(f)ucked one of (M)y best friend’s dad

I feel like my life is made up of me hurtling from questionable decision to questionable decision. This past Friday night was my most recent questionable decision.

About me, I’m 20, 5″7 and I mostly wear a size 2 or 4. My bust size is 32C and I have brown almost black shoulder length hair and brown eyes on a wide friendly face. I do pretty well with the guys. I was fairly popular in high school but I messed around too much and end up with no real prospects. While basically all of my friends went to college, I took a few classes at my local community college with the intent of going to a normal place after a year or two and worked a few different jobs. I didn’t even last a semester at the community college and I currently work at a Target about five miles from where I grew up (was too embarressed to work at the closest one). I’ve stubbornly kept my own place (well, with roommates) which is probably not the smartest decision ever when you are living paycheck to paycheck but I’d rather die than still be living with either of my parents.

With that sad trombone out of the way, last week was finals for a lot of my friends, so they’ve been filtering back into town. One of my best friends, Eric, told me he wanted to go clubbing on Friday night, so we arranged that we’d meet at his house before heading out. I’ve known Eric for practically my whole life. Our parents were friendly and I remember going over to his house for parties and what-not. He’s pretty cute, but we’ve never really dated and I don’t think it’ll happen. He likes girls who have bolted on breasts and look like they probably have a cigarette and a Diet Coke as their daily sustenance and I like guys with big dicks (yes, I’ve seen his dick, and although he tried the George Costanza line on me, I’ve also heard from other girls that he’s not a good lay).

So my shift on Friday was until 9, and as luck would have it, my piece of shit car had died on Thursday and was going to be sitting at my apartment a while, waiting for me to scrounge up the funds to get it fixed. I had taken the bus to work and my friend Mikeela offered me a ride back to the neighborhood. But she got caught up with some supervisor bullshit and we didn’t cut out until 9:30. All the time Eric was texting me saying he was going to leave to pick other people up, did he want to just come pick me up at work (no way, since I had no inclination to change, refresh my makeup and hair in a Target bathroom). The last text I got from him was a tongue out emoji. Mikeela dropped me off at Eric’s house at almost 10 and I headed for the back door that goes down to the basement since the lock on that site has a code which I know. I entered the code and came in to see Eric’s dad sitting on the sofa watching a baseball game with a big cup in one hand. We exchanged pleasantries and I asked him if Eric was still home but he said that Eric had left. I was pretty ticked off so I texted Eric and he promised he’d be back to pick me up at some point, and I should just chill and wait. Then he let me know it was his dad’s birthday.

“It’s your birthday, Mr. Smith?”

Eric’s dad smiled at me and took a big sip of his drink. He looked pretty sloshed to me. “You’re an adult now, you can call me Keith. And thanks. The big 3-9!”

“You look good for 39!” I said, and it was true. Eric’s dad was always a handsome guy, but he had been pretty big. But in the past year or so he had dropped about 50 lbs and had gotten more muscular. He also had shaven the ridiculous mustache he had worn through my childhood too, which helped.

He smiled at me again. “I hope you aren’t just saying that to butter me up. And I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but you’ve always looked good.”

It sort of did, but I smiled and nodded anyway. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and change and I caught Eric’s dad checking out my ass in my Target khakis as I walked into the bathroom. I hesitated about changing, but figured it wouldn’t be long until Eric came by. I had a brand new bandage dress that I had gotten at Bebe’s a few weeks ago. It’s turquoise, tight and frames my T&A well, so I’m a big fan. It’s also got the diamonds of no fabric on the side that I really love. Showing off skin is fun, as long as some unfortunate ink I’ve gotten can’t be seen. I pulled my hair up into a bun to highlight my long neck and refreshed my makeup and looked at my phone. There was a text from Eric saying he wasn’t going to be back for at least an hour since our friend Janey (who I know Eric wants to fuck really bad) was having him pick someone else up. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought about Eric’s dad’s comments to me and figured whatever, I can handle some weird chat if it came to it. I wasn’t going to hide in the bathroom.

I came out of the bathroom and sat in a lazy boy chair. Eric’s dad eyed me and then lifted his cup. “Want one of these?”

“What is it?”

He looked down at his cup. “Rum and Coke. Giving myself a treat tonight, calories be damned.”

I’m not one to turn down alcohol, so I nodded. Eric’s dad got up and I could see his shorts tented. Eric one time had claimed his dad had a big cock (I don’t remember the context but it wasn’t weird for whatever we were talking about) and based on what I could see now, it was true. Eric’s dad caught me looking and turned red, shifting his penis around with his hand and muttering an apology “That’s a really hot dress” as he went to the bar, and dropped a liberal amount of rum over some coke in a glass and brought it over to me.

I give him a “no big deal” smile and accepted the drink, trying not to eye Eric’s dad’s shorts, which were like a foot from my face. I felt my vagina moisten as I was on a bit of a cold streak and, as I said, I like big cocks. Eric’s dad went back to his sofa and stared intently at the baseball game as I drank my drink and surfed my phone. As I said, it was a pretty healthy dose of rum and I hadn’t eaten anything since lunchtime, so the alcohol hit me pretty hard. My whole body felt warm and tingly in a really nice way. I polished off my drink and Eric’s dad glanced over.

“Want more?” he said, getting up to refresh his own drink.

“I better not. I don’t want to do something I’ll regret later.” He seemed to think this was pretty funny. I looked at the front of his shorts and although he wasn’t tented out now, I could still see the fabric straining at the top. “So no special plans tonight?”

“Well Marianne and I usually have a fun evening planned on birthdays and what-not but she was in the hospital earlier this week with a nasty bug.” he said re-filling his drink and heading back to the sofa.

“Oh jeez I didn’t know that, sorry.” When Eric’s dad passed by, I could smell Old Spice. I freaking love the smell of Old Spice.

“She’s fine now, just needs to get her strength back and all. She’s upstairs. Went to sleep around 8. Some meds she’s still on just knock her out. She could sleep through a circus marching by.”

I nodded. Something he said caught my memory. “Can I ask you a question, Mr Smith?” If accepting the drink and guzzling it down was kicking the boulder off the top of the hill, this question was it picking up speed towards an inevitable conclusion crash at the bottom.

“Sure, what’s up, sweetie?” he asked. “And it’s Kevin.”

“Uh sorry Kevin. I heard…well, is it true that you and Mrs Smith were like swingers?”

Kevin looked at me thoughtfully and then nodded slowly. “I guess you could say that. And not just used to. We still do. Marianne and I have always had a very, I guess, open relationship you’d say. We love each other and love to see each other happy. And I’m not ashamed to say, I like seeing my wife get plowed. In fact…” he hesitated.

“What’s that?”

“Well. I mean, I don’t know if this will shock you, but before your parents were divorced, we even had an evening with them and with another couple.”

“OMG that’s so gross!” But then I felt a jolt run up my spine. I suddenly knew exactly when he was talking about. “Was it with the Fosters too?”

Kevin looked at me and nodded. “Yes. About 5 years ago, I think.”

I smiled. “6 actually. I remember me, Alex and Steve (my sister and brother), Suzie and Pete Foster and Eric had a big sleepover at my house and you adults were somewhere else?”

Kevin nodded again. “Yes, we were hear. It was. Well it was a fun night.”

“For me too.” I didn’t tell him why it was fun and I’d love to share with you all why I remember that night so clearly but suffice to say it’s something that would go against this sub’s rules, if you know what I mean.

Kevin took another drink and looked over at me. I could feel my vagina get wet under his gaze. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure”

“Why haven’t you and Eric ever dated. Or I guess, I don’t think you have.”

“We haven’t, but not for any real reason. We are friends but I think we just like different things you know?”

“Have you guys ever had sex?”

I shook my head. “No. We did make out a few times, but we aren’t anything like friends with benefits or anything.”

“It’s a shame, you really are a beautiful young lady. And a really great girl too. It seems like he’s missing out.”

I didn’t really think so, but I blushed deeply anyway and thanked him. Kevin kept staring at me. I could feel myself getting wetter. At some point in the last few minutes my brain decided to have an argument whether I should fuck Kevin. The yeses were winning easily. But it depended on one thing.

“OK I’m just gonna come out and ask this, but I heard you had a big dick? If yes, can I see it?”

Kevin seemed surprised by my question but certainly not upset. “You heard. You seem to hear a lot huh?” I didn’t answer just matched his stare, until he looked away. He put down his drink on the table and stood up. “Sure, why not. But I think it’s only fair if I get to see how you look down there,” he said gesturing at me. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled down his shorts and boxer briefs and his cock sprung back to its upright position. And it was big. I didn’t have a ruler with me, so I apologize but it was at least 9 inches and thicker and veiner than any cock I’d ever seen. In person, at least. I just stared and I could really feel my vagina get even wetter.

I shifted in my seat and just looked and Kevin seemed happy just standing there at full attention. After a minute or two he said softly, “do you want me to put it away?” I shook my head no. “Do you want to show me your pussy?” I nodded.

I felt like I was in a dream. I stood up and slowly unzipped my dress letting it fall to the ground and stepped out of it. I unhooked my bra and took it off. I hesitated for a second before pulling my thong off and Kevin moved forward to help me. He fell to his knees, slid my thing down, his hands sliding down my thighs. I shivered with pleasure and before I knew it, his hot tongue was pressed into my wet vagina. I moaned and sat back down and Kevin pushed his tongue deeper inside me, lapping at my clit. It felt so good but I wanted to taste his cock.

“Let me suck on you,” i said. Kevin toon his mouth off my lips and wiped them on his sleeve and stood up. I stood too and we kissed, his stubble scratching my face. We moved to the sofa and he sat down heavily and this time I was the one falling to my knees. I held his big dick with both hands, marveling at the feel before slowly putting my mouth on him.

“That feels fucking great,” Kevin exclaimed as i sucked. He grabbed my neck with one hand and pushed me farther but I started gagging before I could take his whole cock. I came up for air and coughed and Kevin apologized.

“Want me to make you cum?” He said. I nodded eagerly. He pulled me onto the sofa and we began kissing more, his hands rubbing my breasts and the rest of my body.

Keith got on his knees on the sofa and maneuvered me so I was lying down with him between my legs. Then he effortlessly pulled my hips up, so only my head, my shoulders and my toes were still on the sofa, the rest of my body was in the air, with Keith holding me. He penetrated me, my ass against his thighs, and he thrusted into me. It was a sensation unlike any I had felt before. I was so wet, but Keith held my hips tightly, thrusting and I could feel the orgasm begin to build inside me. “Holy shit, don’t stop, Eric!” I shouted. Either Keith didn’t notice me calling his son’s name or didn’t care, as he continued to fuck me hard until I finally felt myself hit the precipice. I arched my back even more and felt the pleasure explode through my body, my thighs squeezing Keith’s hips tightly as I felt my extremeties tingling pleasantly.

“Ow!” he said with a smile, thrusting more slowly as I continued to enjoy the after effects of the best orgasm I had ever had.

“What can I do to return the pleasure?” I asked. Keith released my hips, and slid down on top of me.

“I don’t know why but the oldie is my favorite,” he grunted as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, his balls marinating in the juices that had seeped out of me. He kissed and licked my breasts as he fucked me, and I struggled to keep up with him as he picked up speed. He grunted and his thrusting became more pronounced. “Fuck fuck fuck here it comes,” he gasped before I felt him orgasm. Wave after wave of ejaculate burst inside me and his cock hammered my g-spot until I felt like I was going to come again too. Before I could get there, Keith finally finished up and collapsed on top of me. I felt his massive cock rapidly soften inside of me, as he kissed my neck and my shoulders. I ran a nail up his back and he shivered with pleasure.

“Go again?” I asked hopefully but he just laughed.

“You have to give me time, sweetie, I’m an old man now.” He looked at me and gave me a lopsided grin and the light in the basement played off his greying temples and laugh lines crinkling next to his eyes and mouth.

I had a moment of panic.

Shit, I just fucked the father of one of my best friends.

Shit, I just fucked the married father of one of my best friends.

Shit, I just fucked the married father of one of my best friends while his wife was sleeping two stories up!

I could feel my vagina practically dry up as Keith’s cock receeded to my opening. And as if on queue, my phone beeped. I scrambled out from under Keith and checked my phone and sure enough, Eric had texted me saying he was on his way to pick me up.

“That was Eric, he’s coming home,” I said to Keith, showing him the text. Keith sighed and got up from the sofa, and we both took in the other’s body for a second. Then as I felt cum starting to drip down my leg, I ran out of the into the bathroom to clean up.

When I finished up, Keith was back watching TV, a new drink in his head. I felt his eyes watch me as I moved back to my clothes to get dressed and I modestly covered my tits and vagina with my hands as I did so. After I got dressed, I sat back on the lazy boy.

“So,” Keith said.

“So,” I parroted.

“I enjoyed that.”

I hesitated, but nodded too. “You made me cum, liked you promised.”

Keith grinned and took a big drink. “Any time you want to come back, I’ll make you cum again. That body of yours is something else, sweetie.”

I left his comment in the air. Of course, I wanted to fuck him again. Keith got up and gave me a kiss on the head and headed upstairs. I flipped the TV to Lifetime and was watching a Project Runway episode when Eric came in.

He let out a wolf whistle when he saw my dress. “You are totally going to get fucked tonight wearing that number,” he said. Little did he know…

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