Becca Bellamy
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Saying Another Man’s Name
🕑 Added 2022-03-20 01:37:45 +0000 UTC“Wait, are you saying you want to fuck Chad?” you ask.
Your wife smiles, stands up, and takes her shirt off. She drops it in your lap and reaches back to unhook her bra. That too ends up in your lap, though you’re not really paying attention because your wife is busy playing with her breasts and it looks spectacularly sexy.
“You didn’t answer me,” you say.
She spins around, unbuttons her shorts, and works them over her hips and down her legs. She bends over as they reach her ankles and you stare are her perfect, smooth ass with a red lace thong running down the crack.
She looks over her shoulder and says, “You told me it should be someone I’d like to fuck.”
“And you’d like to fuck my best friend Chad?” you ask.
“Don’t forget that he was the best man at our wedding,” she replies before stepping back and sitting in your lap. Her body feels warm and soft against yours and you can’t help but reach up and grasp her breasts. She moans and gently moves her ass in your lap, almost immediately bringing your cock to life.
“He looked good in his tuxedo,” your wife says. “Really good. I remember how badly my maid of honor wanted him. She was ready to throw herself at him.”
“What about me?” you ask. “Did I look good in my tuxedo?”
“Of course you did, sweetie, but we’re not talking about you right now,” she replies. “We’re talking about your best friend.”
You’re hard now. Hard enough that your cock actually aches a little bit. You know she can feel your desire, too.
“And I think you like that we’re talking about your best friend,” she says. “I think you want to hear me say his name while you’re inside me. Isn’t that true, sweetie?”
It feels like a dangerous thing to admit, and yet your brain is screaming at you to do so. It wants to chase that arousal. It wants a deeper, stronger hit of what you’re feeling as your wife grinds in your lap and talks about your best friend while you play with her breasts.
“Yes, I want that,” you say. “I want to hear you say his name while I’m inside you.”
Your wife stands, spins around, and gets on her knees between your legs. She smiles and reaches up to unbutton your shorts and pull them off. Your underwear follows and your wife wraps her fingers around your cock and strokes you slowly.
“My maid of honor didn’t get to fuck Chad that night, but one of my bridesmaids did,” she says. “She told me about it after we got back from our honeymoon. She told me he was spectacular. He fucked her better than any man ever had, she said.”
“Have you been…have you been thinking about Chad since the wedding?” you ask.
Your wife smiles and leans forward to kiss the head of your cock. She looks up at you with your flesh pressed against her lips and says, “What my bridesmaid said stuck with me. So sometimes I think about him.”
She takes you in her mouth, preventing you from asking another question as your body pulses with the pleasure of an exceptional blowjob. She plays with your shaft and balls with her hands and sucks on the head while her tongue does wondrous things to the underside.
Then, she stands and lowers her panties. She straddles you on the couch and reaches down to rub the head of your cock over her pussy lips. “Do you want me to say his name while you’re fucking me?” she asks.
“Yes,” you reply.
Your wife sinks down on your cock. She’s soaking wet and you fill her with ease. You reach up and take her breasts in your hand. She smiles, moans, and begins to ride you.
“Fuck…Chad,” she says, uttering your best friend’s name and sending a surge of pleasure to your loins. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”
Her eyes are still closed as she rides you faster. She leans back, puts her hands on your knees, and bounces wildly. You run your hands over her stomach and fondle her breasts.
“Fuck me, Chad,” she says. “Fuck my married pussy.”
You groan as your wife imagines fucking your best friend while your cock is buried deep inside her. You give yourself over to the pursuit of a decidedly kinky orgasm. You want every bit of pleasure that you can get.
“Do I fuck you better than your husband?” you ask.
Your wife opens her eyes, leans forward, and kisses you. “Yes, you do, Chad,” she says. “You fuck me better than my husband ever has. I’ve been thinking about you since our wedding night and now that I have your cock inside me I know that I wasn’t just fantasizing about you being better than him. I know that you are better than him. Much better.”
You lose yourself. Your body trembles with pleasure. You cum inside your wife as she pushes you deep into your fantasy and right over the edge.
She smiles gleefully. It seems like she doesn’t mind that you came before she could get there. “Sorry,” you say despite the smile on her face. “That was a lot hotter than I expected it to be.”
“It’s okay,” she replies. “How about you play with my clit and make me cum.”
She leans back and you reach down and rub her clit with your cock still inside her. You play with her breasts with your other hand and soon enough your wife is trembling with pleasure from the beautiful orgasm.
“Thank you,” she says afterwards.
“No, thank you,” you reply.
“Maybe we’ll do this again sometime,” she says. “Or, maybe I’ll actually fuck your best friend.”
You can’t tell if she’s serious, but suddenly you feel like you desperately want your wife to fuck your best friend.
“Would you like that?” she asks with a surprised look on her face.
“I have no idea,” you say. You really don’t know if you’d like it, but you’re fairly certain you wouldn’t be mad if she just did it. Who knows? Maybe she will.
