s all right. But I’m phoning to tell you I want you to come to the house later.”Fear twisted within in coils of doubt. “I … I don’t know,” I stammered.After a few seconds of silence, Barbara said, “But I’m getting ready for you. I’ve been excited all day thinking about how you fucked me yesterday, Jason…” Another silence followed, flashback images of Barbara offering her pussy running across the screen of my mind’s-eye. “You had fun with me, didn’t you, Jason?”My cock was already hard as I gulped and mumbled a yes into the phone.“Remember how sweet it felt to come inside me?”I pawed my cock through my jeans, desire a hot rush. “Yeah,” I gasped.“It was a rush yesterday,” Barbara went on. “It was a lovely fuck, but too quick to really enjoy,” she said. “Imagine us taking our time. Think about that. You and me. A bed. Hours and hours together. I’d suck your cock, too, Jason. I’d let you fuck me however you wanted. Think about that. Just picture it, darling. Me. Naked. My tits and my cunt…”I groaned and unzipped. Hauling out my erection, I started to wank. “But my mother,” I gasped. You’re best friends. You’re married…”“Don’t give any of that a thought,” Barbara said. “This is what I want. This is nobody’s business.”I was cranking my dick, Barbara in my head, the sight of her pussy and the way she’d looked at me tempting me towards agreeing to the visit.“Yeah, but…” I said, moaning it out.“No,” Barbara put in with bite in her tone. “Trust me, Jason, it’ll be fine. Just come to the house. We can talk about it face-to-face. If you think it’s too much, we won’t do anything else.”At the back of my mind, I knew it was a con. If I went and saw her, I knew – although I denied it to myself as I lay on my bed and worked at my cock – I knew we’d end up fucking again. I couldn’t face it head-on. I averted my eyes from the reality, from the inevitability of being with Barbara in a hot, intense physical way, k**ding myself I could walk away from the temptation of her body.And what a body.Barbara had never had c***dren and was careful, if not just a tiny bit vain, over her body and looks. I knew Barbara was a gym-queen from my mother’s comments, something I’d experienced for myself the previous day when I’d seen her thighs, taut and lean, her stomach a flat plane above the near perfect coif of her sculpted pubic fur.There was no way, if I went to her house, I’d be able to keep my hands off Barbara.Not a chance.But I told myself I could, which is why I nodded to myself and grunted agreement into my phone.“Oh, goody,” Barbara said with girlish glee. “Make sure you’re fresh, Jason. Have a bath or take a shower. Who knows where my mouth might go.”The call ended after a giggle from Barbara. “An hour,” she said. “Don’t be late.***I wasn’t late, but I was nervous. Stage-fright squeezed my guts, my insides watery as, legs weak, hands trembling, I arrived at the house. I’d been there with my mother, although canlı bahis it had been a few years. I’d had no reason to visit since growing up, but I remembered it well enough. Like my family, Barbara was comfortable in a financial sense. Her husband was a professional man, a property lawyer while Barbara owned and ran a small boutique fashion shop in the town. I knew she was doing well from online sales, the couple’s success obvious in the well-tended garden and two BMW SUVs parked on the drive.Barbara opened the front door before I could ring the bell. “Hello, Jason,” she drawled, eyeing me head-to-toe, her trademark smirk on her face. “I wasn’t sure you’d turn up. I was hoping, of course, but…”Desire surged when I saw the white dress clinging to Barbara’s figure. It contrasted in a pleasing way with her tan, cleavage a magnet for my eyes, my cock like an iron shaft down in my underwear.Barbara shrugged and added, “Come in. Don’t worry,” she said, “he’s in but I expect you’re quite anxious. He’ll stay out of the way until we decide we want him.”My insides went tight at the mention of her husband. “Will he be okay? With me, I mean.”Barbara tinkled a laugh. “God, Jason, don’t worry. It’s fine, darling. Look,” she said with a glance towards the road and the houses opposite, “come in. Have a drink. I’ll explain.”I paused when Barbara stepped back and she fully opened the door.“I’m not going to jump on you,” Barbara said, amused. “All we’re going to do is go through to the kitchen. You remember where that is? We’ll talk. That’s all.”With the excitement swirling inside me, I stepped into the house.“Go on through,” Barbara said.I went as Barbara shut the door. I walked through the long hallway towards the back of the house. As I went, I passed the living room, a nervous glance within showing me Barbara’s husband wasn’t in there. I wondered if he was upstairs. I thought about what he could be thinking and how it must feel to know his wife had someone else in the house with carnal intentions in mind.As I approached the large kitchen, I asked, “You sure this is okay?”Barbara moved past me, tutting and rolling her eyes, her shoes pecking the floor as she went into the room. “I know this must be strange to you,” Barbara said. She went to the fridge, turning to look at me, inquiry in her expression. “But this isn’t the first time we’ve done this kind of thing. We’re quite used to it, Jason.” Barbara sighed and offered me a gentle smile, platinum blonde hair framing her face. “I won’t go into gory detail,” she added, “but this is how we are.”From the doorway, I looked at her. “I don’t get it.”“Fucking other men,” Barbara said, blunt and to the point. “We’re what you might call kinky. I suppose you could say I’m a bit of a slut. I mean,” she went on with a half shrug, “I fucked you bareback in the toilets at a wedding, didn’t I, Jason? I went back to the table with your spunk dribbling into my knickers.”I gulped down on the surge of arousal at her reminder.“You know Martin fucked me when we got home? He loved me being full of your cum. I had to tell him what we did. That might be shocking,” Barbara said as I gawked at her. “But that’s why I’m telling you this is all right. You have nothing to worry about. He loves it, Jason. Martin enjoys it more than me – and I fucking adore what I do.”I went towards her when Barbara beckoned me closer. I felt numb, limbs moving as my head tried to absorb the rush of information.“Now, this is about me and you,” Barbara murmured, her hands on the name of my neck. “You can have me, Jason. You can fuck me. I’ll suck your cock. We can do it in private, or…”Pausing, Barbara kissed my mouth. It was a soft, lingering kiss, her tongue slipping between my lips.“If you’re okay with it, Jason,” Barbara purred, pressing her frontage against me, “Martin can watch.”I wasn’t sure about involving her husband, not at that moment, but I wavered when Barbara squeezed herself closer in, breasts compressing between us, her tongue in my mouth while she moved a hand over the ridge in my jeans.“Would you like a drink, Jason? Or would you rather I got down onto my knees and sucked your cock?”I moaned, stunned to hear her say it.“Let me suck it,” Barbara sighed on her way to the floor.It must have been painful on her knees but Barbara didn’t mention it as, after unzipping my flies and snapping the button open, she yanked my jeans to my shins, cranked my cock, made worshipping, flattering comments about my size and virility, and then glommed at the head.“Didn’t imagine I was this slutty, did you, Jason?” Barbara smirked at me, her hand working my length.“Nuh-no,” I gasped. “Never.”“Ever wonder? Ever think about me when you wanked off, Jason?”I had, of course I had. Barbara had been in my fantasy thoughts over the years. I’d pictured her inside my head as I tugged my dick, cum splashing over me while I imagined how she might look in the nude. I’d had a taste of Barbara’s body the previous day, the reality much more arousing than any fantasy scene. The texture of her skin, her sighs, the moans, and the depravity with which she’d urged me to let loose inside her were like nothing my mind could conjure up.With the need on me, I answered with a choked, “Yeah, I thought about you.”“Good boy,” smirked Barbara, eyes on mine as she licked me from balls to tip. Then she wanked at my length, grinning as she came back up to her feet. “Kiss me,” she sighed. “Then I want you to bend me over the table and fuck me from behind.”We kissed, passion flaring, her hand working y size while I pawed at her body. I shoved a hand under her dress, shocked to find she was bare underneath.“Play with it,” Barbara mumbled through the kiss. “Put your fingers inside me. Do dirty things to me, Jason.”Before I slid my cock into Barbara’s pussy, I lifted her onto the counter, desperate to get at her cunt. Before I boosted her up there, I hauled the dress up to her hips, gasping and groaning my need, eyes on the sparse triangle of hair.Barbara yelped and giggled as I pushed her thighs wide and then squatted so I could lick her sex. “God, you don’t much about, do you Jason?” She groaned and squirmed, commenting about how she loved to having it licked. “Go on, taste it,” she muttered. “My cunt … get your tongue in there. Lick my clit. Flick her with your tongue. God, do everything, Jason. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I’m so fucking randy.”I was mad for her essence as I lapped and slurped at her pussy. I licked Barbara from as deep as I could get between her buttocks up to her clit. I split her folds with my tongue, sliding a finger into her body while sucking her clit.“Jason, just fuck me,” Barbara gasped, eyes glazed with what she was feeling. “It’s lovely but I want to feel you inside me. I come so much harder on a cock.”Barbara rubbed her sex as she shifted off the counter and went to the table. She looked bahis siteleri back at me, scooping her breasts from the dress before she rested on one straight arm, her pelvis angled to offer herself. “Like yesterday,” Barbara groaned, mauling her breasts. “Hold me and fuck me … But don’t come inside me,” she added. “I want this to be a quick nasty fuck but please try to keep control of yourself. We’ve got ages, Jason. Don’t come before we’ve even got started. It isn’t like that toilet. There’s no need to rush.”I looked at her spreading herself, memories of her cunt gripping my cock bursting to mind. I cranked my dick, need on me as I approached, moving on instinct and the primordial need to rut. It was a hot imperative that I fuck into her body, the basis all about dumping my seed into her body so I put a baby inside her. That was what it felt like to me. I forgot about her husband, disconnected the fact that she was my mother’s best friend because, in those vital few seconds I craved the connection, the coupling which meant she was my woman. Barbara might have been married, but I was the alpha-dog who was going to fuck at her until I ruined her for anyone else.I saw the smile spread across Barbara’s face as I tugged at my dick and moved in close, the words spilling out of me on a rush of desire. “God, Barbara,” I groaned, “I want to fuck you. You’re lovely. I want to fuck you again – like yesterday. What we did … I can’t tell you … I can’t stop thinking about it …Do you mean it? Can we do this for ages? I don’t want to rush. I want to be with you like this. I won’t come. I just want to fuck you.”“Yes, sweetheart,” she said through a moan. “I mean it. We can do it for as long as you want. You can stay here tonight. With me. You can sleep in my bed. We can fuck. We can do lovely, dirty things together.”Barbara winced and sucked in air when I slid into her body and, for me, it was sublime, her pussy hot and wet around my cock, her insides gripping me as I split her open and she accepted my girth.“Oh fuck,” I heard Barbara moan, her head lolling forward, loose on her neck. She shoved back at me, grunting as she urged me to start. “Fuck me,” Barbara gasped, shifting her hips. “God, I love doing this. I’m made for it.”“Barbara, you’re so sexy,” I moaned as we started to rut.“Just fuck me,” she snarled. “Talk later. For now, just do it … But don’t come inside me,” she finished.The slap-thwack of my urgency came from where my body smacked against her buttocks. It was a fantasy time, my hands full of Barbara’s weighty breasts, the texture exciting as I went at her. I was gasping and moaning, mumbling about how it felt to be inside her. Awed and aroused, it was a thrill to fuck a woman like Barbara. As I worked hard to please her, Barbara snorted her joy, her hand down at her vulva, teasing her clit, squeals of delight issuing forth.As we melded together, Barbara kept gasping reminders not to lose it inside her. “Don’t spoil it,” she said. “If you have to come, pull it out and wank it. It’s all right to spunk on the floor.” After she gasped the words, Barbara swivelled around to look back at me, devilment in her face as she said, “My husband can clean it up. That’s about all he’s good for.”I didn’t realise it at the time, but that comment set the tone for what followed later that afternoon and evening and, as it went, because the sensations got too much to bear, I gasped a warning which caused Barbara to slide off my cock.“Show me,” Barbara moaned, eyes on my dick.I worked at myself, wanking with urgency in the action, my attention on Barbara’s body when she leaned against the counter, her hand busy down between her thighs, boobs swaying and rolling, tight stomach tensing while she moaned and muttered about watching me tugging my cock.I sobbed in delight when the stuff spat from my dick, with Barbara’s low groan mingling in, gobbets of spunk glistening on the tiled floor, the delight in the spasms which ran through my limbs and, as I watched, I saw Barbara’s expression was a tortured grimace of agonised joy.“Oh fuck,” Barbara gasped, wide-eyed. “You wanking and coming…”“Barbara,” I moaned, “this is fantastic.”Then I lost sight of it all as the pleasure took me.***When it was over, Barbara moved in to kiss my mouth and, as the kissed went on, I ran my hands over her body, grabbing her breasts and pawing her buttocks. I was mad for her body, wild for her skin under my hands.“Let’s go to the living room,” Barbara said when we eventually parted. She shimmied and pulled the dress down over her hips, tucking her boobs away, modesty returned while I stood there with spunk dripping from my dick. “I’ll get Martin.” Barbara said, eying my cock before looking at my face. “You’ll stay hard, won’t you, Jason?”I gulped, nodding, disappointed Barbara had put everything away.“Good boy,” she said with a grin. “I thought as much. You youngsters can fuck all night.”I was stroking my dick, arousal undiminished as I growled, “I could stay hard for a week with you.”Barbara chuckled. “Compliments indeed,” she said through her smirk.I stared and stroked, ready for Barbara again.“All right, put that away,” Barbara said with a thrust of her chin. “Come on through. Now we’ve got that out of the way…” she pointed to the spunk on the floor, “…we can get to the point of this little party.”I felt some trepidation at the prospect of meeting her husband. Barbara’s assurances couldn’t shift the underlying tension I felt about fucking her in front of Martin.She must have seen the uncertainty because Barbara sighed and said, “It’ll be fine. Just let me take the lead. You don’t have anything to be worried about.”She led, I followed, anxious as we went along the hallway towards the living room. As we went, Barbara paused at the stairs. She called, “Living room. Now,” and then carried on walking.He appeared a minute later. I hadn’t heard him moving down the stairs, his appearance a jolt of surprise.“Sit,” Barbara said.He did so without a word. He didn’t look at me. Not even a glance.“We’ve been fucking,” Barbara said through a sneer. “What do you think to that?”Barbara paused, arms folded beneath her breasts, absolute contempt in her expression.“Nothing to say?” Barbara looked at me and rolled her eyes. She tutted. “Isn’t he just so fucking pathetic? Let’s his wife fuck in the house. Another man’s cock…”Barbara paused again, a feral look in her eyes as she smirked at me, her stare raking me from head to toe before her focus came back to my face.“Your big cock,” Barbara added. “All that cum…”I gulped, arousal quick down at my core. It was all in the way she looked and what she said. It made me hot.Desire flared hot and urgent when Barbara continued to heap humiliation upon her husband. I don’t know how he could stand it. To hear her tone and see her expression made me think she hated the man. It was difficult to reconcile bahis şirketleri what I thought I’d known about Barbara and Martin with the scene I was witnessing in that room.She’d said he liked it more than her…“This is the gorgeous boy who left me full of spunk yesterday,” Barbara said to her husband. “He’s just had me bent over in the kitchen. He’s been fucking me while you’ve been upstairs. I’ve been cuckolding you…”Her husband didn’t say a word. He threw a look to his wife before his attention went back to his lap.“I’m going to show you what a man looks like,” Barbara continued. “We’re going to make you watch. You’re going to see me fucking.”As I looked at him, I saw Barbara’s husband’s throat work. He shifted in the chair, the first sign I’d seen what she was saying had an effect.Then Barbara was talking again. She spoke about how much contempt she had for her husband, going on about lovely young men and how virile we were.“Pathetic. Call yourself a man?”Barbara brought me closer to where her husband was sitting. Then she fished my dick out of my clothing.“This is what a man looks like,” Barbara continued, her hand working my length. “See how hard it is? She how lovely and thick he is compared to you? It’s so big in my hand,” Barbara went on. “You want to suck it, don’t you, you insignificant turd?”Barbara offered my cock, teasing her husband with my size.“You can come if you want to,” Barbara grinned to me. Her eyes flashed with mischief, arousal in her expression as she eyed my dick, fist cranking my size and, with a scornful glance at her husband, Barbara winked at me, crinkling her nose. “Again,” Barbara added. Then, in an encouraging murmur, she asked, “Want to come on his face? Would you, Jason? If I asked you to do it – would you come on his sad, pathetic face?” Barbara laughed when I gurgled some nonsense, the sound filled with joy and delight. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she sighed. “You’re a good boy, Jason. And for that, you get a reward. For that you can sleep in my bed with me tonight.” To her husband, she said, “You can stay away from our bedroom tonight. I’m with him…” As she emphasised the ‘him’ Barbara stopped caressing my dick, waving it like an exhibit and, showing off my erection, Barbara sneered and added, “I’m fucking him tonight. You can sleep alone and think about that. You can think about how fucking ridiculous you are. You can think about me getting fucked by this lovely young man.”I gasped and groaned when Barbara leaned in to suck her cheeks concave, her lips around the big purple dome.Barbara put on a show, glomming and slurping, her attention to my dick punctuated with potty-mouthed invective aimed at her husband. As she went at me with her lips, tongue, and hand, Barbara scooped her large breasts from her dress, mauling and squeezing those orbs.“We’re going to fuck now,” Barbara gasped as she rose to her feet. To me, as she stared into my face, Barbara said, “Get naked. Take your clothes off. I want this pathetic wanker to see how his wife excites a man. I want us to be bare together. I want us to be naked and free. We can explore one another, my darling. Let this maggot watch as a real man loves me.”To hear her say love twisted inside me, her use of the word goading me into feeling disdain for her husband. If that was what he wanted…? If he wanted to see me using his wife for my pleasure…?At the same time, I also experienced a burst of emotion for Barbara. It was dangerous. Invasive. A perfidious blooming of love which, not that I knew it in the moment, could lead to obsession and a lot of trouble. I was playing with fire but couldn’t feel the heat.“I can do that,” I said, mumbling it out.Barbara shimmied out of her dress, reaching back to unclasp her bra, big tits cantilevered over the cups. “Strip,” she said, my eyes on the jewel at her navel. “Naked. Hurry. I want you inside me.”With the new feelings on me, I ignored Barbara’s husband as I stripped out of my clothes.“Oh yes, there it is,” Barbara sighed when I was naked. To her husband, she said, “See that? See how hard that is? That’s because he wants to put it inside me. That lovely boy wants to fuck your wife.” She paused and, naked except for the shoes, folded her arms. “Nothing to say? We’re right here in front of you. This gorgeous young man is going to fuck me. You’re going to see me fucking someone else.”There was nothing from her husband beyond his eyes gazing at Barbara.“Bareback,” Barbara added. “No condom. Just me and him.”Martin swallowed down hard on whatever it was he was feeling inside.And Barbara kept on with the fascinating, awful goading by saying, “It’s going to be like that all night. We’re going to fuck. He’s going to kiss me. I’m your wife but I’ll be spreading my legs for him.”As I watched, Martin made a sound. It was half-sigh and half-groan.Barbara nodded. “Yes. I’ll open my legs for him. How many times do you think a youngster like him can do it in one night? How much cum? What if I get pregnant tonight? What if he fucks a baby into me?”The idea had a profound, visceral effect on me. The thought, so far not even registering in my head, of impregnating Barbara set something loose inside me. Suddenly I was desperate to get at Barbara. It was urgent and quick, the need imperative to rut into her body and give her my seed.“God, just look,” Barbara said. “He’s so excited for me.”She said it because, after hearing the talk, I was wanking my length, stopping short of launching myself at Barbara, carnal desires rising within.“So, now we’re going to fuck,” Barbara said as she sat next to her husband. She reclined and spread her legs, splaying her folds. “Put it in, Jason,” she purred, rubbing her clit. “He can watch us before we go to my bedroom.”With the need on me, I caught Barbara’s mood, grabbing for her to pull her into my kiss as I leaned in. I kissed Barbara and glanced at her husband. When I saw he was staring I poured passion and need into the kiss to demonstrate the fire inside me for his wife.“God yes,” Barbara groaned when I released her. She lay back on the sofa, spreading her thighs. “Smash me,” she gasped, fingers on her bean.After another look at her husband, I clambered between Barbara’s thighs, cock in my fist so I could aim it at the scarlet gape of her cunt. A bit of shifting around saw me sliding into her body, her pussy taking all of me in one slick glide so I was in her up to my balls.“So fucking deep,” Barbara moaned, eyes wide. “Big and thick…” She glanced at her husband as she started to move. To him, she said, “Watch this. See how I need to be fucked. Shame you’re not going to get this again any time soon.”Then we forgot about Martin as we fucked and loved on the couch.END.***A continuation to https://xhamster.com/stories/my-mothers-married-best-friend-1017928Again, because of time, it’s unchecked. Please forgive any errors in the text. I left it where I did so I could lead into the next scene. I hope to get it done by next weekend.Anyway, the above notwithstanding, I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading. Feedback is appreciated.Ricky – Malaga, Spain – 23rd August 2019.

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