We were at a friends house last month. One of his childhood friends from England was there with his new (much younger) wife, and we were all drinking.
Everyone ended up on the deck, and after a few hours, the wife staggered inside to go to bed. We slowed down, but stayed outside.
I went inside to take a leak, and through the bedroom door of the guest room, I could hear the wife snoring away...I couldn't resist!
I cracked the door carefully, and then tiptoed in. She didn't flinch when the light hit her eyes, and I could see that she was nude under the covers, so I gave them a little tug. No reaction.
A little more, and two full breasts popped into view...she was laying on her back, sound asleep. With my heart pounding, I nudged her arm, ready to run if her breathing changed. Nothing.
I don't know what came over me, but I leaned down and sucked her fat nipple into my mouth while I wrapped my hands around both of her tits. Her nipples hardened under my touch, but she didn't change position or stop snoring. At that point, though, I realized in my drunk and horny state that I'd been away for a good while, so I bailed out and went back upstairs.
People were drifting in and out of the deck and kitchen, but the British husband was sunk into a deck chair chatting away. I got another beer and mingled for a few minutes, still thinking about her.
Five minutes more, and I was back downstairs. I could hear anyone on the stairs long before they could catch me. Her tits were still out, and I wanted more.
With one hand, I held her soft breast...with the other, I pulled the covers aside. She was wearing nothing but panties, and best of all, one knee was bent off to the side, opening her thighs...
The slick satin of her panties felt great under my hand. When I pulled them aside, I was thrilled--she was shaved smooth!
My fingers stroked her pussy, then circled her own juices over her clit...and she kept on snoring.
I leaned down and licked her clit, my heart pounding again when I tasted how sweet she was. I loved every second of it, and I especially loved my tongue sliding over her smooth pussy and mound.
I stopped and listened, but no one was coming. I realized I had been away for a fair amount of time, though, and as much as I wanted to climb on board and fuck her, I knew that was going too far. Not too far in the sense that I wouldn't, but taking too big a risk! I guess that says a lot, right?
Anyway, my final thought was the memory I will keep with me forever. I covered her up and kissed her lips, but she kept right on snoring. That gave me a flash of inspiration, though, and I whipped out my cock, which had been rock hard the whole time. I rubbed the slippery tip across her lips, leaving a line of precum, and then just a few times slid the tip into her mouth until I felt her tongue push against it. That made her breathing change, though, and I zipped up and fled to the bathroom next door. I flushed the toilet, and heard footsteps coming down the stairs. When I wandered out, it was my wife, wondering where I got to, wanting to go home...needless to say, she was happy to find me all over her when we got to bed. She'll never know that someone else's wife provided all the foreplay I could ask for, or that when I finally orgasmed deep inside her, I was imagining another woman's smooth pussy receiving my load.
The friend and his wife went back to England the next day--lucky bastard!