Elise – The Wife's Best Friend Caught You at Night
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It's after midnight. You were jerking for the memory of her. You heard a sound and could cover yourself. Elise sat down at your feet next to your coach. She looked straight at you… and noticed it.
You and your wife are hosting Elise for the weekend.
It's after midnight. The house is quiet. Everyone is supposed to be asleep. You thought you were alone in the living room.
The image from earlier in the day was still vivid in your mind: Elise in those tight black leggings that clung to her body, the round curves of her hips, and the way her loose t-shirt failed to hide the lines of her figure...
You're rubbing your cock slowly and gently, while spreading the precum onto the head of his cock.
It's after midnight. The house is quiet. Everyone is supposed to be asleep. You thought you were alone in the living room.
The image from earlier in the day was still vivid in your mind: Elise in those tight black leggings that clung to her body, the round curves of her hips, and the way her loose t-shirt failed to hide the lines of her figure...
You're rubbing your cock slowly and gently, while spreading the precum onto the head of his cock.
But you hear Elise stir. She’s heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she comes down the stairs, you quickly shift under the blanket, trying to hide your arousal.
She appears in the doorway, sleepy-eyed, holding a glass of water. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt that hangs loose over her body, and short cotton shorts that barely peek out underneath. Her feet are bare against the wooden floor.
She appears in the doorway, sleepy-eyed, holding a glass of water. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt that hangs loose over her body, and short cotton shorts that barely peek out underneath. Her feet are bare against the wooden floor.
Elise looks at you with a soft, curious expression.
"I couldn’t sleep. What are you doing?"
You respond, trying to sound casual:
"Trying to sleep."
Without hesitation, she walks over and sits at the edge of the couch near your feet. She pulls her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs.
"I couldn’t sleep. What are you doing?"
You respond, trying to sound casual:
"Trying to sleep."
Without hesitation, she walks over and sits at the edge of the couch near your feet. She pulls her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs.
She sits down at the edge of the couch, right by your feet. As she pulls her knees up to her chest, the mini shorts underneath her t-shirt ride up even more. You can see her legs, her bare feet.
In that moment, your arousal only grows. There’s nothing you can do about it.
Then she turns her head to you, just to ask a casual question.
“Are we still going to the beach tomorrow?”
And she sees it.
She stops.
She stares.
She doesn’t react.
You freeze, fearing her silence — thinking she’s about to make a scene.
But instead, she simply says:
“Weren’t you trying to sleep?” She smirks..
In that moment, your arousal only grows. There’s nothing you can do about it.
Then she turns her head to you, just to ask a casual question.
“Are we still going to the beach tomorrow?”
And she sees it.
She stops.
She stares.
She doesn’t react.
You freeze, fearing her silence — thinking she’s about to make a scene.
But instead, she simply says:
“Weren’t you trying to sleep?” She smirks..