“I… Ugh….I…oh ffuuu-” she stuttered, her eyes rolling into her head as she struggled to adjust to my length.
I have to admit, although I’ve wanted this for an age, I never expected it to actually happen. To finally have my cock buried in my best friend’s wife.
But it’s just pure bliss.
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If I was being honest, I’ve wanted her from the first moment. She’s gorgeous, obviously. Her mom and dad are Chinese and Caucasian, respectively. And they made a stunning daughter. I can still remember when she introduced herself at her new Bible study, her legs crossed, her black hair in a ponytail. “I’m Rebecca,” she squeaked, her voice barely making it across the room.
I could barely tear my eyes away from her on the first night. I’m not bad to look at, just pretty average. At 5’11 and 150 lbs, I’m a little on the slimmer side but with some decent definition.
All they is to say that I had enough confidence to approach her on that night. Sadly, it wasn’t long before the bomb dropped. Engaged. Her fiance was moving into town next week.
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I expected to hate him. He was engaged to the woman of my dreams. But he was too damn likeable. Smiley and charasmatic, it took him roughly five seconds to win me over. His fiance was still the subject of my fantasies, but I couldn’t help but like him.
Apparently we had a lot in common, including a shared taste in women apparently.
Their wedding was the hardest day of my life. Literally. She looked amazing in white, causing me to find ways to hide my erection through the full service. Right until the newlyweds made their rounds with the guests.
“James! Hey!” Lachlan exclaimed, his face flushed with happiness and wine. Throwing his arms around me, he pulled me into a hug. “Soooo good to have you here man.”
“It’s been an amazing day guys,” I reply. “You both look absolutely amazing,” I say, looking over at his blushing bride.
“Glad to have you here, James,” his bride whispered as she pulled me into her own hug. Her lips on my ear, her perfume drifting through my senses, I couldn’t stop it. I could feel her stiffen against me as we hugged and I knew she could feel me.
I nearly jumped back in my haste. “Glad… Uh… To be here,” I recover, smiling widely. “I’ll let you guys get back to your guests, but… Uh… You both look amazing.” Rebecca’s eyes were still wide with a bit of shock but Lachlan pulled her along and it wasn’t long before she was happy and smiling between guests.
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We didn’t speak about it after that. Although, on particularly wild nights I’d see her staring, quickly turning her head when I’d meet her eyes.
Those nights were my favourite. We might have been faithful church-goers, but a little alcohol goes a long way.
Lachlan, in particular, didn’t need much.
A few drinks in and he’d be spilling all sorts of beans. Loudly he’d proclaim the details of their sex life to me. Rebecca would blush, hiding her shy face in her hands. He’d go on, but the details were…. Boring. He seemed to enjoy it. But it sounded vanilla as hell. Eventually someone would shut him up, but every guy in the room would be shuffling in their seats, struggling to cover the rising tents in their pants.
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And then today happened.
I’ve always had mixed feelings about having church at night. But most people my age are there, so why not?
This week I was on welcoming. Standing at the door, shaking hands, smiling, and having small chats. A usual Sunday night, until she walked in.
I’ve fantasised about Rebecca A LOT. But today she seemed to determined to blow every fantasy of her out of the water.
It could’ve been a scene from a movie. First, her black high-heels appeared under the door, her legs clad in sheer black stockings. Then as she stood, her face became visible. Her silky black hair tied into a high bun. Her makeup flawless and natural, but with a bold red lipstick.
My jaw was already scraping along the ground. But when she closed her car door, I had no hope. Nearly skin-tight, her little black dress hugged everything. And fuuuck me was I jealous of that dress. Her neckline dipped just enough to show the beginnings of cleavage, but still remained high enough to stay as a tantalising mystery. She held her clutch in hand and swayed her way to the entrance.
“Rebecca! Hey,” I recovered. “Great… Great to see you!”
“Thanks James,” She smiled. The warmth in the smile was nearly enough to knock me on my ass.
“Is Lachlan inside?” She asked, cocking her head slightly.
“Yeah, yeah. He’s just in band practice,” I replied, stuttering a little.
“Good. Well I’ll… See you inside,” she purred, looking me up and down and touching my arm as she walked past.
My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and it took me a second to clear my head before the next person walked inside. Rebecca had found some friends and was hugging and shrieking. From behind she was even more incredible. Her legs seemed to stretch forever. And her ass seemed to come straight from my dreams. The hem of her dress only covered her magnificent ass by a few inches and when she’d stretch for a hug it would lift to just below the curve of her ass.
The next hour or two were definitely going to be a struggle. I couldn’t leave my post yet, but I was off the bathroom as soon as I could to relieve some pressure.
Thankfully, it wasn’t long before the MC was heard, welcoming people into the service and encouraging them into the main auditorium. Typically, welcomers wait a few minutes before we leave foyer and join the service, but I was just about ready to burst.
“James.”
I nearly leapt into the air as the quiet voice called from behind me.
“Rebecca. Hey, what’s up?” I queried, turning to face the bombshell.
“Do you have a sec? I was hoping we could chat.”
“Yeah! No, let’s chat,” I smile. “What’s up?”
She bites her lip softly and looks a little shy. “Maybe you should come with me,” she beckons, watching to make sure I follow before she turns to lead the way.
Even though I am curious as hell, I still can’t take my eyes away from her swinging hips and she walks. Her ass is like a eye-magnet and I’m stuggling to tear mine away.
She leads us towards the auditorium entrance but ducks into a side door before we enter. It’s the ‘crying room’ for nursing mothers and upset children. Obviously I’ve never had a need to go in there, but I was surprised at the size of the room when I walked in.
A long couch lined the back wall, accompanied by a long coffee table. On the opposite side of the wall was a big glass window which I knew to be one-sided. The room was charcoal grey and the walls were lined with soft padding to absorb the sound of crying children instead of disturbing the congregation.
A soft click sounded as I surveyed the room and I turned to see Rebecca locking the door.
“So what’s going on?” I ask, facing her properly.
“James… I don’t really know where to start with this.”
Even though she looked sexy as all hell, her nervousness somehow made her all the more endearing.