My job sent me to Scottsdale, Arizona. Upside was I got to spend the weekend with some old friends in Phoenix. Anthony and Megan were a couple when I first met them in college and we’d kept in touch over the years. This was really exciting because I had not seen them now for nearly five years. Things went south at the last moment and Anthony himself was called out of town for his job. Megan told me to still come out and that she already had everything planned and ready. So on friday afternoon I drove into town.
The first thing that popped into my mind when Anthony said he wouldn’t be there was a memory from nearly a decade before. Three stoned stupid college kids hanging around their apartment and decided to experiment and let their freak flag fly. Megan pulled my pants down and sucked me off while Anthony fucked her from behind. Nothing had ever happened like it since and we’d even joked about it over the years, congratulating ourselves on being so “kinky”. Yet on the drive down across an endless barren desert I couldn’t shake that memory from my mind.
In the driveway was the hulking behemoth I’d heard about. Adult Anthony with a little money in his pocket had indulged his east Texas upbringing with a gratuitously gigantic pickup truck. The bottom of the tailgate started my at chest, Jesus. Inside the house I found Megan, still the hippie stoner earth child I knew back when but now older and more beautiful. Long naturally curly brown hair and olive skin, years of yoga had given her the body of a young Olympian. We smoked a blunt and drank iced tea on the back porch while talking about what happened in the last half decade since we’d seen each other.
Turns out my evening to come was highly curated by the two before Anthony left for. Even there on the porch Megan wouldn’t tell me where we were going, only that I couldn’t say no. Also, they had wrangled me a date. I couldn’t say no to that either. Looked like I was entirely at Megan’s disposal, so into the Arizona evening we went.
It was a gigantic shack of a bar, something comical out of a movie. I was in slacks and a button shirt and these guys were in cowboy hats, this was Anthony and Megan’s their idea of funny. Then moments later I met Steph, my date. Tight leather skirt and fringe blouse overflowing with tits, bleached hair, red lipstick, turns out she was also the owner of this shit hole. This was all a grand joke to Megan, take the city kid and get him drunk in a honky tonk bar, even have the owner be his guide. Nothing could have prepared me for this.
I judged Steph too harshly on first examination. This neon dive was just one of ten bars she owned across the state, this particular joint was the one her grandaddy bar tended at in back in the 60’s. So she was actually a savvy business lady playing the part tonight of a western floozie, I should have known. A couple hours later we were a few rounds in and dancing our asses off while shaking off the stares of the regulars. My date loved rubbing her leather skirt against me in just the right way. By the time I stepped out to take a breather I had a big red kiss printed on my cheek.
Megan was parked out on the far edge of a dirt field. I had insisted we take the gigantic truck so when I found her she was perched on top the tailgate nearly five feet in the air. Had the lighting been better I would have been able to see right up her dress. She handed me a joint and made sure I was having fun. My intuition was right and their friend Steph was brought along as a sure thing, Arizona hospitality as Megan put it. She sighed long and I could see she was working on saying something.
“**It’s a shame though with Steph, I think just you and I could have had some real fun**.”
“**Some real fun**?” I questioned.
“**As friends**.” She answered, then “**Some real fun as friends**.”
Suddenly everything just collided in my head: the booze, the dark desolate parking lot, her legs hanging over the edge of a the edge of a tailgate, the long drive down thinking of that night in college.
My hand slipped under her thigh just above the knee and I eased her forward to the edge of the gate. She willfully complied. The other hand brushed the top of her leg, fingers spreading out and feeling her skin. Positioned right in front of Megan I pushed her legs together and kissed her knees. My grasp released and I waited for her to make the next move, like a forbidden door I tried to open with my lips. Those knees parted and I pushed my head slowly between them, kissing the inside of her thigh, licking, nibbling. Megan’s stunted breath could be heard over the music in the distance as I worked my way up her leg. Soon my nose brushed against her panties and I could smell sweet pussy beneath them.
It felt like I stayed in that position for an eternity waiting to see how much further we were going to take this. Megan’s hand pushed my head back. We stared at one another through the darkness until she leaned back and slid her panties down. My arms wrapped around both her legs and spread them while pushing her into the bed of the truck. I could barely see her pussy with the smattering of light it but it was there and I could not wait to put my tongue on it.
I worked her hole first, easing my tongue in and out before dragging it all the way up her pussy until I flicked her clit. More and more little flicks followed by a long deep lap like a tired dog. This is how I find out how a woman likes to have her clit worked. Finally I wrapped my mouth around her and gently suckled her clit like a goldfish and this as it turns out is what my old friend liked. Next I begin poking at her with my finger, perusing just the inner wall of her vagina. Megan loved it all and her legs wrapped around me, the heels of her cowboy boots digging into my back.
Finally I secure her legs just above the ankle, holding them high and wide while I painted her crotch with my tongue. Megan does her best to muffle her moans, they can’t help but echo through the open desert night. Luckily a bunch of old drunks smoking just outside the bar are too interested in talking to notice what’s happening. Megan’s body jerks and my hands can no longer contain her as she curls around me, her hands clawing at my back. She’s cumming. I press my tongue hard against her clit and slowly pull it back. My fingers hook inside her deep as she tenses. I release her and then take one last bite out of her thigh. Pussy permeates the air and I love it.
I look straight at Megan and tell her to let me fuck her. We both know immediately that isn’t going to happen. She leans over and kisses me, jumps off the back off the truck and walks towards the bar. That was it. A decade after she got stoned and sucked me off, just as friends, she came back for repayment. My eyes had adjusted to the sea of darkness behind the truck and the flat Arizona landscape came into view and I stared out into it and bathed in how surreal this was.The cowboy bar, the giant truck, my married friends pussy, and…
I hear Steph approaching. Thanks Megan, it’s a real bro thing to send in a pinch hitter. Before she gets too close I call out to her “**You should be warned that if you come any further that I am nothing but trouble**.” Steph keeps walking and I utterly manhandle her.
The damn truck is so high and that Steph has to reach up to hold on to it. With her leather skirt up around her hips, her panties off somewhere in the dirt, I fuck the shit out of Steph from behind and her ass jiggles with each thrust. There will be no muffled moans from this woman, it’s her bar so who cares if she give out one long continuous groan of joy. In the distance I see the hard drinking smokers dart their heads in our direction. With one arm I’m reaching around her and flicking her clit. The other arm reached under and pulls out one of Stephs giant tits, I squeeze before letting it go to swing freely. I pull my cock out of Steph and shoot cum all over her ass.
Elbow on the tailgate, titty still loose, Steph turns and poses like some kind of old cowboy turned porn star ponying up to the bar. She jokes about how this was supposed to be a surprise for later. We both enjoy the moment and how openly nude we are yet oddly private, the old drunks have gone back to their conversation. I lean in and for the first time that night kiss this woman on the mouth.
We joke a little as as we put ourselves back together and moseyed back into the bar. Neither of those women told we what they said to each other as they passed one another in the bar. The three of us drank and danced and sang without a mention of what has just transpired.
Megan drove Steph and I back to her place but turned down a night cap and instead went up to bed. Went to the guestroom and got naked, Steph and I fucked all night and it was glorious. Maybe I’ll write that story later, just the dirty stuff. She was gone early the next day. I followed soon behind her, back to the airport and home. Luckily I did get to have coffee with Megan before I left. She was glad I had fun. Said she had fun too. Next time let’s make sure Anthony was around. Point taken, she and I were never going to do that again. Then again the first time young college Megan pulled down my pants and shoved my cock in her mouth I assumed it would never happen again. Maybe this is just a thing we do? Every decade we get a little crazy and lick each other. Or maybe what happens in Arizona stays in Arizona.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4svx0c/testament_of_eating_my_married_friends_pussy_and
Beautifully written. Well done, mate.
Wow! The title is straight out of Jerry Springer.