Getting up at the crack of dawn on this snowy Sunday morning with my wife sleeping sound is not what I had in mind. Leslie, my next door neighbor's daughter came home yesterday from college and promptly walked over to talk while I was shoveling snow. She informed me that starting this weekend she was going to be home for her four-week winter break.

Leslie was all giddy and excited to see me and before I could say anything, she told me she would see me tomorrow. I tried to speak, but she was off before I could say a word, partly due to her suddenness, but more so because of her youthful and flawless beauty. Standing there, I watched her walk away and reminded myself that I would tell her it is over between us when I see her tomorrow.

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It is a restless Saturday night as I think about how Leslie had seduced me over the summer and the two of us becoming lovers. Thoughts of her fit, firm nineteen-year-old body have my cock stirring. The desire to have unbridled sex with her again overwhelms me and I lay there next to my soundly sleeping wife, masturbating to thoughts of fucking Leslie again.

I run my fingers lightly along my rigid shaft, up to the circumcised head and around the ridge. My other hand fondles my large ball sac as my fingers lightly rub the head, spreading the oozing precum all around and down the shaft. Wrapping my hand around the slick shaft, I stroke down and up slowly at first. The sexual pleasure I am experiencing, ignites images of Leslie lying naked next to me.

Thoughts of kissing, touching Leslie’s firm yet supple breasts has my hand gliding faster along the now throbbing shaft. Lying as still as possible, I squeeze my cock just beneath the head, stopping my impending orgasm. I want the pleasure to last a while longer. Waiting for the urge to come pass, I envision Leslie on her hands and knees, begging me to suck her delicate flower from behind.

I fight the urge to moan out as to not wake my wife and to keep my breathing as normal as possible. Lying still is a challenge as I can feel myself wanting to let my ensuing orgasm take over my body. Thank goodness my wife is a very sound sleeper, yet I am careful.

Unable to hold off any longer, my hand moves faster and faster up, then down the now pulsating shaft. My other hand squeezes the large ball sac, coaxing the thick seed up the shaft. The first load spews forth, landing on my abdomen. Each subsequent load eventually covers me from the navel to flowing down my shaft and onto my hand. With my orgasm over, I quietly climb out of bed, grab my boxers and head downstairs.

oOo

It is several minutes to six in the morning on Sunday when I enter the guest bathroom and clean myself off.

When I enter the kitchen I see that it is now six o'clock and set to making myself some coffee. I still have no idea how I am going to tell Leslie that it is over once and for all. With the coffee ready, I pour myself a cup and turn with my cup in hand. I nearly drop it as I look out the French doors and see Leslie standing there, wearing an oversized sheer black shirt which is wide open and the falling snow lightly peppering her shoulder length black hair.

Putting my cup on the counter, I swiftly move to open the door and Leslie steps inside. After closing the door, I turn and she quickly puts a finger to my lips. Shaking her head from side to side… shhh is the only sound Leslie makes as she pushes me back on the chair. Standing in front of me, Leslie seductively runs her tongue along her lower lip while her fingers tease the already hard nipples jutting out from their light colored areola. The goose bumps covering her firm 32EE breasts begin to fade as her body heats up in anticipation of what is coming next.

Leslie moves and straddles my left thigh, sliding her already wet slit back and forth. Looking down, I notice that she has trimmed her pubic hair short and as a landing strip. There is something else that is new, a tattoo in the shape of a red heart on the right side of her landing strip.

Taking her hands, Leslie releases my rock hard phallus from the confines of my boxers. Looking at me with those gorgeous grey eyes of hers, Leslie positions her slit above my cock while I hold it straight up. We keep eye contact as she teasingly lowers her slit, taking only the circumcised head past the puffy labia and then raising herself up so the head pops out.

This girl loves to tease and I am happy to let her do as she pleases. After several more excruciating minutes, Leslie, takes every inch of my hardness into the deepest recesses of her delicate slit. Rolling her hips back and forth, she squeezes my cock and begins bouncing up and down. The sight of her breasts bouncing and swaying is too much for me to bear. I pull her to me and bury my face between those beautiful orbs, licking and kissing them.

Neither of us make a sound and just as I am about to come, I feel a tongue licking my ball sac. Leslie leans back, looking at my confused expression and says, “See Bobbie, I told you I would get your husband to fuck me this morning.”

“That you did, lover.”

The urge to come passes, as Leslie and Bobbie now stand in front of me.

“What’s the matter Toby, cat got your tongue?” Bobbie says, standing there with her arm around Leslie’s waist.

“It’s okay sweetie, Leslie told me she was having an affair with you. It was shortly after she seduced you this past summer that she seduced me.”

“We felt it was time to get together and have a threesome, Toby,” Bobbie says.

“That’s right stud, and we made this wager a few weeks back. Now that I won, Let’s continue this up in your bedroom.” Leslie says, taking my hand, then Bobbie’s hand.

The three of us enjoyed each other every day during Leslie’s winter break. Bobbie and I plan to visit her at her college several times. When she returns home for the summer, Bobbie and I are going to be getting together with Leslie on a regular basis.

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are products of the author's imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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