A Roommate’s Pussy – Audrey’s Side

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This is the female side of “A Roommates Pussy.”

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My name is Audrey. I am a 24 year old, married, registered nurse. I am not happy with the marriage or the sex that my husband provides. I was a virgin when I married Hank and have never cheated so maybe this is as good as it gets. But I hear women talk about earth rocking orgasms and wonder if I will ever have an orgasm except from my fingers or if I did and did not know it. Can great sex really exist?

I went on birth control right after we were married because this was not the mate for the rest of my life. Not that I had plans to move on, but move away and focus on my career would be nice. As a young girl, there were images of a husband and children in my mind, but as soon as I met Hank’s friends, it became obvious that this was not the dream. It was a boring nightmare.

Hank was part of a group of wife swappers, led by an ugly little guy named George and his fat wife, Nancy. Hank, George, and sometimes Nancy bugged me to join in, which gave me the creeps. I was not brought up like that. The few men I met before I stopped going to their parties certainly would not tempt me. Hank was mad because I would not go to any more of their parties. I was mad because he would not shut up about it.

Besides fat Nancy there were more unattractive women. The men were mostly short like Hank and mid-twenties with zero personalities. All but two, that is. Tommy was about 6’7” and handsome. A lot of the girls would flirt with him and even offer sex in front of everyone. Rumor had it that his penis was long and fat. That leaves Bruce. Bruce was the man I wish I had met before Hank. He was average height, good looking and educated. He had studied engineering and was working cheap in some apprentice program. My husband was a high-school dropout. Hank was making good money as a night Forman, but that was as far as he could go. The more I thought about Bruce, the more tempting he became. And the more I questioned my puritan morals. But I am not that kind of girl and Bruce is not interested in me. Besides, he is with Sheila.

I had heard a rumor that Bruce was sleeping with Tommy’s girlfriend Kathy when Tommy had other plans. Was I jealous? Maybe, but it could never be between Bruce and me. That was only in a private place in my mind. Of course, Hank would love it if he thought that would get us into George’s group.

Then one day Hank called me at work to say that Bruce needed a place to stay. I suggested our spare room before I thought about my answer. It was okay because Hank was happy with my answer.

Bruce and I both worked days so we had several hours together each evening until Hank got home, well after eleven. Sometimes I wished he wouldn’t come home at all. My time together with Bruce grew to be the high point of my day. Sometimes he would fix us food but usually it was me. Everybody’s laundry and mending Hank’s work clothes fell on me too.

One night when I washed Bruce’s clothes, I mended a torn sleeve. Bruce thanked me and kissed me on the cheek. Even though it was only a kiss on the cheek, there was a lot of passion and heat in it. I wondered if I should tell Hank. It was probably something George and Hank had cooked up to trap me.

It was hard to believe that Bruce would join their game. But why risk it. I wanted to leave Hank, but as the innocent one, not the guilty.

When Hank came home, I wondered if he knew about my kiss on the cheek. What if he did and I did not say anything? So I said, “I hope you don’t mind if I Kütahya Escort mended Bruce’s shirt while I was doing laundry. It earned a kiss on the cheek for me.”

“So did you fuck him to say you are welcome?”

“You are sick, Hank! I never should have told you because your little Hank brain would have to twist it around. A little more time with George and you will be as stupid as him! George must be proud of what he is turning you into.”

“George is a firefighter. That is something to be proud of.”

“George is a pervert and he is turning you into one too.” Now I wished that I had not told Hank. Now I wish I had not married Hank! His sick mind is turning me away.

I put on my thinnest nightgown and waited for Bruce to come home. I was mad at Hank when I made the decision to wear it in front of Bruce but starting to feel guilty and then embarrassed as the evening wore on and no Bruce. I had heard stories about Bruce and Kathy. Was that why he was late? Was I jealous?

When Bruce finally arrived, I let my jealousy show and then I was embarrassed about it. Perhaps I was going too far. I am still a married woman even if my husband has lost all my respect. My self-respect was still important to me.

Every time I moved, my nightgown rode up, more and more. The only right and proper thing to do was to correct it but I caught Bruce starring at my legs so I pretended not to notice. Then he got up and walked to the bowl on the television for a piece of candy. On the way back he stared at my crotch. Maybe the only decent thing to do was to cover up but instead I gave him the biggest smile that I could. Oh my God! What have I done? Bruce must think I am a tramp. Exactly what Hank and George want me to become. And if Bruce is working with those perverts, I will divorce Hank and move away. I will go far enough away that they will never find me.

Am I craving Bruce or hating Hank? The truth may be both But I better get more on before Hank comes home and starts making sick comments. Maybe he would be right but I was not willing to admit it to him or myself. I told Bruce that I better get more on before Hank came home and got the wrong idea. Then I realized that I had just admitted to having too little on. Oh well, after showing off my panty clad crotch and giving a big smile he probably already felt encouraged. That may not be the right message to send but it was already sent. My moral battle raged on while I pretended to be absorbed in the television show.

When Hank came home we were sitting on opposite ends of the couch watching television. My heavy bathrobe and our distance should have kept Hank’s dirty mind quiet but it did not. He immediately made a remark, so I got mad and went to bed.

Hank stayed out watching television with Bruce so I started fingering myself and fanaticizing about Bruce. It would be nice to be asleep when Hank came in. It would be nice to ride Bruce. What am I thinking? Am I turning into the slut that they want? And is Bruce one of them?

My orgasm was intense. I shook all over and my eyes rolled up in my head. My finger kept going as I continued to cum. It felt so good that I wanted to go thank Bruce. Instead, I went to sleep. I awoke when my alarm went off in the morning. Hank was beside me snoring away like a freight train.

I felt really guilty. I had not had sex with Bruce, but I had fantasized and even showed him my pussy through my panties. As the day wore on my guilt subsided and my fantasies were returning. But it was wrong Kütahya Escort Bayan and could never be. I am a married woman, no matter how bad the marriage.

That evening, I was in my thin nightgown again when Bruce came in. I wondered if my little B-cup tits would even interest him. But I was pretty sure that he liked my legs and my pussy. Oh my GOD! What was I thinking? What am I doing? Am I just a slut after all?

Bruce scolded me for telling Hank about his innocent peck on the cheek and we made a pact not to tell him anything else unless we both agreed on the content.

Then he was kissing me on the mouth and shoving his tongue in my mouth. At first I fought him, and then relaxed into it. But then his hands were everywhere. I wanted to yell wait. I wanted to slow down so my brain could process what was happening. I wanted to weigh how wrong it was against how much I wanted it to happen. But how good it felt was winning out over how wrong it was.

Then the fear of Hank walking in and catching us took over. If he came home early, he would walk right into the living room and see us. I suggested that we go in Bruce’s room. I was acting like a slut again but we were past the point of no return and had to get out of the living room.

My panties came off as soon as the door closed in Bruce’s bedroom. And he had his pants and underpants off too. He was already hard and a lot thicker and longer than Hank. I wondered if his big cock would hurt me, but it was something I would find out.

When I tried to ride him, he started to lift me onto his mouth. Stopping him, I said, “No Bruce. I want you inside me.” It took several minutes to work his oversized member into my undersized hole. It was never that hard with Hank, and Hank had never hit the back. It felt so good.

After his swollen manhood hit home, I started going round and round on it but came way too soon. It felt incredible and I finally knew what some women were talking about. My orgasm was so intense that it was hard to stay on the bed. It was the first time a man had got me to come. I promised to be back for seconds later and then ran to get cleaned up before Hank got home.

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Hank came home expecting sex. If it was disappointing before I had sex with Bruce, it was disgusting now. What made it bearable was that it only lasted a couple minutes and then he was off to sleep.

Back in Bruce’s room; he had gotten under the covers. I pulled the covers off and found an almost erect penis waiting for me. Hank had tried to get me to suck him since the beginning but I had always refused. But looking at the cock that had brought me to climax so easily earlier, I knew what I had to do. It was time to learn how to suck a cock. It was time to do everything for this man.

I tasted my pussy on his dick. That was another new experience. But no matter how hard I tried, less than half his shaft was going into my mouth and it was gagging me. When Bruce saw that, he pulled my head up. He tried again to eat my pussy but I had not cleaned up from Hank.

I climbed back on but even though I had already been fucked twice in this evening, it still took several minutes to work his way all the way back. By now, his swollen love stick was massive. It felt so good that I wanted to cry out! And once again, my orgasm was rocking my body from head to toe and everything in between. The more I rotated, the better it felt and the orgasm kept coming and coming and coming. My pussy was so full of cum that it was Escort Kütahya leaking out all over his bed. My pussy was so happy for the first time in my life. And I felt like a woman for the first time in my life.

Finally we lay in each other’s arms in the afterglow for at least half an hour. But what if Hank woke up and started looking for me? Maybe I need to get back to my room. I was holding his throbbing manhood that gave me two orgasms and not wanting to let it go.

Maybe just one more ride? As I got on top again, it still took several strokes to get it all the way in. He was alternating between squeezing both my breasts and pulling my hips to help the entry process. When I felt his bulb hitting that magic place I started rotating again. It felt so good that I wanted to cry out. And then I came again and Bruce was coming inside me at the same time. The orgasm went on and on for both of us.

Finally, back in bed beside Hank, the events of the evening had me too excited to sleep. But what comes next? Can I stand to continue living with Hank? Is Bruce a double agent? Will creepy George find out? Will we get caught?

We went on making love every day when we got home and again after Hank went to sleep at night. Then one day Bruce caught me in the parking lot coming home from work. He warned that he had seen Hank testing a very sensitive tape recorder in the middle of the night. We tiptoed into the apartment and found the tape recorder, then back out quietly.

As we reentered separately, each making lots of noise, we staged a conversation for the machine. Bruce said, “Somebody has been kneeling in the grass outside my window watching me.”

“When, Bruce?”

“Right before Hank gets home at night.”

“It must be Hank. The little pervert still thinks we are doing something. Maybe I will divorce him and move away. It is easy for a nurse to get a job, most anywhere.”

“I am so sorry, Sis.”

“It is not your fault, Bruce. That pervert, George has been playing with Hank’s tiny brain and he is too stupid to see it.”

“Have you confronted Hank with your feelings?”

“No, he is not smart enough to get it and George will just reprogram him again. Tell me Bruce, what do you think of me as a woman?”

“You are beautiful, intelligent, desirable, and a prize catch. Hank is pretty lucky.”

“If I am that great, why does he want to trade me?”

“Maybe it is like you said. Hank has a little brain and George is playing with it.”

We quietly tiptoed into Bruce’s room and made love.

Then one night Hank suggested that we go to the movies the next night. We went, but we went to a drive-in. I wore a skirt and Bruce got my panties off right away. I was craving his big love stick and I think he was just as excited into get to my pussy. I straddled him and began working his member inside me. Nobody was parked next to us so I could scream as loud as my orgasm wanted. Then we cuddled and kissed while the movie played. After an hour break, he was inside me again.

When we were all home, Hank began his third degree. “Why did you go to the drive-in instead of a regular movie? Why did I find a pubic hair in the passenger’s seat? What else have you been doing?”

I couldn’t stand him for another minute. Before I thought about the consequences, I blurted out, “Hank, I want a divorce! The only choice you have is whether it will be friendly or nasty. If you choose friendly, I will not ask for alimony.”

Hank looked like he had been punched in the stomach. Finally he said, “You can’t get alimony, you are the cheater.”

“So you say.”

Bruce said he could find another place and I said, “No, Bruce, I need your half of the rent. Can you afford half of the utilities too?”

I will buy a better curtain for Bruce’s window.

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