Sam
I had the biggest smile on my face all day, knowing that Mark was coming to spend the night. An entire night. Part of it was a relief that he even wanted to come spend the night with me after catching me having sex with my neighbor Chris a couple days ago. I tried to prepare myself for the possibility that he could end up leaving early, not wanting to be around me after hearing everything I had to tell him. But I hoped that he'd be more turned on than upset.
He texted mid-afternoon once his wife and kids had left to spend the night at her sister's.
Mark: Heather and the kids just left
Mark: I'm going to take a shower, then I'll head over ;)
It seemed like his initial anger may have dissipated over the past couple days, and/or he got most of it out of his system when he came over and angry-fucked me yesterday morning.
But I was still nervous, knowing all that I had to tell him. I wondered whether I should tell him everything or hold some things back. The video Chris took, or that he'd made me squirt for the first time, for instance. It wasn't so much that I wanted to have any secrets from Mark, but I was cautious of saying anything that might make his anger flare back up, when it seemed like he'd already started to forgive me.
I buzzed Mark up when he arrived a little while later, with butterflies in my stomach. He had a small duffel bag with him, and just seeing that made me that much more excited, remembering that he was staying the night.
"Hi," I greeted him at the door with a smile.
"Hi, slut," he teased, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
I felt a tingle between my legs with his greeting, flushing deeper as I remembered how he'd come in yesterday morning, guiding me back to my room and pushing me down on the bed to fuck me immediately. It seemed like he might be restraining himself from doing the same thing again, and part of me wanted to tell him not to. I knew we needed to talk about everything that happened, but then again, we had all night.
"Are you excited to tell me about all of your slutty activity?" His voice was still stern and a bit gravely, but it didn't have as much as a sharp edge to it as it had yesterday.
"Yes," I replied easily. "I want to tell you all about it."
I remembered what Mark had texted yesterday, that he wanted to feel my mouth and hands on him while I told him everything. As tempted as I was to drop to my knees right there in the hall, I led him into my room instead.
"Do you want anything to drink?" I asked a bit awkwardly, not knowing if we were going to get right into it.
"I"m okay for now," Mark answered, letting his duffel bag drop to the floor near the foot of the bed before sitting on the edge, leaning back on his elbows, getting comfortable.
"Take off your clothes," he commanded. "Slowly."
Okay, getting right into it apparently. I bit my lip and lifted my shirt over my head first.
"I want to know how it started," Mark prompted once I was shirtless. "You were so horny after I got interrupted the other night, weren't you?"
"Yes, I was," I admitted.
"Did you text him right away?"
I shook my head. "He sent another message soon after you said goodnight, saying that he was going to stop trying with me. He figured I wasn't interested since I hadn't texted him back at all since the first time we hooked up a few weeks ago."
As I'd hoped, there was a flicker of understanding in Mark's eyes as I explained the circumstances behind my initial text to Chris.
"Take off your shorts next," he ordered, rather than responding to what I'd told him.
I felt eager to comply, but forced myself not to rush. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts, I started pushing them down inch by inch. I turned to face away from him, bending slowly as I pushed the shorts down over my ass, keeping my knees locked as I leaned all the way down, and glancing over my shoulder to see his expression. His eyes were glued to my ass, and I caught him adjusting himself in his shorts a little.
"What happened when you texted him back?" Mark asked as I stood back up slowly and turned back to face him.
"It turned into sexting pretty quickly."
"Touch your tits through your bra," Mark commanded. "Are those nipples hard?"
I did as I was told, squeezing my breasts with both hands through the bra cups, rubbing my thumbs over my nipples and feeling them poking through the fabric. "They're getting hard already."
"Take it off. Underwear stay on for now."
I reached behind my back to unhook the bra, letting it fall away slowly, revealing my full breasts and hard nipples.
"Play with them some more. Flick your tongue around them and suck on them."
My chest heaved as I complied with Mark's directions, keeping my eyes on him as I massaged both breasts in my hands. Then I lowered my head to tease one nipple at a time with my tongue, rolling and flicking around each one before wrapping my lips around them and sucking lightly.
In my peripheral vision, I noticed Mark shifting again, rubbing himself through his shorts. "I want to read the messages," he said.
I looked at him, and my hesitancy must've been clear in my expression.
Mark seemed oblivious, or pretended not to notice. "Give me your phone."
I reluctantly retrieved my phone and unlocked it before handing it to him. Then I slid down to my knees in front of him, pushing his thighs apart to make room for myself between them.
He groaned softly as he watched me get into position, but stopped me before my hands could slide up any further.
"Hang on," he said, pulling off his shirt and pushing down his shorts so that he was only in his underwear, too. Then he scooted back on the bed until he was sitting up against the headboard and spreading his legs, looking right at me as he patted the mattress between them.
Another tingle rushed through me as he beckoned me closer. I forced myself to move slowly, climbing onto the bed on my hands and knees and crawling over to him, settling between his legs once again.
Mark rubbed his hard cock through his underwear and reached out with his other hand to pinch and tease my nipples, tugging on them lightly.
I gasped when I felt his touch, squeezing my thighs together as my pussy clenched in reaction.
Mark's eyes darted down, noticing my response. His hand trailed down to my lap, pushing out on my inner thighs until my legs spread enough for him to reach between them. He cupped my mound, rubbing over my pussy through my bright blue lacy panties, and pressing in with his middle finger.
My eyes closed involuntarily, and I moaned, my hips grinding on his hand, aching for more of his touch. He pushed the lacy fabric aside and replaced his finger between my bare lips, feeling more of the wetness that was accumulating quickly.
"So wet," Mark observed. "Remembering how he fucked you?"
I hesitated before responding, still feeling nervous about admitting it. Besides, most of what was exciting me was everything Mark was doing at that moment, and the anticipation of sharing all of my sluttiness with him. But I didn't allow myself to overthink it.
"Yes," I answered simply, pressing his hand onto me harder, grinding.
Mark continued rubbing, then slipped two fingers inside me, coating them in more wetness.
I moaned and squeezed around his fingers, wanting to cum on them. But then I remembered I had other plans. Pushing back gently on his hand, I slid down onto my stomach between his legs, resting up on my elbows. Then I scooted closer until my head was hovering over his cock.
"I want to suck you while you read my messages with Chris," I told him.
As much as I still felt some nerves about how he'd react to all of it, I was also practically dripping with anticipation. I squeezed my thighs together yet again, trying to ease the pressure there as I cupped my hand around him through his underwear, rubbing, stroking, and squeezing his balls a little.
Mark moaned softly, his eyes on me rather than on the phone.
I kept stroking like that, feeling him getting harder under my touch, brushing my thumb over his head repeatedly, waiting to see a wet spot from his pre-cum. Then I leaned down and rubbed my lips on him through his underwear, sliding them along the underside of his cock. As anxious as I was to feel his skin, and to taste him, I kept waiting for the wet spot, brushing my lips over his head next.
"That feels so good," Mark moaned, brushing some hair out of my face.
"Go ahead and read," I said, winking up at him.
His eyes moved back to my phone right away, as if he just realized he'd gotten distracted.
"Naughty tease," he said, smirking.'
The corner of my lips twitched in an almost-smile as I continued brushing them over his cloth-covered shaft.
Then Mark began reading, and I waited impatiently for his response.
"You didn't resist him at all," he commented just a few seconds into reading.
I felt his cock twitch a little against my lips.
"Such a slut, getting naked and opening your curtains for your neighbor to watch."
I moaned, my lips vibrating against him. With one more brush of my thumb over his tip, I found the wet spot I'd been waiting for. Smiling when I felt it, I finally peeled his underwear down until I'd freed his cock and balls. Starting at his balls, I licked and flicked my tongue around, pinching the skin between my lips gently.
Mark flinched, and I heard him breathing faster as I made my way up slowly, licking, kissing, and rubbing my lips along the underside of his cock.
"You got your dildo out for him within the first couple of minutes," he said, still focused on reading the texts.
