I went to pick up my boyfriend at the airport freshly fucked by his "Best Friend"

My boyfriend was coming back from a work trip. He’d been away for months and was so excited to see me again. He asked if I could pick him up at the airport, and I immediately said yes.

The day came, and while I was getting ready to leave, my boyfriend called to tell me he’d arranged for his best friend to come too because he also wanted to be there to welcome him. He said his friend would swing by my place, that I should wait for him, and that he’d be there in about fifteen minutes.

I waited, and in less than fifteen minutes I heard the horn. He’d arrived. His friend, a tall guy with green eyes, not exactly handsome but he had something… He hugged me, gave me a respectful kiss on the cheek, opened the car door for me, and was super polite.

The afternoon was rainy. I’d barely exchanged more than a few words with him up until then. On the way, he started making conversation, but I barely paid attention. My mind was focused on welcoming my boyfriend. Until I felt his hand on my leg.

I looked at him directly, and he smiled. “I’ve never seen you so pretty and appetizing,” he said, placing his hand back on my leg and trying to lift my skirt. I was wearing a tiny thong, ready for my boyfriend, freshly shaved, with lubricant in my bag. He was driving along a wooded road. My breathing quickened, and my pussy started to get wet.

I responded without saying a word, and then I felt him pull the car into some kind of parking lot halfway to the airport. It was already getting dark. He turned off the lights, and suddenly he was on top of me, his fingers grazing my clit while he kissed me like crazy. I started moaning without even realizing it, and I begged him not to stop. We were devouring each other in his car while my boyfriend, completely innocent, waited eagerly for our arrival.

What turned me on even more was knowing his friend was married. Feeling that hard, hot cock sliding into me was the most incredible sensation. His balls slapped against me, and all I wanted was more. I wanted him to cum in my mouth so I could then give my excited, eager boyfriend his welcome kiss. As soon as we finished, my pussy was still wet and burning, begging for more. We sat up and kissed again like a couple of teenagers.

We finally made it to the airport. I felt happy. I arrived well-fucked, well-sucked, and ready to welcome my boyfriend. We hugged, we kissed right in front of his friend, who had just fucked me and was smiling as he watched us. And I whispered in my boyfriend’s ear, “I’m super wet, ready for you to fuck me.”