Face for a seat

Here we go, Jay thought as he pulled up in front of his apartment and saw her sitting on the hood of her car. Eva was a neighbour from the next building over, and she flirted relentlessly with him. She wasn't even particularly subtle about it when he was with his wife.

What she didn't know was that Felicia didn't mind. She acted as if she did, but it was just playing into her fantasies.

Jay sighed theatrically, pulled out his keys, and unlocked the door. Felicia was in her pyjamas — which left little to the imagination — and all sultry smiles when she saw him. That changed as soon as Eva appeared behind him. Her eyes darted everywhere.

"She knows about the cat," Jay said. "She's got a picture of him."

Felicia stopped her frantic search and bit her lip — looking concerned.

"That's right. I know you've got a cat in here," Eva smugly said as she leaned against the kitchen bar. "All I have to do is take this picture to the office, and it's either you, or the cat."

Jay said, "Okay, it's obvious you want something. So what do we need to do to keep you quiet about the cat?"

The young woman's smile turned even more devilish. "Well then, if you want to keep the pussy, you're going to have to have my pussy sit on your face."

"What?" Jay exclaimed as his wife let out a shocked gasp.

"You heard me," Eva said. "Let me sit on your face until I can't breathe from coming, and I won't take this to the office."

"You're drunk. You can't be serious," Felicia said.

"Oh, I'm so serious," Eva countered. "And I want you to watch, too."

Felicia gasped again, but this time, there was something different to the sound, and he knew what it was. He kept a straight face, but said, "I need to talk to my wife."

His wife stood and walked into the hallway with Jay close behind. Once they were by the bedroom door, he leaned in and whispered, "She has no idea."

"Oh my god," Felicia said, and shuddered. "The thought of her riding your face... She has no idea what she's in for.

Jay gave his wife's ass a quick, surreptitious squeeze. "I hope so."

"Time's up," Eva called from the front room.

Felicia brushed her fingers against the bulge from his erection, and then adopted a scowl. Jay did his best to look anxious as he turned.

Once back in the front room, he asked, "If I do this, then can we keep our cat?"

"I said I wouldn't tell anyone.’

The young woman shivered and groaned. "Take your clothes off.”

Jay did his best to look resigned as he pulled his shirt over his head, and made a point not to look at Eva. That was easier said than done as he heard a zipper coming undone, and saw her pushing her skirt down in his peripheral vision.

"Hurry up and get those pants off," Eva demanded.

Jay clenched his teeth, unbuttoned his pants, and shoved them down along with his boxers.

Eva gasped and moaned. "Oh my. Look at that. He's hard. He wants this," she taunted.

Jay kept his eyes averted as he wriggled his way out of his jeans.

"Lay down right there on the floor," Eva ordered. "And I said you had to watch."

Jay watched his wife artfully hesitate, and then snap her gaze toward him kneeling. Since Eva's eyes were on his wife for a moment, he took in the young woman's revealed body. Her pussy was shaved bare, and looked absolutely delicious.

Eva barely gave him time to lie down before walking over him. She stood above him, pulled a tit out of her loose-fitting top and fondled it.

He answered with a slight shake of his head, but his mouth was watering and his cock was bouncing.

The raven-haired eighteen-year-old squatted down and sat down on his face and he got the first whiff of her musk, which sent chills shooting up and down his spine.

Eva reached back, gave his erection a squeeze, and said, "This says different."

He heard his wife draw in a breath as if to speak.

"What?" Eva asked her. "Something to say?"

Felicia remained silent. A growling moan escaped Eva as she lifted off his chest and left her pussy hovering above his lips.

"Remember, you have to get me off good, or the deal's off. So you'd better lick the fuck out of this pussy," Eva said before sitting on his face.

It took a supreme act of willpower not to stab his tongue deep into her fresh young pussy. Instead, he brushed his tongue over her folds tentatively.

"You'd better get in there and do this—"

Her words vanished in a squeal when he pushed his tongue between her lips and lapped up her abundant nectar.

"That's right. Eat that pussy," Eva ordered as he swirled his tongue over her walls, gathering up her juices. "He's loving it. Look at his dick jumping."

Jay pulled his tongue out of her depths and swiped it upward, brushing her clit, and eliciting a yelp from the young woman. She ground her pussy against his face and let out an evil growl.

Her fingers fisted in his hair as he worked her clit. Eva rode his face and moaned. He caught a momentary glimpse of her pinching her nipple as he suppressed his own moans. She tasted wonderful, and he knew his wife was aching to touch herself as she watched.

"Just like that," Eva said, and then growled. "Don't you stop. Suck my clit."

Jay did exactly that and secretly revealed when she responded by crying out. He sucked her swollen button and worried about it with the tip of his tongue.

Eva cried, "Ah shit! Fuck yes! Ohhh... So fucking good."

"Just make her come," Felicia said with apparent exasperation.

He certainly would have. He'd love to fuck her, blow a load inside her, and watch his wife lick her clean. 

Soon enough, he could hear her breathing picking up. Her whimpers and moans grew louder. She was soaking wet, and he could feel her pussy juice dribbling down his cheeks and chin.

"He's... He's loving it. Look at that dick leaking," Eva said, continuing to taunt his wife.

Jay knew that the only torture Felicia was experiencing was her pussy aching to be touched. He decided that a little evil for evil was appropriate, grabbed Eva's ass, and sucked her clit hard.

Eva screamed — the sound loud, long, and warbling.

Jay devoured her barely legal pussy. Eva whimpered, yelped, pulled his hair, and ground her pussy into his face. She'd stopped taunting Felicia, because she didn't have enough wits left to do so.

It took a fair amount of willpower not to growl into her pussy as he ate her. Eva turned them both on, so they'd fantasised about it more than once. Now it was real, and she tasted every bit as sweet as they'd imagined.

Jay saw little flashes of what was going on above him whenever she wasn't leaned forward enough to block his vision. She was mauling her big tits in her hands, and her head lolled from side to side when it wasn't jerking from jolts of pleasure.

He knew he had her when he could feel the muscles in her ass clenching, and her intimate muscles tugging at the swollen clit between his lips.

Eva lurched and wailed as she came. A second later, she fell forward onto her hands, yanking her clit from his lips. Jay kept a tight grip on her ass and latched back on as soon as he could. The young woman rewarded him with a shriek.

Jay could feel where her trembling arms were barely keeping her upright, but he refused to relent. Her cries turned sharp and pained, and then suddenly, she yanked away from his face with strength born of desperation.

He tilted his head back and watched the young woman bury her face in the seat of the recliner — her body trembling. Then he looked at his wife.

Felicia's eyes were absolutely alight. Her nipples were tenting her pyjama top, and her face was red. She took advantage of the younger woman's inattention to press her fingers into the crotch of her pyjamas, assuaging the ache between her legs.

Jay sat up, let his wife see his face covered in pussy juice, and licked his lips. She shuddered and her eyes rolled up in her head.

A loud gasp caused them both to flinch, but Eva had turned her head facing the opposite direction of his wife, so she hadn't seen what passed between the couple. The young woman panted for breath and twitched from the lingering aftershocks of her climax.

Knowing he might be in Eva's peripheral vision — assuming she opened her eyes — Jay sat and looked appropriately embarrassed. His wife had no such worries, and mimed squeezing the younger woman's ass. She then slipped a hand into her pyjama Bottoms, arched her back as she touched herself, and withdrew her fingers covered in pussy nectar.

Felicia sucked her fingers clean just in time, because Eva groaned and pushed up from the chair.

A final shiver rippled through the raven-haired woman as she turned, squeezed her breasts, and moaned. "Oh, that was fucking good."