It Started with a Chocolate Biscuit Ch. 01byLion24655©
I had been found out. Not only had she found me doing it, she had told my wife. And my wife Judy had challenged me about it. I was in real trouble.
Two days earlier our friend Christine had walked in and found me eating a bar of chocolate. I was on a diet. “Caught you” she says. Of course I ask her not to say anything, but women friends can’t help chatting.
We had known Christine for a couple of years - slim in her mid-forties, divorced, attractive in a reserved way. Friendly, but quiet and not fully over Nick, who had simply walked out for another woman. Christine had lost her confidence and was still not ready for dating. We were good friends - she and Judy got on fine, and I found her pleasant to get on with as “the best friend’s husband.” Most days Judy and Christine would share a coffee or shop together.
But now it was Saturday - Judy had gone, on the off chance, to visit her mother which would take her two or three hours, when Christine walked in.
“Hi”, she said, “Judy around?”.
“Sorry - gone to her mother’s, won’t be back till later”.
“Not to worry” said Christine, “I’ll see her tomorrow, leave you to it”.
I suddenly remembered her catching me eating the chocolate biscuit, and remembered her telling Judy.
“Oh, before you go…….” I said it as she headed for the door.
I adopted a mock severe tone. “I want to ask you about something”. Christine turned. “You got me in trouble the other day.”
“Sorry………….” Christine looked bemused.
“Fancy telling my wife you caught me eating a chocolate biscuit”.
Christine smirked. “Serves you right………” I help up my hand to stop her.
“If you were a child”, I said to her, “I would put you across my lap and give you a good spanking for doing that”.
Suddenly thought I shouldn’t have said that - we were only friends and that could put a tension in the relationship. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” I quickly got out.
But Christine stood there with a shocked embarrassed look, but with a smile on her face. Suddenly I realised everything was about to change. I had never thought of her as more than a friend, but suddenly as she stood there in her short skirt and T-shirt, I thought: that is really what I would like - to get her over my lap. And was suddenly aware by her demeanour that that is what she would like as well. The silence seemed to last for ages as both our minds and imaginations whirled. It was me who broke the ice.
I looked at her in mock sternness “So you had better come through to the sitting room and prepare yourself over my lap”.
I walked through to the sitting room, wondering if she would follow, and sat in the middle of the settee. I waited for what seemed eternity - perhaps 30 seconds, before Christine appeared, and sheepishly, looking down at the floor, walked over, scrambled onto the settee and lay over my lap. It felt wonderful to have her there, but I was a bit bemused as to what I should do next, then thought - I am will go as far as she will let me.
I reached for the hem of Christine’s skirt and lifted in above her waist to reveal her panty-clad bottom. All this time it had been “hidden” under her clothes - it was beautiful, and I ran my hand over her ass softly.
After a couple of minutes I said quietly “lift yourself, please”. I felt Christine move, allowing me to pull her panties to her knees. Christine allowed them to fall to the floor, kicking them clear of her feet.
Again I whispered “I think you deserve three, when I am ready. Spread your legs wide”. Amazingly Christine did without question, and from where I was I could see her pussy and her beautiful little rose hole.
Again I let my hands roam all over Christine’s ass, this time also caressing her little asshole, but not reaching down as far as her pussy. She seemed to respond well to the exploration of my fingers, and while she tensed initially as I tickled her ass-hole, she relaxed as she began to enjoy the caressing.
“Christine, I will count to three then you will have your first spank. One……” As I began to count I felt her tense, “two, three….” The noise of my hand across her ass broke the tension as it cracked on her flesh, and she cried out with the sudden smarting. As she fought the smarting I quickly licked my finger and pushed it through the ring of her ass, perhaps 2 inches inside her. I could feel her clenching and unclenching her ass to fight the stinging, and feel her squeezing and releasing my finger as she did so. It was clear that as the stinging eased, and with my finger inside her, she was also finding this a very erotic experience - as was I. I felt sure she could feel my hardness against her.
I removed my finger after a couple of minutes, and began to count again. “One, two, three…….” CRACK. Again she fought the pain by clenching and unclenching her ass, and again I put my finger inside her ass so she was clenching herself on my finger, and again as the stinging eased I could hear her breathing very hard in her arousal. Again I removed my finger.
“One, two, three……..”CRACK. Again my hand caught her, by now, red cheeks, and again as she fought the stinging I put my finger as deeply as I could into her ring, but with my other hand I put two fingers deep into her pussy - she was soaking wet. As the stinging eased I could feel her moving herself slightly on my fingers, so I eased my fingers in both holes in and out slowly, and managed to reach her clitoris with another finger. Her breathing was getting faster and faster, she moaned out load, and within seconds I could feel my fingers being squeezed as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her body shuddered, shook, but I held her on my lap until she subsided and relaxed. My fingers were still inside here.
I removed my fingers, turned her around so that her feet were either side of my head, her head by my feet.
I pulled her up to me until my mouth was clamped on her pussy, sucking in the delicious copious juices she had produced. I let my tongue plunge in and out of her soaking pussy, then flick against her clitoris. Within seconds she was moaning again, and again it was hard to hold on to her as the second orgasm ripped through her body. She cried out in pleasure as she shuddered on top of me.
When she had finished I lay her on the floor and put a couple of cushions under her head. I removed her T-shirt and bra, as well as my own clothes, and we lay together, Christine holding on tight around my neck.
I rubbed my cock against her leg, then could wait no longer - I rolled on top of her between her legs and within seconds had thrust my cock fully inside of her. She was so hot, so wet.
“Squeeze me”, I gently ordered, and could feel the muscles of her cunt rippling over my cock - it was too much. Within seconds I was thrusting hard in and out of her, and within seconds orgasms again ripped through both of us, her pussy feeling so fantastic squeezing the sperm out of me.
We lay side by side, relaxing, my cock having slipped out of her. Christine telling me how she had not had sex since Nick, and this was 2 years pent up energy and frustration. Telling me how he had never been strong enough for her.
It was then I had my last idea. “Lick me clean, Christine”.
She suddenly tensed. “I’ve never done……..”
“Then this is the first time. Lick me clean”. The way she did it after her initial reluctance, was just wonderful.
Later as we dressed, Christine begged me not to tell anyone about what had happened, and said this must never happen again.
A week later Christine and Judy were sharing a coffee at their favourite tea shop. Christine had avoided me in that time, and certainly tried to forget the whole episode. It was Judy who was chatting.
“So Christine, you weren’t supposed to tell me about the chocolate bar”, she said half smiling half sternly. “And Bill wasn’t supposed to tell me that you let him fuck you…………..”
Judy watched as Christine’s embarrassment took over and she began to splutter, making apologies, denying everything.
After a couple of minutes of blustering Judy held up her hand. “Don’t worry, Bill told me you are one sexy cow. He told me about what you are like. Maybe next time we will tie you up, spank you, and both take you as many times as we want……………………”
Christine’s voice was barely a whisper. “Yes please……………”