I first met Alexis when she started dating my friend, Brian. Brian was an alum who DJ’ed at the college radio station where I got to be a rookie DJ. The station had a small number of slots for alums who just liked to hang out and play records on air, and Brian was one of them. He was a bit of a music guru to me, kind of taking me under his wing and showing me how to be cool and less nerdy at rock shows. I stopped DJing after I graduated, but Brian and I kept up our friendship. He met Alexis in ‘the scene’. She was also a little older than me, but not by much; and she had this quiet intensity about her. Like, she didn’t talk a lot, especially around Brian because Brian couldn’t stop talking, but you could tell that she was paying attention to everything that was going, and she had a way of making a conversation record scratch by saying something that tied whatever we were talking about to something someone said ten minutes ago. Alexis paid attention.
She was also a dead ringer for my old high school girlfriend, Zoe. Tall for a girl, though still only a couple of inches shorter than me, nerdy glasses, long hair that she always kept in a bun or ponytail, which showed off some gorgeous cheekbones. Total sexy librarian vibe going on. One drunken night, while the two of us were hanging in a bar, watching Brian shoot pool with other friends, I said as much to her, that I liked hanging out with her because she was like my ex but better, and Alexis just patted my head and said that was sweet.
Like Brian, Alexis also liked being my mentor, giving me advice on girls and on how to do relationships right. At the time, I was in this pretty messed up co-dependent relationship with Chelsea, another radio DJ who had graduated after I did. Chelsea and I were both pretty immature and knew deep down that we weren’t right for each other, and we were also afraid of being lonely. So, we’d keep breaking up and then hooking up again, then breaking up and hooking up again. At first Alexis was sympathetic, and then after, like, our third on/off cycle, she started taking the tough love angle and told me that she’d stop being my friend if I started seeing Chelsea again. “Like, if you don’t want to listen to my advice, I’ll just stop giving it.”
Alexis and Brian also started to make more of an effort to invite me along to stuff. Make me feel less lonely, ease me into being single. Sometimes it was a bunch of us going to a show or a movie. They moved in together after their first year, and sometimes they’d also invite me over for dinner and to listen to whatever new music Brian or Alexis had picked up. Those dinners would sometimes get a little risque. They weren’t exactly in an open relationship, but they’re both pretty big flirts and they were both ok with the other having drunken makeouts with someone at a club. We’d plow through, like, a bottle of wine each and we’d start gossiping about our friends like how so-and-so was in bed or some of Alexis’ awkward groupie hookups from back in the day.
Then there was one dinner where Alexis told Brian about the little confession I made to her about how she reminded me of Zoe, my high school girlfriend. I was kind of embarrassed and a bit annoyed that they laughed about it. Also frankly I had let the crush fade and I had already moved on, but obviously Alexis remembers this stuff and doesn’t let it go. Then she playfully said that the easiest way to break that crush was for me to just kiss her.
“What? Why?”
“Because a kiss is as unique as a fingerprint. I bet you that I don’t kiss like Zoe, once you find that out, that’ll break your crush.”
“I think you’re drunk. Besides, I don’t think of you that way anymore.”
“Liar. I know how you look at me. There’s still a bit of that crush lingering. Come on. Do it for science.”
So we kissed. Full on lips, bit of tongue, bit of soft nipping, bit of her kissing down to my chin, then a bit of necking. Then a lot of Brian clearing his throat. She was right that she didn’t kiss like Zoe. She was also right that my old crush was broken. But I suspect a new one was replacing it.
Anyway, that kept going. You could see that their relationship was getting pretty serious, and I wasn’t surprised when I came over once for dinner and B&A told me that they were engaged. It was going to be a small wedding — family only and two months away — and it wasn’t really their choice, but that was how it was. None of us friends were going to be invited, but they were going to plan some kind party afterwards. I was happy for them and we spent a bunch of dinnertime talking about wedding planning. Then Brian went up to use the bathroom, leaving me and Alexis alone in the kitchen where we were eating ice cream out of a pint for dessert. This was totally a setup.
She said, “so, you know, Brian and I weren’t really planning on getting married, but this is really because our parents want it. We don’t want it to change us. We still want to hangout and fool around.”
“Is this going to be more drunken kissing for science?”
“Maaaaaybe? Did you like that?”
“It didn’t suck.
“What I really mean to bring up is that, ummm, so, Brian and I agreed that we aren’t going to sleep with other people after we get married. It’s important to be that kind of monogamous. But, you know, we want to give each other one last chance to hook up with someone else before the wedding happens. He’s actually got an old guy friend that he’s going to visit in New York next month. And I … well … do you want to come over when he’s gone?”
“What? Me? I thought I was, like, your kid brother or something.”
“Give yourself some credit. I was thinking about what you told me about your crush, and I have to say that I like you too. Especially after we’ve been spending all of this time with you. Especially after I found out you’re a good kisser.”
“So, just one time?”
“Yeah. Just to cross each other off our lists. No strings. Just one night to be with whoever we want before we’re husband and wife.”
“Ok.”
Our actual date was three weeks later. Alexis invited me to dinner at the restaurant where she and Brian were going to rent a private room for their wedding. At some point, in the middle of meal, while she was footsieing me under the table, she let slip another secret — that they were already married. They basically eloped and went to the courthouse a week ago. She showed me the ring that she added to her engagement band. That also threw me for a loop. I didn’t go into this night thinking that I was going to be banging a married woman, and I wasn’t sure if that was ok or not.
Still, I didn’t want the date to be over, and I didn’t want to let Alexis down. So, I congratulated her and we continued with dinner. Afterwards we want back to their place. Alexis wento their liquor cabinet to fix me a cocktail, but I had other ideas in mind, and just pressed her up against the wall and started kissing the back of her neck. It had been, like, nine months since Chelsea and I had last hooked up and I was getting pretty horny. I remember how she purred at me taking charge and started to push back against me, letting her ass grind against my jeans. She had on this thin pencil skirt that hugged her hips magnificently and I had been thinking of her legs all evening. I started to undo the unzip on the back of her skirt, and pulled it down to see that she was also wearing stockings and a garter; which I also remember telling her once I thought was a totally hot look. Girlfriend had done her homework.
So there I was, on my knees, pulling her skirt down, then kissing the back of her thighs and lovely, full ass, then she turned around and presented her panties to me. And this really lovely heady aroma emerged from her. It was kind of amazing and one thing I will always remember about Alexis is that she had a very delicious pussy. Every woman’s vagina has a strong, organic scent to it, and my ability to give oral is less about my jaw getting tired or sore and more about how much I enjoy the aroma, and I don’t know what Alexis’ hygeine was like but I could’ve gone down on her for ever. There was this sort of gingery spiciness to her scent that I really got into, and when I peeled back that silk and saw her bare, swollen labia, I couldn’t help but dive in.
I remember the way her fingers dug in to my scalp as I went at her and the way she moaned and whimpered as she gradually settled onto my shoulders. I remember making her come a couple of times, alternating between using my tongue, my lips, my fingers and all of the above. Eventually, though, Alexis tapped me on the head and whispered, “no more”
“Please, just take me to bed. You’re going to make me pass out if you keep that up, and I want to still keep it together for the main course.”
She had taken off her blouse while I was eating her out, so was just standing there in her bra, panties and garters. I peeled her panties down and watched in fascination as she unsnapped her bra and let it fall too. Her breasts were compact and perky — A-cups that were a nice handful with huge, delectable nipples. Alexis appreciated my leer and just said, “one of the nice things of small breasts … I’m almost 35 and still have the same body that I had when I was 18.”
I told her to keep the stockings on and she obeyed, then led me to bed. I offered to put on a condom, but Alexis said that she was on the pill and that she wanted the full experience. I undressed for her and also appreciated the way that she leered at me. She lay back on the bed and reached out for my cock saying, “I owe you.”
I was still standing on the bed when she leaned over and started sucking me. She started slow, sliding half of my cock in and out of her mouth and then alternating to licking along the shaft. I reached down and played with her nipples, and then climbed on to the bed, and straddled her as Alexis laid her head back into the pillows. From this position, I let myself fuck her face, sliding a little more of my cock in with each thrust, trying not to overwhelm her, but then when Alexis was ready, she just put her hands on my butt and then pulled me in, so she could just deepthroat me once. That felt amazing, but then she pushed me back and let my cock come out of her mouth so she could look up at me with this gaze of utter sluttiness and said, “ok, I’m done waiting. Come on and fuck me.”
So, smiling dumbly, I just took my place between her legs, I ran my hands over her stocking then lifted her ankles to my shoulders, and started to tease her labia. The sound of her whimpering was one of the sexiest sounds that I had ever heard. Then I heard her moan as I slipped inside her.
“Ohhhh, yeah, that’s what I always wanted.”
She was still wearing her wedding ring and engagement band.
I tried to keep this slow and steady, but I have to admit that I was pretty worked up from all of this oral and from all of this anticipation. So, I didn’t last long at all. Like, pretty much as soon as I was totally inside that amazing vagina of hers, I could feel myself tingling and ready to blow. Even if I tried to like hold my breath or think about something else, I could help it. I only lasted maybe 30 seconds and just helplessly let myself go inside of her. I was about to apologize as I caught my breath and pulled out, but Alexis just wailed and grabbed my hand and nearly stuffed it into her messy, juicy pussy. It was so wet and so stretched out that I could easily fit four of my fingers into her without trying. All I had to do was just twist my fingers just so and that made her wrap herself completely around me and explode.
She kept holding me like that for a while before pushing me slightly away, giving me my cue to take my hand out of her pussy and then roll off of her onto that mess of a bed. We were both quiet for a bit just to catch our breaths before Alexis rolled on top of me and just kissed me fully on the lips.
“Did you like that?” I asked.
“That did not suck.”
We cuddled for a bit and talked about her and Brian. We talked about the crushes that we had built up for each other and how we were glad to do this. Then she got up to clean herself off and take off her stockings, and I got in under the covers, which was actually kind of useless, because when Alexis came back she just peeled off the sheets and start going down on me again. We fucked one more time with her riding cowgirl so I could play with her tits and suck her nipples, and that actually lasted a nice long while. Then I was ready to come, I flipped her over, staying inside her, and Alexis moved so that she could let me jacknife her and pile drive her from above. I realized then that she really did like hard and deep, so I stopped with trying to keep it slow and just pounded into her with all of my gusto. I let her come first, and again she just went berserk with grabbing me and trying to crush my shoulders, and somehow in the middle of it, I lost track if I also came or not.
The following morning was a little awkward. I had sobered up and part of my repressed Christian upbringing came up with it. I had started thinking about the fact that I had just fucked a married woman, and there was this weird mix of shame and guilt and pride. I had a bit of morning wood that we wanted to use, but it got soft before I could put in Alexis and there was nothing that she could do to bring it back. We just agreed to let it go at cuddling, which was nice too. Neither the end of the date, as I was having breakfast with her in their kitchen, Alexis gently suggested that I should take a break from sex and relationships for a while.
“Like, you know, rebound sex like this is a favor. You’re a good lucking guy, and you’re smart. You’re a total catch, but you gotta stop wasting your time hooking up with people just to avoid being lonely. Learn to be happy with yourself and then the next person you’re with will be an even better fit, because you aren’t going to be with them just to avoid yourself.”
I knew she was right. I didn’t date anyone for, like 18 months after that night. And when I found someone, it was amazing.
As for me and Alexis, it really was just that one hookup. Brian and Alexis got married and then shortly afterward bought a house in the burbs. I came over to visit a couple of times and we’d have a friendly kiss, but that was it. A few months later she got pregnant, and then the two of them just dropped out of my life. They try to be those cool indie parents who dress in black and have rockstar hairdos, but you can’t change the fact that they’re parents with kids in the burbs, and when it comes to hanging out with single friends in the city they might as well be on the moon. That’s fine. That’s how life goes. We just have to behappy for the chances we get in between the other choices we make.
I still see her photos with her son and daughter pop up on Facebook. She still has the body that she had when she was 18.
(all of this is mostly true. slight details changed to protect people and also because all of this happened a while ago.)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5unlmc/my_dinner_with_someones_fiancee_becomes_my_night
That was amazing! Do you think you could be the father of her first kid?