The doorbell rang just as I was settling in for a quiet evening, wife delayed at work. Opening it, there stood Lucy, my wife's best friend, in skin-tight gym gear that hugged every curve like a second skin—black leggings and a sports bra leaving little to the imagination. Sweat still glistened on her from her run, making her look like trouble wrapped in spandex.
"Wife not home?" she asked, stepping inside without waiting, her voice sharp with that signature wit. "Figures. She mentioned you'd be here alone, probably brooding. Don't worry, I won't tell her I caught you in your natural habitat—laziness."
I laughed, closing the door. "And here I thought you came to borrow sugar. Or is this your way of showing off that post-gym glow? You look like you just conquered a marathon and the treadmill's ego."
Lucy smirked, turning to face me, hands on her hips. "Conquered? Please. That machine begged for mercy. But enough small talk—I'm horny as hell from all that endorphin rush, and your wife's absence is the perfect plot twist. Think you can handle a strong woman who knows what she wants?"
The air thickened as she stepped closer, her eyes locking on mine with playful challenge. "Or are you all talk, like usual?"
"Talk?" I replied, pulse quickening. "I'm more of a man of action when the opportunity drips right in front of me."
She chuckled, pulling me into a kiss that turned fierce. Clothes hit the floor fast—her leggings peeling down to reveal her ass, firm and inviting. "Get that cock hard for me," she commanded, dropping to her knees. Her mouth enveloped me in a blowjob that had me groaning, tongue swirling with expert precision while her hands gripped my thighs.
"Fuck, Lucy," I panted, sweating already. "You're not holding back."
"Why would I?" she said, popping off with a wicked grin, her pussy visibly wet and dripping as she stood. "Wife's not here to interrupt our kinky fun. Bend me over—let's see if you can make me come first."
I spun her around, thrusting into her from behind, her ass slapping against me as we built a rhythm. She met every move with equal force, panting, "Harder—yes, fill that pussy!" Our bodies slick with sweat, she rode the edge, coming hard around my cock with a cry. I followed, cum spilling deep as we collapsed, both panting from the explosive heat.
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