Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“I didn’t know what I was supposed to do,” he tells her.

“Jesus Christ, Tim!” Rhonda admonishes him. “Can’t you see she’s reaching out to you? Don’t make her grab your dick before you’re willing to respond!”

“I just wasn’t in the mood,” he says, turning onto his side. “I was thinking about today and being with you…” Rhonda jumps to her feet and glares down at him.

“Oh no!” she yells, pointing her finger at him. “That’s not what this is about! I am not your girlfriend or your mistress or whatever. This is fucking, just fucking! That’s all it is.” she tells him. “You are not using me as an excuse for what you do or don’t do with Sharon!” She stands there, her firm tits heaving up and down as she clenches and unclenches her fists.

“I’m not using you as an excuse for anything,” Tim says quietly, “and I know it’s just fucking, okay!” He spits the words back at her. “I just wasn’t in the mood last night, that’s all.”

“Well, you’re going to be in the mood tonight,” Rhonda says, crushing her cigarette in a water glass and sitting on the edge of the bed. Her anger starts subsiding as quickly as it arose. “I’ll just have to send you home ready, willing and able,” she says, matter-of-factly. “Come on. Let’s take a shower. Your dick is nasty,” she laughs, smacking him on the ass, before heading into the bathroom.

Tim follows her into the shower, where they spend the next half hour lathering soap over each other’s bodies. Rhonda spends a lot of time soaping his genitals, running her fingers along his shaft, and tantalizing his balls with her fingernails. After they rinse off, Rhonda kneels on the tile floor and Tim feels her breath on his hard cock as she lifts it up and drags her tongue along the underside of it

“Mmmmm,” he closes his eyes as Rhonda’s lips touch his cockhead and her tongue flicks the small slit on its tip. Slowly feeding him into her mouth, she sucks her cheeks in and glides his cockhead towards her throat. Oh fuck! She’s deepthroating him! Tim grabs her hair and starts pumping his fully recovered cock into her talented mouth.

“Oh God! Rhonda!” Tim says as the tension builds in his balls and his fingers entwine in his sister-in-law’s hair.

“Huh uh!” Rhonda says, after pulling his hands from her head and letting his hard cock plop from her sultry mouth. “Save something for Sharon,” she smiles.

“Come on, Rhonda!” Tim pleads. “I was just about to cum!” She wraps her arms around his neck, mashing her tits against his chest as she grinds her pussy against his cock.

“I know but Sharon is reaching out, Tim,” she says as he cups her ass cheeks and tries to lift her onto his cock. “Now you can reach back.” She steps away from him and his hard cock springs out in front of him.

Tim just looks at her. She’s just standing here, naked in the shower, with her aroused nipples taunting him and her hairy pussy calling to him. Goddamn it! She’s right, but that’s not what’s important right now.

“Okay,” he sighs. “I’ll fuck Sharon, but that’s not until later tonight,” he whines. “Can’t we just finish this? You know, I can get it up later.”

“Look, Tim,” she says, stepping closer and grabbing his hand. “Feel that?” she asks, rubbing his fingers through her wet pussy. “I want this as much as you do and I believe you’ll fuck your wife even if we finish…”

“But…” Tim says, waiting for her argument.

“But, you’ll fuck her more enthusiastically if we stop now,” Rhonda says, pulling his hand away and stepping out of the shower. “Want to draw cards for next week?” she asks.

“Sure,” Tim says, his shoulders slumping as he follows her out of the shower.

“Hey, cheer up,” Rhonda says. “You fucked my pussy, my ass and my mouth today. It’s not like I’m holding out on you,” she says, kissing him as she picks up her panties and starts getting dressed.

“You’re right,” he says as they finish getting dressed and draw cards for next week. Rhonda draws a standard sixty-nine and Tim draws a doggie style ass fuck. Raising his eyebrows he looks at her and she shrugs.

“Your wife’s waiting,” she smiles and they kiss politely as if they were never lovers, and head out the door.

Sharon has dinner ready when Tim gets home. She’s been in a quandary all day, worried about Tim’s lack of response and the meaning of her dream about her brother. She can’t blame Tim; she hasn’t exactly been the perfect wife. How did she expect him to react? Did she think he’d just forget the whole first year of their marriage and start fucking her brains out?

She went through her classes on autopilot, collecting homework and handing out assignments. About midway through her day, she started worrying that Tim would never respond to her. What if he’s found someone else? Would he have an affair? He seems to have resigned himself to their unusual sexual relationship. Was that because he’d found another outlet for his desires?

By the time she got home from work, Sharon had dismissed the idea of Tim having an affair and replaced her worries with something else. What if Tim fucked her and there weren’t any rockets?

What if she only reacted that way with her brother? Her dream had been so vivid. She relived riding her brother’s cock and the feeling of the pleasure rockets shooting through her body.

They ate dinner, made small talk and then watched some TV until time to go to bed. Tim thinks about staying up and jacking off in front of his computer but decides that Rhonda is probably right; Sharon is finally reaching out to him. He watches her disappear into the bathroom as he gets ready for bed.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Lying in the semi-darkness, naked under the covers, Tim waits for the bathroom door to open. He’s wondering if his wife will come to bed naked again and what it will mean to their love making if she does. Still horny from his unfulfilled final minutes with Rhonda, his cock stirs as the doorknob turns.

Light from the bathroom silhouettes his wife’s gorgeous body and his cock springs to attention at the sight of her. Completely naked, Sharon momentarily hesitates in the doorway and Tim views her perfectly sculpted curves with renewed anticipation. Forget Rhonda! She can’t hold a candle to Sharon’s stunningly proportioned body.