Maybe it was like that... (part 1)

Maeve was just finishing cleaning when the doorbell rang. All that was left was to shake out the double sofa with the shared backrest, but John was sleeping on it after work. The girl kept hoping to get a slap on her round, bare bottom as she crawled in front of him, wiping the floor. Maybe even something "hotter," but her husband was sleeping soundly... It had been like this for over a month now.

Maeve pushed away the sad thoughts, because someone had come to visit, and that didn't happen often for her in the new house. The girl flung the doors open with a happy face, but immediately darkened upon seeing the guest.

— Johnny! — exclaimed a tall, muscular Black man, tightly pressing the fragile girl to himself, — wow

you've changed, you devil!

— I'm not Johnny, — Maeve croaked with the last of her breath, crawling out of the strong hands. She stepped back from the foolishly smiling guy, modestly folded her hands behind her back, and stared at the newcomer from under her brows.

The guy radiated friendliness, only his eyes were devouring Maeve's figure, smacking and savoring every one of her sexy curves, every bulge, even though these beauties were hidden by a long oversized T-shirt, which, however, was just a tiny bit below the fold of the girl's pussy. And she was perfectly aware of it, trying to control the rising excitement. The guest helped by breaking the awkward pause.

— You're Maeve, right? — he cooed, smiling, — John never stops chattering about you on social media.

— Well, yes, — Maeve became wary, — I'm his wife.

— Oh, that devil! He said so much nonsense, but kept quiet about his wife being such a beauty.

The girl felt embarrassed. It was, of course, nice that some handsome stranger appreciated her appearance! But such an unexpected visit, and this stupid T-shirt...

— Oh, hi, Johnny! — the guest boomed, snapping the girl out of her stupor again, — you look great.

"Well, great, at least he woke up," thought Maeve, spinning around.

Her husband's leg was sticking out from behind the sofa back, carelessly snoozing. And the T-shirt, from the sudden movement, first rode up, exposing the girl's bottom, and now treacherously got stuck between her buttocks and wouldn't go down past their middle. She had no choice but to quickly fall onto the sofa, tucking her legs under herself.

— Could you close the door? — the hostess asked the guest, fussily adjusting a lock of hair, the hem of her T-shirt, brushing non-existent crumbs off the sofa back, while the guy, having fulfilled the request, walked to the sofa and settled on the opposite end.

— Cozy little nest, — the guest assessed John and Maeve's property as if he hadn't noticed anything, studying the interior of the dwelling, — did you furnish it?

"Maybe he really didn't see anything, I'm just overthinking it," the girl reassured herself, relaxing a little.

— Well, mostly me...

— I thought so right away, otherwise John would have furnished it differently. Right, Johnny? — the guest punched the protruding leg as if it were a real interlocutor. This improved the girl's mood a bit more, she even dared to lean her shoulder against the sofa back.

— And you?.. — Maev began.

— Yeah, I called and called him, he didn't answer. So I just dropped by myself. Otherwise, who knows when we'll cross paths again, I'm always traveling, and Johnny's busy building a relationship with a beauty.

The guest gave the girl an encouraging wink, eliciting a sweet smile and a shy blush from her.

— Maybe we should wake him up, — the girl perked up.

— You'll wake him up, sure, — the guest quipped, — Johnny, get up! Mark is here!

The guest began jokingly choking and shaking John's leg. John slept. And his wife's mood lifted even more.

— Yeah, Johnny! Get up! — Maeve also began jokingly choking her husband's leg, kneeling up. Even forgetting that behind her was a full-length mirror.

The fun ended, John didn't wake up. Maeve resumed her previous spot.

— Sleepyhead, — the girl remarked indulgently, flicking her husband's heel with her finger.

— Fool! Such a wife sitting right here, and he's sleeping.

— What kind of wife? — Maeve playfully asked back, batting her big eyes.

— Such a sexy little thing, — Mark echoed her.

— Ohh! Come on! — the girl waved it off embarrassedly, — what kind of sexiness do I have. Either there's an extra half-kilo there, or the jeans don't fit here.

— That's exactly what a girl's sexiness is, — the guy winked, visualizing his thought with his hands, like two roundnesses in the chest area and wide hips.

Maeve pushed her shoulders forward, creating a hollow in the T-shirt, gave her charms a little shake, not taking her eyes off the guest, and giggled.

— And I used to be like this!

Maeve turned around to get her phone from the low coffee table, even leaned over, too late remembering her exposed crotch. Quickly resumed her previous pose, making a silly embarrassed grimace.

— Sorry, — the girl mumbled, flushing crimson.

— Oh. It's okay, quite the opposite, everything is very cute, — Mark encouraged.

— Thank you.

The guest leaned close to the girl, who slightly recoiled from him, and whispered.

— You have a great pussy.

It was as if Maeve had been doused with cold water. She put her hand between her legs, additionally covering her arousing genitals. She stared at the guy with wide, frightened eyes.

— What?! — she asked back in a breaking half-whisper, hoping she had simply misheard.

— You have a great pussy, — Mark answered loudly and clearly now. Without a hint of embarrassment, by the way, as if he had simply complimented the girl on a nice hairstyle.

Maeve lunged at the guy, covered his mouth with her hand.

— Quiet! John is here, he might hear! — Maeve was scared.

— But he's sleeping. Right, Johnny, — he shook his friend's leg again, — your wife has a great pussy, and you're sleeping!

The girl made a pleading face, started trying to cover the guy's mouth, and he kept dodging and laughing until he fell on his back, with Maeve on top. The guy's hands immediately found themselves on her ass, squeezing the soft, pliable flesh.

— What are you doing! — the girl tried to whisper indignantly, started shaking the hands of the insolent man off herself, and she succeeded, though she had to lie with her chest on Mark, which flattened into two big pancakes, spreading the T-shirt, — don't touch my butt, please. Okay?

Mark tried to kiss Maeve on the lips, since she was so close, but she dodged. And again. And again. She burst out laughing.

— Butterfingers, — the girl teased, getting off the guy. She adjusted her T-shirt and sat further away on the edge of the sofa.

And Mark just lay there, hands behind his head and legs spread wide. He was wearing light, colorful shorts, from under one leg of which a huge bright pink cock was sticking out. And even though Maeve was diligently studying her phone, it was obvious that she had noticed the guest's "asset" and was glancing at it furtively from time to time.

— Here, look what I was like. This was last summer at the seaside, — the girl handed the phone to the guy, taking another look at the cock in the process. Then she herself came closer and stood near Mark's face; there was simply nowhere to sit, the guest occupied the whole sofa.

The guy carefully studied Maeve's photos. In them, a slender, tall brunette gracefully posed against a sunset backdrop, dressed in a closed, tight-fitting swimsuit. He grunted approvingly, zooming in and out on the photos. One photo attracted special attention: in it, Maeve, lying on her back on a sun lounger, had raised her long, slender legs, her swimsuit had shifted slightly, exposing her smooth pussy. Mark zoomed in on that spot. The girl saw how the cock reacted, twitching and lifting the shorts leg. She wanted to snatch the phone back but stopped. She wanted him to see her... pussy again.

"What am I thinking! Oh, fool! Johnny is sleeping right here. And I want to show this guy my... pussy. I really do have a pussy now! And it needs to be... Fuc... Fucked. With a big cock, a dick. Like this one"... These thoughts aroused her, and she wanted to fuck. Johnny hadn't fucked her for six months, and before that, sex was a rare occurrence. And when the girl was younger, it didn't bother her much, but lately, thoughts about sex constantly visited her. And now this stranger with an erect cock was slowly driving her crazy.

And Mark seemed to guess this. He carefully pulled Maeve closer, lifted her hem, and peeked underneath. She should break free and run away, at least to her end of the sofa. But she just took the phone.

— I'll show you more now, — she babbled with a tremor in her voice and started rummaging through the files.

Mark stroked the girl's ass with his fingertips. Quite innocently, over the fullest parts, but gradually moving down towards her pussy.

Maeve broke into a sweat, blushed. Her throat went dry, and every swallow of saliva seemed audible on the opposite end of the continent. Her breathing became ragged, and only her finger monotonously scrolled the file list up-down, up-down.

Meanwhile, the guy touched the soft, plump, seemingly inflated labia of the girl, which together with its pair formed a small, appetizing pie, with a tightly clenched wet slit, only opening a bit wider at the top. He began to stroke it, causing the girl's legs to clench tightly, but then relaxed again under the caress of her pussy.

"Stop. Stop. Stop! Maeve, stop!"

— Mark... Here we are... With my husband at the hotel..., — the girl handed the phone to the guest, herself squatting down a little, spreading her legs to look at the photos together.

His hand squeezed the labia, stroked again. More actively now, pressing and kneading. Maeve scrolled through photos with her husband, Mark pretended to be interested, while himself increasingly actively fingering the girl's pussy. The labia were no longer tightly clenched, squelching and smacking when fingers passed between them, sometimes touching the clitoris. Then Maeve would sigh loudly, arching her back, sticking out her ass, and kept scrolling-scrolling through photos with her husband.

She stared at the fucker with a face red from orgasm, wiped tears of joy from her shining eyes.

— He's sleeping, right? — Maeve asked in a trembling voice.

— He's sleeping.

The girl climbed onto Mark, leaned over the sofa back, and stared at her husband.

And Mark got to look at a big round ass with strong, wide hips and a great wet pussy clamped between them.

— You have a great ass too! — the guy assessed, slapping the round buttock. Instead of objections, the girl wiggled her beauties, earning a kiss right on her pussy. And another one. And then she was subjected to caresses from lips and tongue, with its penetration into her vagina and a new portion of orgasm. After which, still shaking with convulsions, Maeve crawled to Mark's shorts, pulled out the guy's half-meter dick and... was stunned, moving back to the edge of the sofa...