The beginning of our 10-year affair. [M/F]

Our story is long, and is still going. This first entry about Lana will be the longest because it serves as an introduction to how we got ourselves in this mess. I intend to post other fantastic sweaty, sexy stories of our time together that won’t be this lengthy. For this one, I’ll indicate where to skip to the good stuff with a line break.

In the beginning, Lana and I became fast friends during college (early 2000’s). We were the same major, but she was one year older than me. We had an occasional class/seminar together, but we really spent a lot of time outside class working and collaborating on projects. We were an odd pair. She was a pretty redhead, tall, slender, amazing legs, runner’s body, very well put together, kind of sheltered but breaking through her shell and becoming her own person. I was a loud, obnoxious, wannabe punk rocker who ended up mellowing out in school. I guess you could say opposites attract and we were two extremes who were going to eventually meet up in the middle.

There was no question she was out of my league. The thought never crossed my mind. She was my best friend and helped me grow up, I was hers and helped her grow out. Everything was great, until she got married…Her marriage flipped a switch in my head. I had no idea I was in love with her until she got married. We went to a small college, so I knew the groom. We were friendly, but to this day, he still doesn’t know my secret hatred for him… The first year of their marriage was the worst year of my life. We’d rarely see each other, and if we did, her husband was there too. I was miserable. Friends would jokingly comment on how lost I was without her.

One day within that first year, we were chatting on MSN messenger (dating myself here), catching up and shooting the shit. She says, “I miss you.” That was all it took for me to respond, “I love you.”

I am an idiot.

She freaks out, and calls me. “What do you mean you love me?!” I apologized profusely and told her, “I didn’t mean to come off so strong, I was just being affectionate, and I miss you, and I do love you like a friend and blah blah blah…” I was trying to cover my ass for the shit storm I just created. I was worried she’d never want to speak to me again or that her husband would find and I’d make a huge mess.

The dust settled and our conversation was awkward. I could tell she had something to say, but she wasn’t saying it. I pull it out of her and she says, “I love you too, you know…” My chest bumps HARD and I go for it telling her how madly in love with her I was. We decided to see each other in the work room at school later that day to talk about it in person. No one would be there at that hour, and we wouldn’t be bothered.

Out of breath, I get to the work room and I’m sweating bullets. I see her and I’m immediately calmed. Excited, but calm. She looks so so good. She was wearing short jean shorts and a yellow tank top. Her thighs looked amazing. We’re like bashful middle school kids beating around the bush. “You love me?…” “Yeah, you love me?…” “Yeah…”

Cringe worthy…

***

I didn’t realize it, but we were getting closer and closer and closer sitting against the counter. Our pinkies touched and we were inches away from each other’s face. I told myself fuck it and went for it. I kissed her and we started making out instantly. She smelled like she had just gotten out of the shower and like fresh laundry. I started nibbling her neck. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. My hands start going for her chest and she pushed me away. She’s always been bashful about her breast size because she thinks she’s too small. I told her I didn’t care, that I loved every inch of her. I reach again and her breasts were not small, they were perfect perky tits for her tall flawless body. I felt her nipples getting hard between my fingers.

She starts rubbing her hand over my pants, grabs my cock through my clothes, and lets out a moan. She lost her self for a moment. Lana snaps out of it and says, “What the fuck are we doing?! I’m married! We’re at school!!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“…no.”

Her hand slides inside my pants, and my hand slide inside hers. We probably looked like an awkward pretzel trying to get each other off with our hands trapped inside each others underwear. We were like animals and couldn’t help ourselves. We were just trying to get as much as we could in that moment, knowing we shouldn’t be doing what we were doing.

She takes her hand out of my pants and starts unzipping me. She gets on her knees, pulls my cock out and without a pause, gives me the blowjob of a lifetime. I’m holding the sides of her head while I’m feeling her tongue twisting and turning all over my cock. Her eyes are locked on to mine making sure I’m enjoying every second. I feel I’m about to come and I make her stand up. I sat her on the counter.

I start taking her shorts off and see her beautiful lacy white thong. As I start to dive in she stops me, “WAIT!” I got scared thinking she heard someone coming into the room. Turns out, she’d never had anyone perform oral sex on her before. I was her first. I was not going to let this moment slip away from me.

I tell her to relax and lean back. She is so wet, she soaked through her panties. I start kissing her stomach and move my kisses lower and lower. She’s shaking and I’m just smiling. I slowly slipped her thong off and gave her one soft long lick on her pussy lips. She let out a low groan that I’d never heard a woman make before. I’m working her clit with the tip of my tongue gently and slowly. She’s squirming, twisting, and moaning, then all of a sudden she starts laughing. She looks down at me and says, “How have I never let anyone do this to me before?!” And right as she said the word “before” she cut herself off and had an intense body shaking orgasm. Out of breath, she said, “Stop.”

***

It was fast and furious, but we figured our time was up and we had to go. We were grinning like idiots at what just happened. Grinning, but scared. I just helped my best friend cheat on her husband. The rush was intense but we knew there’d be consequences. We talked about divorce, relationships, the future, all that good stuff, but we never settled on anything.

So, for the past 10 years, we’ve seen each other whenever possible. It’s not an ideal situation, people are getting hurt, but we need this from each other.

Whether this gains traction or not, I’ll be posting more stories of mine and Lana’s time together. They’re riskier, more physical, and still just as hot as that first time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4nx61h/the_beginning_of_our_10year_affair_mf