Confession: The wife's friend, with p...
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| but2mouth
Poster Username: but2mouth Post Number: 31 Registered: 9-2008 |
I’m not religious, but I have something to confess, but this is my only outlet. It’s a secret, and though it hasn’t been burning my soul, it’s been stirring around in my dreams and needs to be spoken. So the wife was going out of town. I think she thought it’d be safer if she stuck me with someone she trusts, so she arranged for me to hang out with our friend for the evening. We’ve known each other a long time; in fact, I’ve known the friend longer than I’ve known my wife. She’s tall about 10 years older than me (mid 40’s versus my mid 30’s), blonde, beautiful, but not as beautiful as my wife and French. If it weren’t for their very different faces, they would pass as sisters. I was thinking that’s OK, since I didn’t have any other plans, except maybe go fishing. I think my wife was worried I’d go to a strip club! I’d rather have dinner with a lovely and intelligent woman any day. The other thing is that this friend hadn’t been laid in a decade, which neither of us knew at the time. I knew she liked chicken, so I put a chicken in a pot to stew, you know, like momma used to make, and put a bottle of white wine in the fridge, and a few beers for me and pulled out a foreign film that I thought she’d like. [Not a French film. I know you were thinking it.] Of course this friend arrived late, so I went ahead and had a few of those beers, but that’s why I stewed a chicken. She’s always late, so it just gets better and better sitting there. She complained she had had a headache and took a little nap and overslept. I offered her some wine and a glass of water to make it feel better, which she accepted with a smile. I went ahead and dug out the chicken, which was falling apart tender and divvied it up and brought it out to the living room when my wife called to check in. She asked how dinner went and I said it hadn’t started yet. She seemed suspicious, but I said something about headache, yadda-yadda and she understood. Then I handed the phone off. They chatted for a while and handed the phone back to me. We said our good nights and I live yous and I hung up the phone and turned on the film. Just as the film was starting the friend says, “You know, you keep seeing me with guys, but they are all gay.” I knew some of them, but not all of them. I was like, even so and so from work ?” [I’m not outing him here!] “Oh yes. Every one of them. I do that because I have some issues with men and abandonment.” I thought that’s fine, since I’m not married to her, and don’t have any designs on her, she can have all the issues she wants. But she wasn’t finished. She said, and I remember this exactly, since it’s the thing that sticks in my mind and gets me hard every time I think about it: “But I haven’t had sexual intercourse in over a decade and at times the desperation is overwhelming. I don’t want the relationship, but I have so much sexual energy that needs release that I don’t know what to do.” She was looking right into my eyes when she said it with that accent. I poured her another drink and asked “It can’t be that bad can it?” She gently grabbed my hand and guided it up her skirt and said, “It’s embarrassing. I do not know what to do with myself” as she touched my hand to the wetness that had seeped out of her panties. I don’t know about you, I crumble when I hear such arguments. It’s the desperate need for sex thing. As a former teenage boy, I sympathize all too much. That, and I do love a very wet woman. I could smell her juices, clean and slightly musky. I had no choice but to continue stroking her. She said “I trust you, but don’t want to upset…” I just continued stroking her and thought about this conundrum. I slipped off her panties and started going down on her, her pussy sopping with moisture. Knowing I crossed a line, I said ‘hold still’ and got up and ran to the other room. I came back with a blanket, pillow, toy and a camera. I was gone for less than a minute, but she had already stripped naked for me. She laid down on the blanket and I worked her with the vibrating dildo and managed to get off one shot before she said no.  I finished her with my tongue and two fingers inside. She clamped her legs tight around my head and I thought she was going to hurt me. I cranked up the vibrator, pulled my head free and pressed it against her clit. She rolled on her side to get away, but I held fast and tight. She went still for about 20 seconds and came again. She said, “I didn’t know I could do that.” [I have my high school girlfriend to thank for that trick.] I held her. I was still clothed, more aroused than I have ever been. She asked “Are you OK?” What an odd question I thought. I asked “What do you mean?” She said, I meant “Do you want me to finish you?” This time I put her hand on my rock hard cock that had leaked through my underwear and jeans with precum. I remember it like it was tonight. I go over it again and again in my head. She undressed me and went to town on my with her mouth. She started by sucking off all the sticky liquid. Then she licked my balls and held them in her mouth and tongued gently between them. Then she took long strokes deep with her mouth, caressing my anus with her finger, deep throating my cock. I squeezed her hand signaling I was ready to come, so she stopped and sucked my toes, keeping me on edge and diffusing the orgasmic feeling thorough my body, but getting me more excited. My biggest surprise of the evening, she got up and started riding me, reverse cowgirl, bare back. I was thinking, ‘I think she’s on the pill for medical reasons. I hope I remember correctly.’ I didn’t have any rubbers anyway. She was sloppy wet, dripping all over me, down my balls, rubbing it all over me. While riding me, she’d reach down and suck my toes now and then. She’d work it so she’d bump my head with her cervix every few strokes for extra pleasure. She was working it deep and savoring it. I kept thinking, I've known her close to 20 years and I never knew she had a thing for toes! She was working faster and clenching tighter around me. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to release inside her. She kept going and I held on prolonging my orgasm. Her grip on me was so hard it was almost painful and I could feel her coming again. Her pussy gripped and relaxed in spasms, tight like I’ve never felt before as she writhed on me, digging her teeth into my shins. I’m usually too lazy, but this time, I was so stimulated, I still had it up. I got up, rolled her over on her back and pounded her missionary position. Her pussy was so wet and relaxed that I was getting barely any stimulation, so I fucked harder and faster to get more feeling. I thought, she can’t be enjoying this, I should stop, but she let out a whispered “Oh yes” that encouraged me. I actually thought, if she’s only getting it once a decade, I want to give her a fucking that she’ll feel for a while. I fucked her hard, like trying to fuck through her and pound her pussy so hard and fast that it hurts for the next week. When I came, my cock hurt with every pulse from the sucking and fucking. I lay down beside her and we watched the rest of the movie. After it was done, she went home and we never mentioned it again though every time I am alone with her, I know we are thinking the same thing. The reason I write this is my wife is at a conference and I know our friend is just a phone call away. And the question in my mind is, my wife knows about our friend's situation. She knew that she was desperate for sex and interested in me. She told her. The thing that is most confusing and titillating is wondering if my wife set this up so our friend could finally get laid and so she could think about it happening. | ||
| jimsault
Poster Username: jimsault Post Number: 580 Registered: 7-2006  |
You never can tell with women and talking... You should have asked her friend if the wife had set it up with her with the expectation the two of you would get release. Now if the wife does know about it and you "Don't" say anything your shafted. It might be the time to come clean and burn the g/f rather than the wife if it comes to that but on the other hand with her knowing you may become the friend with benifits with the wife knowing about it which of course it the best outcome! MatureM2Chat | ||
| wp2003
Poster Username: wp2003 Post Number: 39 Registered: 2-2003 |
So, have you asked your Vulcan lover if the wife set her up with you for sexual release? | ||
| aquidneckisland
Poster Username: aquidneckisland Post Number: 19 Registered: 10-2009 |
You shut the hell up until the day you die, set-up or not. |
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