The Perfect Couple

There all jealous of me, always have been and always will be I guess. I have always had the prettiest face and many, well hell, all complement me on this everyday. I have a perfect body. My breasts are a firm, perky 36D and my waist is a 26. I am six foot one and weigh 127 pounds. My hair is a silky blonde that hangs down to my ass, a perfect ass I might add. My blue eyes go perfect with my long eyelashes. I was asked to be a model but didn’t want to associate myself with the plain women that model. I am a goddess.

I married the perfect man. He is as tall as I am and has a face that only Michael Angelo would sculpt. He is muscular and blonde also. He is just so perfect for me and all the couples we know want him I know it. I wouldn’t entertain the thought of him cheating because he has no reason.

Our friends Jim and Jen were over for a social visit. They came for dinner and we love them so much. There a cool couple. They compliment us all night more so then some of our other couple friends. I guess they know real beauty when they see it.

By the way, my name is Kelly and my hubby’s name is David. We decided to have a party to let our friends brag about us. They all were there and everything was going as planned. So far everyone there has complimented on our perfect home, perfect clothes and our perfect bodies. I love it when a plan comes together.

The champagne was flowing freely and we all were starting to loosen up. Jerry was doing his comedy routines and we were throwing him some laughs even though he thinks he is funny we do not. I had just about my fill of the bubbly. I know my limitations when it comes to drinking because i have the perfect common sense. Larry and Sylvia arrived late as usual so I gathered their coats and headed to the upstairs closet to hang them up. On the way David made a toast. I placed the coats down for a second to get my glass of champagne and drank to, us, again of course.

I headed back upstairs to hang the coats. I felt hands touching my back rubbing my skin under the top. I melted and said “David, not now, we have guests. I was pushed into the walk in, and the doors shut tight. It was dark and David and I started making out hot and heavy. I stopped for a second to remind him that we will be missed but he started kissing my neck, just the way I liked to be kissed. I reached down and started rubbing his cock. “Boy David, you must be super horny tonight. You are huge.” I said as he kept kissing me and touching my breasts under my top. “Perfect aren’t they?” I asked in a soft whisper. He moaned mmmmmmm. 

His hands slipped under my silk skirt pulling my G string to one side. His fingers slid into my pussy so easy. He knew I needed to be fucked badly. I didn’t care who was waiting down stairs. I pulled his cock out and climbed on top of it clamping my legs around his back. He pushed me up and down on his dick as I helped with my ass. Pumping so slow always brought me to another sexual level.

I was in another world now. I was ready to orgasm but strongly enough he was not. We were always in perfect sync. We always came together but at that moment I didn’t care. It was all about me. “Harder, yes, yes, hmm, yes.” I whimpered as he complimented my every request. “Faster, harder, deeper” I demanded. I held in my moans in the grand finally then climbed down and dropped to my knees. I grabbed a hold of his stiff cock and started sucking it off. I needed to make him cum. It was only fair. 

As he shot his load into my mouth I thought, “Wow that’s a lot for David, It almost tastses like fruit.” I was astounded by the taste of his cum tonight. I couldn’t get enough.

We dressed and opened the door. The light rushed into the walk in closet and my face dropped. It wasn’t David at all. It was Carl, Roses husband. He just smiled at me and said, “You were perfect, the perfect little slut.” 

I told him no one must hear of what happened. He just said, “It will be our little secret. We must do this again sometime. I slapped his arm and we walked back downstairs. 

I wasn’t missed at all. I slipped back into a conversation as if nothing happened. I looked for David but he wasn’t around, neither was Rosie, Carl’s wife. She is probably in the restroom and David was most likely showing off his car to some jock. Oh well. 

I think about Carl often. His cock was three inches bigger then David’s which made me think. Maybe David isn’t so perfect after all.