13-01-2020, 07:48 PM
One of the very shy & pretty members of our gang told us about how she met one of our male college friend purely by chance in the cinema hall, when her husband was out-station and she had gone to see a film. He had taken the opportunity that the hall was empty and dark had let his hands on her breasts, and even had the audacity to eat her under her skirt as she watched the movie. Later, he had made her kneel in front to give him a blow job. She had blushed as she was asked if he had cum in her mouth, but shook her head in assent.
What she did not tell us was that he had taken her panty as a souvenir and she returned home with her cum trickling down her thigh. She also told us that he had not fucked her and maybe someday there would be another coincidence. She made us promise not to let her husband know, which we all agreed to.
Another one of our pal told us that whilst on a tour, when her husband was driving and a friend of his was sharing the back seat with her, he had managed to slip his hand inside her blouse & under her bra, thinking that she was asleep and tweaked her nipple and squeezed her boob till she came. She told us that the thrill of getting caught by her husband and taken her to the peak and she had put a spot on the seat as she gushed. She had feigned to be asleep till the end of the journey and got herself well squeezed. This was a secret that she had kept from both her husband & his friend to avoid further encounters.
As they recounted their experiences I could feel myself going moist in my honey pot. I was sure that the others too were experiencing similar feeling, but we were all controlling ourselves. As time went by, some of us let their hands go over their breasts subconsciously. The atmosphere was going sexually tense. The clasping & unclasping of legs, a touch to the nipple, moving the hand over the thigh and such other actions was giving away our controlled satisfactions. We were one group of horny gals. If at that time any potential good looking male had entered the room, he would have been bangd. Luckily all the males had gathered in the bar for their drinking spree and would not be back till the early morning.
What she did not tell us was that he had taken her panty as a souvenir and she returned home with her cum trickling down her thigh. She also told us that he had not fucked her and maybe someday there would be another coincidence. She made us promise not to let her husband know, which we all agreed to.
Another one of our pal told us that whilst on a tour, when her husband was driving and a friend of his was sharing the back seat with her, he had managed to slip his hand inside her blouse & under her bra, thinking that she was asleep and tweaked her nipple and squeezed her boob till she came. She told us that the thrill of getting caught by her husband and taken her to the peak and she had put a spot on the seat as she gushed. She had feigned to be asleep till the end of the journey and got herself well squeezed. This was a secret that she had kept from both her husband & his friend to avoid further encounters.
As they recounted their experiences I could feel myself going moist in my honey pot. I was sure that the others too were experiencing similar feeling, but we were all controlling ourselves. As time went by, some of us let their hands go over their breasts subconsciously. The atmosphere was going sexually tense. The clasping & unclasping of legs, a touch to the nipple, moving the hand over the thigh and such other actions was giving away our controlled satisfactions. We were one group of horny gals. If at that time any potential good looking male had entered the room, he would have been bangd. Luckily all the males had gathered in the bar for their drinking spree and would not be back till the early morning.
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