Denise and Darnell pt 2 by HighBlueSky
Explore the thrill of passion in 'Denise and Darnell, pt 2' by HighBlueSky. Dive into this captivating erotic sex story that delves into intimacy, desire, and unforgettable moments. Join Denise and Darnell as their fiery connection ignites in unexpected ways. Perfect for fans of steamy romance!<br/>
Some parts of this are true. Some have been exaggerated. My first story. Enjoy!
(start with Denise and Darnell, pt 1 to get the back story)
She must have felt pretty excited about it, because she wore these shorts that sat on her hips and emphasized her ass perfectly. Her top was clingy, thin, and low cut. It became apparent that she forewent her padded bras for a thinner cupped one, as her nipples were often on display in his cool basement.
I’ll summarize the fun but boring part: we drank and shot pool. Darnell was actually somewhat cool, though he was eyefucking my wife the whole time. Not in an obnoxious way – he couldn’t seem to help it. I couldn’t blame him. Denise even subtly encouraged it with how she’d bend over or stretch. As we got a little drunk, the comments and jokes got more risqué. Denise would “accidentally” brush her ass against his groin as she passed him. I’d reach over and squeeze a tit as Darnell looked at her. He offered us some weed, which always makes Denise horny and multi-orgasmic.
After we toked, she suggested an old billiard game we made up in college that was mostly just an excuse to play around with each other. It was essentially strip pool where whoever scratched had to remove an article of clothing. Darnell readily agreed and told me to not scratch.
The first to scratch was Denise, so she removed her top. My underwear got tighter because the bra that she had on pushed her breasts up, as if offering them up. When she walked, they bounced a bit. Her nipples strained against the fabric.
“Your wife has spectacular boobs, Jack.”
“He’ll be seeing them soon which how I’m playing!”
She proved herself right on her next turn. She walked up to him, sitting on the arm of his couch, and asked him to unclasp her bra for her.
“It’s in the front,” she said, offering her breasts to him.
“Oh, I’d be happy to do that,” he replied. As he reached for the clasp, his hands brushed across her breasts and lingered for a second. Unhooked, the bra popped open to reveal the inner swells of her breasts. She just stood there, giggling at him. He pulled the cups apart and exposed her gorgeous breasts to us. Her nipples were rock hard, her areolas two dark pink quarters on her untanned boobs, themselves white islands on the tanned skin. I have no idea how he registered the urge to grab them. She finally stepped back and let the bra fall to the floor. “Your shot, Darnell.”
Obviously flustered, he scratched and remove his shirt. I did the same.
Denise tried a too difficult shot, stretched out over the edge of the table. Still it looked to me like she shot the cue ball directly into the pocket. Darnell might have noticed had he not been staring at her ass, which was pointed directly at him. I looked at the front of his basketball shorts. My wife’s antics were having the same effect on him as they wer on me, only to a much larger degree.
Remaining bent over, Denise pushed her ass at him as she backed away from the table. She reached under and undid the button and zipper. She eased her shorts down, revealing her lovely round white ass. She’d worn her sheer panties – holy fucking shit. The right leg hole had ridden into her crack and a lovely swell of ass cheek was hanging out.
“Goddamn, girl,” he sighed as his hand unconsciously started to hold his cock. She turned around to face him. Her brown bush displayed prominently under the sheer.
“There’s another rule I forgot to mention. If you scratch three times in a row, you have to remove a piece of clothing from the opponent of your choosing.” She did put even bother to pretend to decide; she strode to the couch arm where he sat.
“I choose your shorts. Please, allow me.”
As he had done, her hands ran up the clothing that was to be removed, lingering on what was behind it. They rubbed against the bulge in his shorts. “Oooooh,” she cooed. He lifted up off the couch arm and she pulled down his blue basketball shorts and exposed his equipment. “Oh my god,” she said and glanced at me. His cock hung 6 inches with a head even wider than its impressive girth. Behind it his ballsack held two objects that could have been golf balls. She reached behind his member and lifted it up with her cupped palm, as if to examine it and prove that it was real.
“It’s heavy, ain’t it? Hahaha,” Darnell laughed.
Her eyes wide, her mouth gaped, from shock or desire, I don’t know which. My dick immediately started swelling at the sight of my wife rubbing his expanding cock. I once had driven her away with my jealous and insecurity, but now I felt a fevered desire to see her give herself to someone else. She placed her mouth on the end of his dark purple head and worked it past her lips. It now looked to be about 9 inches. Her lips worked their way down his meat. I knew well her excellent oral skills, but was still amazed that she got not only the head but another 3 inches into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, inhaling and exposing that length of his manhood. I straightened out my erection in my short and rubbed my palm against it.
She gave her jaw a break and started licking his cock and balls. She’d flick the underside of his bell end and then lap at his scrotum. She’d tell me later that his musk was strong but it only made her hornier. She’d lock eyes with me as she took his cock deeper her mouth.
“That’s right. Suck that dick. You know that’s what you came here after.” When she responded with an enthusiastic “mm hmm” as she was bobbing on his cock, I knew that he was going to talk dirty to her. And I knew we both would enjoy it more if he did.
After a few minutes of wet, determined sucking, she tapped his cock against her face. “I want this inside me. Please.”
“Ha. Well, pardon me, Mr. Jack, but I’m going to have to fuck your hot little wife. Hope you don’t mind.”
“She’s all yours, man. You can do whatever she wants you to do.”
“Yes I can,” he confirmed. “Lay back on that couch, girl.”
She stood and let his cock slide out of her hand. It bobbed in the air. My smaller, averaged-sized dick could point mostly upward when hard, but his thick meat was too heavy to support that weight. My wife tip-toed and then hopped once to the couch excitedly, causing her breasts to bounce so beautifully. She leaned over to me and gave me a deep kiss made sloppy by the saliva she’d created sucking his dick. I always loved a wet kiss after a blowjob and this was no different.
He reached around her and cupped her breasts, pulling her away and back against him. His cock pressed against her ass crack. His massive hands clinched her tits, fingers digging into her flesh. I knew that as she got more turned on that she liked forceful actions like that. Darnell then reached down and pressed his fingers against her pussy through the cloth of her panties. My wife moaned and leaned her head back against him. I couldn’t see what his other hand was doing, but she later told be that it was between her ass cheeks and a finger was massaging her anus through her underwear.