It happened some eleven years ago, when I was just over three months pregnant with my first child. My husband was out of the country on a business trip for a few weeks. While our apartment was being refurbished, I moved back home with my mom and took the spare room at her place for a couple of weeks.
I returned late one evening after an outing with several of the girls from work. Mom had already gone to bed, so I just went to my room. Closing the door, I undressed completely getting naked into bed when I realised I was feeling horny and decided to masturbate before going to sleep.
I rubbed on my clit and fingered my very wet pussy for about twenty minutes before finally bringing myself to a delicious and sleep-inducing orgasm.
I continued gently stroking my clitoris, enjoying the beautiful feelings, when suddenly the door to my room flung opened and there stood my sister’s boyfriend who was watching me about to bring myself off again.
I froze since there really wasn’t much else I could do at that moment, lying naked on the bed, my hand covering my sex and the strong scent of my orgasm hanging in the air.
He came in and closed the door behind him, getting on the bed with me and slid his head down between my legs while gently kissing and licking my wet pussy and over my clit. He moved his tongue all around pushing it into my wet pussy as far as it would go.
WOW! That sure felt very good. After what seemed like a very long time and after I had two more strong orgasms, he stood up and removed all his clothes revealing a wonderful display of manhood, proudly erect and with clear intentions showing in his smiling face.
I said, “What you’re about to do is so wrong,” but I made no attempt to stop him as my body simply didn’t want to deny what was about to happen. He got back onto the bed with me and laid down by my side. He began rubbing my clit and fingering my wet pussy and unbelievably I moaned out yet another wonderful orgasm. I told myself that this was ok as I had just been deprived of good sex since my husband had been away.
I was just beginning to wish that he would take me, when suddenly he climbed on top of me slowly and looking straight into my eyes, he mounted me and penetrated my soaking wet and very tight cunt with his substantial and very hard cock.
As he slid in-and-out, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, kissing him fervently on his face and neck.
I orgasmed again just as he stiffened deep inside me and flooded me with his hot, sweet love-juices.
Somehow, he remained hard and continued to ride me, causing yet another shiver of a mini-orgasm before his final long and hard stroke leaving my body convulsing wildly. I had to stifle my scream as there were others in the house, not least of who was my sister, his girlfriend. He completely withdrew his softening cock and got up and I was expecting him to leave.
Amazingly, he didn’t, but instead he turned out the lights and returned to the bed taking me in his arms, stroking me gently to sleep.
Several times that night, I was awakened by feeling his cock stiffening between my ass cheeks and finally, as the dawn began to show at the windows, he slipped inside me one more time and we very quietly made love, with him spooning behind me and my knees held up to my swelling belly so he could go as deep as possible. With a noiseless shudder, we both came together.
He kissed me tenderly before getting up and leaving to return to my sister’s bed. I lay there thinking that she wouldn’t be getting any for a day or so, and yes, I felt guilty but fully satisfied.
He never fucked me again; only that one night.
I have stayed faithful to my husband ever since and am relieved that such an opportunity hasn’t presented itself again with anyone. But I love to remember that night when I masturbate and it always helps me to a powerful climax.
My husband and sister never found out what had happened. We remain happily married, enjoy an amazing sex life together and have three wonderful kids with a fourth on the way.
