My wife had a male friend who owned his own mobile business. He was ruggedly handsome, flirtatious, wore tight jeans that highlighted his bulge. I loved fantasizing out loud about them during sex. I told my wife that if she ever got the chance, go for it. Sheila assured me she had never had sex with him, but it sure looked like it. He would go to her place of work (she was a private sitter who worked for the elderly in their homes). He'd knock quietly at the door of the residence and she'd come outside and talk to him a while, then he'd hug her and go back to work. Once, he was visiting her inside the home and pulled her onto his lap, which angered the lady my wife kept, so they had to keep it on the down-low--that's why he couldn't go inside anymore.
One evening, my wife, with a twinkle in her eye, told me that "Buster" had suddenly kissed her on the lips today and said "Let's go in the wash room (in the back of the carport)for some fun." It got my notice, but she told me "He was just being an ass; he wouldn't do anything." He was her only real friend and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it--plus it turned me on to think of my straight-laced wife giving a guy a quickie at her employer's residence. As it turned out, it didn't happen that way; it was riskier, hotter and bold as brass!
My wife had to take off work for a minor surgery and was in the hospital for 48 hours to be observed. Buster had visited her twice already and brought her a stuffed animal. I felt bad because I came with nothing. That was Friday; I went home in the evening and returned the next morning and found her glowing and trying to suppress a giggle. "You look like you've been up to something!" I said. "You just don't know!" she replied, "and you will NOT believe what I've done," then she told me her story.
"Buster came to see me kind of late last night; I'm surprised he even got in. The nurse had just left out of my room; I'd had a sleeping pill and was in a mellow state, but I was fully aware--not in la-la land or anything. Buster asked if there was anything he could do for me. He began to adjust my covers, then reached in and tickled my pussy. 'BUSTER!' I whispered, 'are you crazy?' He smiled and unzipped his fly and his dick fell out right on the edge of my bed. I told him he was going to get us in trouble, but he took my hand and wrapped it around his dick and squeezed. I was not only mellow, I was horny, so I thought a minute and threw back my covers and told him 'If we're going to do this, we better get started--and you damned sure better finish and get off me before a nurse comes back!" That was what he wanted to hear. I was already in a hospital gown with no panties, and he took NOTHING off, just unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down below his butt; he even kept that old cowboy hat on! He silently got on the bed between my legs, pushed my gown up over my boobs, pulled his shirt up to his belly and rubbed the tip of his dick on my pussy, pushing in just enough to get some juices on it. He positioned his cock just right, then moved his hands to the mattress just over my shoulders and pushed in. He'd pull out a little bit, then shove in another inch. In a minute, we were rocking the hospital bed and it was squeaking so loud I just knew we'd be caught. He kept it up and French kissed me awhile. I got scared and told him to hurry up--I don't want to get us in trouble. I just knew the night nurse would hear and investigate, finding him on top of me, wearing his cowboy hat and fucking me while fully clothed. He pumped faster and faster, then pushed his legs out straight and sprayed my pussy full of hot cum. When he pulled out, it dripped out onto the sheet. About that time, somebody in the hallway dropped something making a loud noise. Buster yanked his manhood out of me, hopped off the bed, tucked in his shirt and pulled up his pants in one fast, smooth motion. When we realized we got away with it and didn't get caught, we started laughing softly. He covered me back up, kissed me and told me we'd just had 'get-well sex!' then he said 'See you tomorrow' and was gone. Not five minutes after he left, a nurse came in and checked on me and asked if I was comfortable--close call. I told her I felt great, then soon drifted off to sleep.
"You held him off all this time, then fucked him in the hospital?" "I guess he had been so sweet to me, and I was lonely, plus very relaxed from the sleeping pill--it just all fell into place," she replied. I didn't have right to be angry, I'd been encouraging her to do it with him, but I never once thought she could be so bold as to take a chance in a place like that. I was VERY turned on by the idea, though. That night (her last night in the hospital), I showed up to try to recreate the risky get-well sex. My wife laughed and said, "Everybody wants to fuck me in the hospital; I'll have to go home to get some rest!" I did just like Buster did, but one thing was different: The nurse walked in and caught me before I could ejaculate. No, we didn't get in trouble, but I did get told to get out of the hospital. "You can wait until she gets home for that!" she scolded, "I do not want to walk in here and see your ass bobbing up and down on a patient!"
I jacked off in the car on the way to the house, then beat my meat again at home, thinking about Buster screwing Sheila like a bunny in the hospital bed. It wouldn't be the last time Buster relieved his nuts in my wife, though, and Buster seemed to have a fetish for risky situations--I'll tell more later.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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