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The Sexy Visitor

Having a visitor in the house is always stressful. it is even more stressful when you are managing the house with two kids and a career and also when you get very little help from your husband. As soon as I found out that my husband has agreed to have one of his friends daughter stay with us for 2 weeks until she completes a training program in the city, I was furious. I was like “What are you thinking, Now I have to take care of another person in this house”? As usual, Tom tried to minimize the effect by saying it is for such a short period and since she is a very capable girl, that I don’t need to worry too much about her.

Breanna came to my house on a warm summer evening in 1998… I still remember she walking through the door wearing a loose floral top and tight jeans pulling her luggage..As soon as I saw her, all my negative feelings about her staying at my place disappeared in a mili-second… She was really HOT, actually BEYOND HOT!! About 5’4″, shoulder length brown hair, beautiful big hazel eyes and a body any woman would die for! I showed her the room I prepared for her in the basement and took her for a tour in the house. she immediately fit in with our family and my little ones quickly started warming up to her. In a matter of few days, Bree was part of my family. She helped me in the kitchen and also chatted up with me whenever we were at home. At the same time, i was beginning to get attracted to her as she reminded me of when I was at her age. Before I married Tom, I had a couple of deep lesbian relationships with two women, both older to me. Although I had no time to pursue my sexual interests with other women after marriage, I always cherished those experiences. Bree was about my age when I was first seduced by a friend’s mom when I was helping her to arrange some flowers for her sister’s wedding. My friend had just stepped out to go to the store to bring some decorations when she moved her hand up my skirt from behind and kissed me. We had a discreet sexual relationship for about six months since that day where I got my pussy eaten almost every weekend!

I began taking Bree’s morning coffee to her bedroom every morning. She kept her door unlocked. So, I usually enters her room with one soft knock and then stare at her gorgeous body for few minutes indulging in my cravings before I touch her face and let her know her coffee is on the table. She wore sleep-shirts to bed and I could often see her bare upper thighs and even her pantie through the bed covers. I wore my short Cami top and a nightgown on top of that when I took her coffee to her room. With every passing day, my sexual cravings became greater. Inadequate performance by my husband also contributed to my strong desire to have sex with her. I began masturbating few times a day. When I was folding laundry, I began smelling her undies and even rubbed them on my boobs and pussy. One day I really came on her pantie while masturbating with it on my hand and had to wash it again. My urges were getting stronger. But I did not want to alert my husband of my cravings, as unlike most men, Tom was not someone who likes seeing his wife having sex with another woman.

It was a Tuesday morning and I woke up with a real wet dream. In my dream, Bree was licking my pussy while I laid on the sofa and the kids were watching TV in the next room. It made me so horny. I quickly freshened up and decided to take Bree’s coffee to her room by just wearing my short Cami without the nightgown over it and without undies. I was a bit nervous, but I was really horny. I opened her room door slowly and walked inside. I loved the morning sun rays glistening on her golden body partly covered by her nightdress. I gently placed the coffee on her bedside table and started stroking her hair while standing next to her. She opened her eyes slowly, still half-asleep. I knew that she could see up my dress well from her sleeping position. She smiled at me and tried to take her eyes away from me. I bent over and placed a long kiss on her lips. She did not resist. I sat next to her and started stroking her exposed thighs moving her night dress up. She looked directly at my eyes for a moment and then took my hand and moved it up her thighs inviting me to touch her pussy. I was dying to taste her young pussy at that time.

I lied next to her on the bed and started kissing her while squeezing my fingers inside her pantie and touching her pussy. I felt the moist in her pussy and knew she was ready for some pleasure . I was careful not to make any noise to wake the others up. I asked her ever so softly, “do you like it sweetie?” she smiled and nodded her head. She asked me “Is uncle Tom still sleeping?” I smiled and said “yes”. I then whispered to her ear that I like to taste her pussy. She smiled again and started stroking my hair while I moved my face towards her boobs and began sucking on those pink nipples while holding her tit with both hands. I placed her hand on my pussy and gently moved down her body to get between her legs to suck her pussy. I just loved to taste her sweetness. I rubbed my face on her crotch gently and rolled her panties down her leg.

I instantly felt some wetness streaming down my pussy as soon as I saw her swollen wet pussy covered under a small patch of brown pubic hair. I loved the smell of her pussy. I just had to taste her. I clung to her hips and stuck my tongue into her pussy. Bree spread her legs allowing me enough room to bury my face between her thighs. I could also feel her tongue traveling around my pussy as we were perfectly in a 69 position then with my pussy firmly resting on her face. I began rubbing my pussy hard on her face, while my mouth drooled as I ate her pussy. I did everything I knew of to make her cum. Then my little princess came. It was a flood of pussy juice. I was lapping it up and swallowing it like it was tasty ice cream flowing from a sweet peach. When Bree recovered from her body’s shaking climax, she pulled me gently back up her body, so that we could kiss each other. My face was covered with her juices, and my mouth was watering as we kissed. She then whispered to my ear, “Tracy, I loved it, but please don’t let anyone know”

We lied next to each other for good ten to fifteen minutes until I heard someone flushing the toilet upstairs. I knew one of my daughters was up, so I quickly adjusted my Cami, kissed her again and began running upstairs. My four year old was in the kitchen and was surprised to see me coming from the basement. I told her that I went to check the furnace and continued running to the upstairs washroom. I got in the tub and fingered myself until I climaxed with a gigantic orgasm.

~Tracy

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