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Friends Suck

Copyright© 2025 by Naughty Sarah

Chapter 19

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - A happily married young woman who teaches a dance class meets another woman and quickly becomes enraptured with her. They become good friends, and, soon thereafter, lovers. It's a wonderful journey and exploration of sapphic love with plenty of erotic interludes of the heterosexual variety too! Will Sasha and Emma's husband hook up too? Read and find out! :-)

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Workplace   Group Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys  

“So you like my tush?”

“First time I saw you in that cheerleader’s outfit, bending and strutting, I said to myself, ‘I have got to grab those buns!’ --”

“And you did -- eventually.” She reached up and pulled one spaghetti strap off her left shoulder. “I have a surprise for you.” The other strap was removed. “Special -- for my husband, the ass man.” She reached behind herself and nimbly undid the four hooks-and-eyes. She began squirming sensuously. The sheath began to flow off her, lower and lower. Once it was past the pert thrust of her tits, it slid down the rest of the way in a soft, sussurant swish of fine fabric until it lay in a small heap about her ankles.

She stepped back and out of the circle of discarded evening dress.

“Like?” She raised her hands above her head and slowly turned for him. The flimsy, non-support bra was blue and nearly transparent.

So were the thigh-cut panties.

When she had turned a full 360 degrees, she watched her husband swallow.

“I like,” he said simply, his voice thick. His lovely, petite wife stood before him in her bra, panties and -- this was a first, really -- garters and stockings.

“That’s new,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “The stockings.”

“Got the idea from Cassie.” She’d told him some things about Cassie -- including her remarkable tongue -- but not about what she and Sasha had done with Cassie.

“Thank her for me.”

She smiled slightly and turned to her right, then executed a majestically smooth bend from the waist. Her knees stayed straight, as did her back and shoulders. She bent lower and lower, until her forearms were wrapped around her calves, her nose was against her knees and her gorgeous little butt was outthrust in all its rounded glory, inside the taut, blue sheen of the panties.

Emma could hear his breathing grow shallow. She watched his fingers twitch, the jerky stretching of his arm. His hand came to rest in a long caress on her ass, his palm almost covering one cheek, his splayed finger lightly pressing the other.

“Step up behind me,” she whispered, voice throaty. “Get close behind me. I want to feel you pressing against me.”

He moved like a man in a dream, coming around behind her. His cock was as hard as a piece of steel, throbbing down his right thigh within his trouser leg. He bent his knees and pressed the stiff, throbbing meat into the shallow crack of her ass. She felt the thickness of his shaft between her ass cheeks, saw the bulge of the pants-covered glans protruding below her crotch.

Her soaked crotch.

He had both hands on her ass now and they wouldn’t stay still. His hands slid around her hips, up to her waist, around to her tummy.

She stood slowly, gracefully, back and legs straight. His hands slid up to her breasts, cupping and caressing them through the thin bra, then squeezing them carefully, finally pinching her hardened nipples and eliciting a soft “Oh!” from her. She let herself lean back into him, the back of her head against his chest, as he savored her lithe charms. She flexed her ass cheeks against his cock, felt his dick surge in response.

She turned within his arms. Her hands went to his waist, quickly undoing belt, waistband and zipper, pushing trousers and briefs down his heavily-muscled thighs. His cock popped out, long and hard and thick. She felt its heat against her bare stomach as she straightened. His fingers were tugging clumsily at the bra, searching for the clasp, fumbling it open.

“I’ve got to have you, honey,” she breathed. “Can’t wait -- got to have you inside me right now. Lay down right there, right there...” As she spoke, she fumbled at the buttons of his shirt.

He settled gawkily to the carpet as she shrugged out of the bra. She stepped over him and pushed the now sopping panties down just below her cunt, leaving them about her thighs.

Emma crouched over him, ankles to either side of his hips, knees close together.

“Hold it in place for me!” she hissed. She felt his stiff meat sear her thigh just below the panties, shifted to the side and settled her dripping cunt against her husband’s big prick. She pressed down, trying to force herself onto it. With her thighs close together and her torso tensed in her unbalanced crouch, she was even tighter than usual. She worked her hips from side to side, trying to wedge her cunt onto his big pole.

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