The one that got away

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The one that got awayMy man and I live in an apartment complex. About two years back, my neighbor and I were good friends. She was blonde, about 5′ 4″ size six, small but perky breasts with an incredible round and tight ass. She and I would have lunch together occasionally-usually at my apartment. Completely platonic. That was until one time I invited her over for lunch and my man prepared the meal. She was impressed with his skills in the kitchen. She also remarked to me how lucky I was that he cleaned up the kitchen and cleared the table allowing her and I to talk. She mentioned that on the phone later. Now I was just playing around when I said: “Yeah you think that’s great? You should have your pussy eaten by him!” again, I was just trying to be funny. But I got a moment of silence on the other end. I asked if she was still there. I got an: “Uh huh.” “Did I offend you?” “Oh no, it’s just I haven’t had a good pussy eating lately.” She then thanked me again for lunch and to pass on her thanks to him for she had to get ready for work. About five weeks passed and we were bringing groceries home. Now we live on the third floor. He does the majority of the heavy lifting. She was on her balcony. She shouted down to us and asked if we needed any help. He yelled back: “Thanks, we got it.” She was wearing black spandex capris and a sports bra. She was paying attention to him climbing the stairs. The way our apartments are laid out is there is an outside door that opens to a private balcony and then another door that leads to the kitchen. Her outside door was open and she was watching him intently. I know this because I went over to talk to her as he continued to put the groceries in our apartment. She was watching him bend down and snap up right. She was playing with her sports bra-allowing her fingers to tease her left breast while biting her lip all the while staring at his tight, firm ass-tuning me out. He walked past us to go back to the car and get more groceries. “You need to tell me right now-were you serious about how he eats pussy?” she asked me. My pussy twitched by seeing she was aroused. “Yeah-he knows how to make me squirt” I told her. Her eyes popped and then settled with a spark remaining. “How is he in bed?” My heart began to race with her question. There was a sing song voice inside my head: “We’re gonna have a threesome!” “He is amazing!” I exclaimed. “I want to fuck him” she whispered. Oh my God! I was so turned on. Images of her with him slamming his hard, thick cock inside her tiny little body were entering my mind and my pussy was on fire. “Well, you’ll have to get him to agree” I told her. “She now was pawing at her tit. I looked down at the crotch of her capris-they had this kind of shimmer that looked wet to them in the crotch region. “Um….when you two are done, could you send him over. I have something to ask him.” Again that sing song entered my mine again-only this time louder. “Yeah, sure” I affirmed with a smile. She went inside her apartment, rather quickly,So when he came back upstairs, I followed him into our apartment. karaman escort “When we our done here, she (pointing my finger to our neighbor’s door) would like to ask you something.” “Okay. Any idea what it is?” Lying I said: “Not a clue. No se.” “All right-yeah this shouldn’t take too long to put these away” he said as he was putting groceries away. I immediately helped him. I don’t think I ever stocked shelves that quickly before. “Let me take a quick shower now” he said undressing. “No!” I hadn’t realized I yelled-I was really excited. “No?” He asked with this puzzled look on his face. “What she had to ask you seemed rather important.” He got his shirt back on and went over to her door and knocked. Now our bedroom window faces the balcony and our bedroom wall shares the neighboring bedroom wall as well. So I went to the bedroom hoping maybe I could listen into their conversation. I was unable to make out what they were saying, but I could tell who was talking due to the tone of their voices. He was out there for almost ten minutes, then he came back inside. I dodged to meet him in the kitchen. He had this look of confusion on his face. “So what did she want?” I asked, trying to play it cool. “She wants….I….wow…..umm…..” I so wanted to ask: “What’s wrong? Pussy got your tongue?” but asked: “Really? Do you need help with the hard words? Shall I grab the dictionary?” “He responded with: “I might need a psychiatrist doll-maybe three-to explain what she wants. She offered a threesome.” My pussy was dancing. “Really? Oh wow. What did you say?” “I told her that I love you and while I do find her extremely attractive-I would never cheat on you.” Yeah, I immediately felt two inches tall. “Your sure that is what you want?” not realizing my tone when I asked that. He looked at me with his Marine Corps stare and asked me with an acquisitory tone in his voice: “You knew?” I nodded my head with a smile. I could see his pulse race. “I don’t believe this” stomping away. Every man’s fantasy-so I thought-was just offered to him and it made him upset. I followed him to the bedroom. “What’s wrong. I don’t get it.” “What’s wrong is that I love you. I thought you love me.” I interjected: “I do love you.” “Really? Then why? Am I just a penis and two eyes? What gives?’ “Calm down. I didn’t expect this to get you so worked up.” Well actually I did, just in another fashion. “I only hope you didn’t hurt her.” Here came the star again. “I don’t think I did. She seemed disappointed but not really hurt.” A couple of days passed and I bumped into her. “Hey…I’m sorry that that didn’t work out. I hope there are no hard feelings.” “No, but I can’t say I am not a little…” “Hurt?” Well not exactly. I am envious of what you have. I have never had someone love me that much that would turn down sex from another woman.” That’s it-lay on the guilt now. She went back inside her apartment-to do what I only thought would be to cry or pout. I went to our apartment, and prepared dinner expecting my fiancé to return home in two hours. We ate, he cleaned up, escort karaman then we went to the bedroom where we heard her masturbating. She was loud. She’d have to be for us to hear her. She was calling out his name as she stuffed herself. We’d hear: “Yes! Fuck me! Give me that cock! Harder! Deeper!” I was wet, him…his cock was pulsating. “I can call her over” I whispered. Again with the stare. She had cum so hard that we could hear her labored breathing. That was a Saturday. Monday came and she was leaving her apartment at the same time I was. “Hey you…got a minute?” she asked. “Sure.” “Great-but this can only take a second-I am running a little late for work.” We entered her apartment. I waited in the kitchen while she ran to her bedroom. She came back out just as quickly as she went in. She returned with these red sating thong panties. She was proud of them as she handed to me. “Are these…” I began to ask looking at her. “Yeah-I want him-YOU-to have them.” Oh fuck-was I hot now. “Well I’m sorry. I really have to get to work” she informed me. “Yeah-oh yeah, right.” We exited. “See ya” I said as I was racing to our apartment while she hurried down the stairs. I ran to our bedroom and pushed her panties in between the mattress and box spring on my side of the bed. I had this very naughty idea cooking in my head. Wednesday I ran into her again. “Hey I know you’re leaving for work. Let me walk down with you. What are your plans for Saturday?” “I don’t have any. Why?” It’s show time! “Well I was thinking….maybe I could use your panties to give him a hand job.” The look on her face and in her eyes…FUCK!! She began to salivate. “Really?” “Yeah” I responded. “Thought maybe I could get a little help from you though.” Okay, how?” Her curiousity was getting me more excited. “Wellllll….I was thinking since we can hear you cumming….if you would masturbate while I am giving him a hand job…” She was nodding her head quickly with this smile of complete and total lust. “Do you think he’d go for it?” “I have my ways.” “How would you do this? I mean, the timing?” “I’ll call you when I get everything in motion. How does that sound?” “Uh……FUCK YEAH!” We both laughed. So Saturday rolls around. He and I have breakfast as we usually do. Then he asks the same question he always does every Saturday: “What do you want to do today?” “I was thinking we’d go to the adult store. I need some new toys and I want to look around.” His response: “Okay.” Yeah-try to hide that hard on, mister. Sure enough, I could see his member growing. First stage of my plan is now in effect. So we go to the store and I am looking for a hood-for him. I do get myself toy as well. Then we return home. I look to make sure her car is there. Sure enough, she’s home! Stage two shaping up. We climb the stairs-I see her blinds pushed to make a viewing hole. I smile and that hole disappears. “I’ve got a surprise for you” I say in a sing song manner. “Be a good boy and go to the bedroom and wait there for me. Now we have red Oriental silk rope, and I have been practicing karaman escort bayan my knot tying skills in his absence. Time to put them to the use. I enter the bedroom topless, wearing only a black thong and heels. His erection is now pulsating through his tight jeans. he reaches out to touch me. “Oh no you don’t” I scold him. I take off his shirt and place the hood over his head. “I don’t know if I like where this is going” he says. Knowing how to shut him up: “If you love me, you trust me.” Sure enough-silence. Stage three, coming together. I tie his hands behind his back and sit him down. Pull off his shoes and then remove his pants. “Good boy-you are wearing your tight black (nylon) boxers.” He is beginning to breathe hard. I go over to my side of the bed, grab her used panties and my phone. I begin to call her, he hears the keypad beep. “Who are you calling?” “Shhh…I’m on the phone. ‘Hi! You ready? Get it going, girl!'” I hang up and place her panties in front of his nose. He sniffs. My blood races. We then hear her bed squeak as she what sounds like throws herself on top of it. Then we hear: “I want you so baddd! Fuck me like I have never been fucked before. Pound this little pussy!” His cock was throbbing. I wrapped his cock in her red thong. I watched as his precum became absorbed into them. My clit was twitching as my pussy was on fire. We listened to her pound herself, screamed and moaned. I aligned his cock with the crotch of her panties. I could tell he was ready…he came. Oh fuck, did he cum. Then we heard her let out this long scream followed by a slow, low moan. I touched myself with a vibe and came immediately. I took off the hood and showed him the panties. “Are those…?” I pointed to her apartment, smiling and nodding slowly. He blushed.So now Monday comes about and I go over to her apartment and knock on her door. She answers in a bath towel drying her hair. “Come in. I am just getting ready for work.” “Yeah I know. Well, hey, why I am her is to drop these off.” She looks at my hand with delight. She takes her thong-seeing where his cum has now stained her cum soaked crotch. She places them to her nose and closes her eyes. Her towel slides down her freshly washed body. She just shaved her pussy too-the water is clinging to her freshly shaven mound. She thrusts her hand inside my jeans and fingers me. I return the favor by fingering her pussy. She was fucking tight! I fingered her pretending my fingers were my man’s thick, hard cock. She stopped and sucked her fingers off of my juices. I did the same. Damn she tasted good. I wanted to taste her juices mixed with his chowder now. She said: “Wait right here.” She ran to her bedroom. Her body was so incredibly tight and fit-damn. She returned with her vibrator-all proud of the pounding she gave herself that past Saturday afternoon. “Is this…” I began to ask as she smile and nodded bashfully. “Yeah. I want you to have it.” She then took the red satin thong and put it on. Oh shit! I had to cum now…my pussy was screaming. “I’m sorry to do this-but I have to go to work” she said. “Yeah. Well, talk to ya soon.” I dashed over to our bedroom-I still don’t remember how I got there, I don’t remember walking (that is how much of a sexual high I had). I came multiple of times using her vibrator that I killed the batteries.

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