“What are you doing,” Amy said breathlessly, a little confused.
“Turn over,” I said firmly.
She quickly turned over presenting her bum in the air. I held my cock, slick with her juices and started teasing her pussy. I rubbed it up her entrance and down again refusing to enter. Amy started moaning again. Resting her head on a pillow she slipped a hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit as I teased her entrance with my cock.
“Don’t tease me, Adam I’m so close,” Amy shouted out.
I plunged deep inside her, firmly grasped her by the hips and pounded her pussy hard and fast.
“Oh fuck, yer like that baby fuck me,” Amy screamed between hard thrusts.
I had only ever heard her call Sarah ‘baby’. I kept thrusting harder and faster. Slamming my cock to the hilt, there were slapping sounds as her bum smacked into me. My breathing was getting ragged. I just kept going faster and faster for as long as I could.
“Jesus, fuck, aghh, oh,” moaned Amy.
My orgasm was building, I was so close. After a few more thrusts I started spurting cum deep inside her. I kept thrusting hard, short, brutal thrusts into her hot pussy. She hadn’t noticed my cum inside her, and I was still rock hard. Desperate to make her come I increased my pace, fucking her harder and harder. I wanted Sarah to hear me make her wife scream.
“Harder, that’s it, fuck me this is so good,” Amy moaned loudly.
I started giving her pert bum cheeks a light slap. Each time, she gave a little whimper. I knew she liked spanking during sex, I’d heard Sarah do it enough. It then occurred to me that I hadn’t thought about Sarah at all this time. Amy hadn’t mentioned her either.
“Keep going Adam please, I’m so close,” Amy shouted with hungry lust.
I was tiring now, my thrusts were slowing. With a Herculean effort, I mustered all my reserve energy. Hammering my cock harder and faster than ever before. The headboard was crashing into the wall denting the paintwork. Amy was screaming louder than ever, a primal animalistic wail.
“I’m cumming oh fuck I’m cumming, cum in me, cum in me, cum in,” she screamed in rapid succession, in time with my swift thrusts.
I felt my lower body tighten as I unloaded inside her for a second time. I stopped trusting and collapsed sideways on the bed. Fatigue gripped me as I tried to control my breathing. Amy laid next to me, eyes closed, savouring her orgasm. She turned her head to me. Our faces were centimetres apart. She leant towards me and kissed me. I kissed her back, just a few light kisses. Her tongue snaked into my mouth. When I tried to suck it she pulled back sharply.
“Shit, we shouldn’t have done that, that’s not supposed to happen,” Amy said a little flustered. She climbed off the bed and picked up her dressing gown.
“Don’t worry, I wanted it too,” I said as she looked at me nervously.
“It’s ok, it’s our little secret,” she whispered putting a finger to her lips, opening the door to slip out.
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I woke up early in the morning to the sound of shouting. I couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, but it sounded like Sarah. There was the sound of a slamming door and then silence.
Heading downstairs, I stopped in the doorway. Amy was sitting on a sofa in her dressing gown, knees pulled up to her chin, sobbing quietly. I went to the kitchen made a cup of tea, and sat down next to her.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked quietly, putting the mug on the coffee table.
Amy didn’t respond, I waited a few moments and then made a motion to leave. Amy grabbed my arm to hold me back.
“What’s up?” I asked again.
“Sarah thinks something is going on between us,” Amy explained through sobs.
“Oh,” I said not knowing what else to say. The tears were rolling down her face, blonde hair tied back in a rough ponytail. Even with watery, puffy eyes, she was very pretty.
“It’s because we’ve been hanging out a lot, and the sessions have been lasting longer. I hadn’t realised,” she said picking up the tea and sipping it.
Now that she mentioned it, our sex sessions were getting longer each time. Sometimes we lay in bed a while before starting just talking, other times the foreplay went on a bit.
“I said at the start of all this it wasn’t a good idea, Sarah used to hate seeing you with a guy,” I said.
“Yer, but that was before we got together, and I’m not with you, we’re just friends aren’t we?” she asked.
I couldn’t tell if she wanted an answer or not. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Amy anymore. I had fancied her since I was a kid. She looked gorgeous, sitting there on the sofa. Long silky legs, beautiful teary blue eyes, strands of sunny blonde hair framing a pretty face. We had loads in common and got on so well. She was perfect girlfriend material. With everything going on between us I should be madly in love with her. I think a part of me was, but a bigger part was sad for her and Sarah.
“I’ll have a chat with her,” I told Amy softly.
She rested her head on my shoulder and snuggled in as I turned the telly on. If Sarah ever saw us sitting like this, I could forgive her for being upset.
I convinced Amy to go out that evening and let me speak to Sarah on my own. I had some dinner ready for when she got I’m home. She seemed surprised to see the table laid for just us two.
“Where’s Amy?” she asked inquisitively.
“I thought it would be nice for us to have a meal together, maybe talk things out,” I said diplomatically.
“Oh, she told you about this morning then, why am I not surprised,” she said irritably.
Ignoring her tone I said “I think it would be a good idea if we went back to the clinic,”