Our lovemaking took on a new lease of life the following week. Clara regularly wore sexy underwear and heels, knowing that it turned me on even more, something she wouldn't have even considered doing a few months ago. Each time we had sex, we retold our stories of being with Mark and Michelle, heightening our pleasure.
We decided to save ourselves for the weekend, as we were going back to Michelle and Marks on Saturday. Today was Wednesday, and we agreed that tonight would be the last night we had sex before the weekend.
I was sitting in the lounge on my phone when Clara entered. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black stockings and black heels. Her signal was clear that it was time for sex.
Clara went down on me and pretended to be Michelle as she blew me. "Take me to bed," she said in a sultry voice.
We dashed up to the bedroom, and she helped to remove my clothes and pushed me back onto the bed. "69 time. Make me cum on your face while I suck your cock."
I ate her pussy for a while, noticing she had trimmed the hairs shorter than normal, her pussy now felt so smooth. I went along with the role play, "you feel so smooth, just like my wife's cunt," I said, feeling her shudder above me as I pretended to be Mark.
She turned around and straddled my waist, rubbing my wet cock against her wet pussy, sliding herself all over my cock. "You want to put this in me Mark?" she asked, a look of lust in her eyes as she looked directly at me, "Do you want me to sit on your cock, and take it deep into my married pussy?" She moaned.
"Yes," I hissed, as I imagined it was Michelle now sitting on my lap, asking the same questions. She cried out and hissed as she sunk down on me. "Oh shit Mark, your cock is in my pussy," she groaned.
"You feel so good, Clara. I can feel your sexy pussy grabbing my cock," I said.
"I can feel you pushing deep inside me, hitting my cervix; oh shit, I'm cumming on your cock," she cried, holding herself still as I felt her body shaking and jumping as she came on me.
She looked down at me, smiled, and slid off me. "Your turn," she said, lying on the bed beside me.
I rolled on top of her, and she grabbed my cock, rubbing it over her wet pussy lips. "You want my cock?" I asked, pretending it was Michelle lying underneath me.
"Yes, push it in me, like my husband's cock that just went into your wife."
I held still at her entrance, and she let go of me. "I'm going to fuck you now; I'm going to push my cock into you. Is that what you want me to do?"
"Yes, push your fat cock into me, stretch me open and fuck me," she groaned. I pushed into her, imagining I was pushing my cock into Michelle, "So big," she moaned, "fuck me, make me cum." I worked my cock deeper into her and fucked her with long slow strokes. "Fuck yes, like that. Cumming!" she cried, looking up at me and holding my face inches from hers, a broad smile spreading across her face.
"I love you Clara," I said, referring to her as my wife again.
"Love you too," she smiled, "will you do something for me?" she asked.
"Anything," I said.
"Tell me when you are about to cum, fuck me, fuck me hard, in roleplay. I know how badly you want to fuck her, and I don't blame you. She's a hot chick."
"She is, and I get the impression you like her as well," I said.
Clara smiled up at me, "She's my friend, of course I like her."
"That's not what I meant," I said.
"Ok, I have more different feelings towards her. When she touches me, it feels different. When she kissed me the other night, I felt goosebumps. I've never kissed another woman like that before."
I smiled down at her, "You roleplay as well. I know you want to feel his longer cock in you, don't you? Feeling it deeper in you, deeper than I can reach."
She smiled up at me and kissed me. "I know it's wrong, but I do. Fuck me, fuck my pussy hard with your long cock."
"I am Michelle. Your pussy is so tight. I'm going to stretch you out with my cock."
We fucked for a while as we roleplayed, switching to doggie, I pounded into her from behind. She looked back at me and smiled, "You going to cum?" she said, knowing I was getting close.
"Yeah, I'm close," I said.
She spun around and took me into her mouth, then had me stand by the side of the bed. She stood and kissed me, "I love you, and I want to do something just for you," she said, dropping down to her feet and sitting on her heels. "Grab hold of your cock," she said, looking up at me, "stroke yourself." I grabbed my wet cock and stroked myself in front of her face, "I want you to cum all over my face, show me how much cum you shoot, don't hold back, cover my face with it," she said hoarsely.
"Are you sure?" I asked, knowing she had never liked it.
"We've been doing things with Michelle and Mark, things we shouldn't be doing, but I love you; I'm proving my love to you," she said.
"You don't need to prove it, babe," I said, "I know you love me, and I love you too," I said, letting go of my cock, leaning down and kissing her.
"I want this. I want you to cum over my face while I wear these stockings and heels for you," she said, taking hold of my cock and jerking me quickly, occasionally taking the head into her mouth. I was getting close, her action on my cock was driving me closer to the edge. The twisting and stroking method she was now using always made me cum, and she knew it.
My breathing quickened, she knew I was about to cum, so she slowed down and looked up at me, the head of my cock inches from her face. "Cum on me, cum on my face."
"Fuck Clara, I'm cuming." I felt my cock start to throb, and the first stream of cum shot out onto her face, running down the side of her nose to her chin. She squealed, closing her eyes and mouth, taking each stream of cum onto her face until I finished. She rubbed my cock over her face, then tentatively opened her eyes and looked up at me.
"How do I look?" she smiled.
"Awesome, so hot. I love you babe."