After teasing my older, married friend for two years… [MF] [cheating]

This is going to be a bit long.

I’ll start out by describing myself – I’m an outgoing and talkative 25 year old. I think I have somewhat of a provocative air to me… I love seducing people. I’m about 5’8, with a small waist, perky 34 D breasts, and a tight but round ass, with a bit of extra meat on the sides of my hips, great for grabbing. I’m athletic and lean but have some great feminine features like my large chest, hips, and big thick lips. I’ve been very blessed with this easy sexual appeal, and I love to show my body off every chance I get. What can I say?

2 summers ago I met a couple of guys about 12 years older than me when I was traveling by myself. James, a guy who I found particularly fit, was married. He is about 6’2 with a wide and athletic build, fabulous toned arms and shoulders, with copper coloured hair and a thick beard. The second guy was Brad, and they were actually both incredibly good looking. The two were best friends, and I fit in nicely with them. They enjoyed my company because whenever we would hang out the three of us would drink together and this sexual tension would build to a point that I was always in a state of light sweating and quickened breathing. I often was fighting myself to not touch James and be too flirty, because he was married. I remember one time being in a bar with them, a bit disinhibited, and sitting between them in a booth, with one hand on each of their legs. I looked into James’ eyes and asked both of them “have you two ever fucked a girl together?”. I could almost hear their hearts pounding in their chests at the frank question and implication. I was so turned on by their shock. It sadly ended there.

A few months ago, the two of them told me they would be traveling close to where I live. The idea of seeing them again, especially James, had me absolutely racing. I offered to have them stay at my place, and they accepted. In the weeks leading to their arrival, I started to worry that it wouldn’t be a good idea to host them because I am in a relationship now and James is married. I have to admit that the possibility of fucking James after all the flirting we had done, even over the last two years via photos and messages, got in the way of thinking straight. I guess I wanted there to be at least a possibility things would go that way. As the day came closer, I really couldn’t bear it… I was hot and my heart was racing constantly. I knew I was going to try to seduce James… I fucking love turning it on for a man like him… older, bigger, and I’m not supposed to have him.

When they got here we went to a bar and drank like old times. The tension was so high, and immediately after the first few sips of wine, I rested my leg gently against James’ in the booth. It was torture when he didn’t acknowledge it until an hour or so later when I heard the slightest laboured inhale as he looked over at me. I met his eyes to look for some sort of hunger, but he stayed cool. Torture! I made a few more weak gestures of affection, brushing his arm, leaning onto him when I laughed. He started to press his leg harder into mine, but kept stopping when the moment would be broken by song changes, the waiter, etc.

Brad started to clue in that something might be going on between us. He wandered over to the bar, and started chatting with a few girls who looked younger than me. James got a bit embarrassed I think, and he suggested we go over to the bar as well. These girls were absolutely loving the guys’ accents. We walked over to another bar with them about an hour or so later because Brad was really hitting it off with one of the girls. We didn’t stay long at the second bar, because the girls were ready to go to a dance club and were pleading with us (mostly the guys) to come with them. Brad wanted to go, I could tell, and I was hopeful that if we got him distracted enough maybe James would start to flirt with me again. I was genuinely surprised when James said “I’m actually getting tired, let’s just head back home?”. I looked at him and saw this flicker of heat on his face when he looked at me. My chest was pounding and my neck flushed hot with excitement. I think the two of them had a telepathic moment, because Brad just shrugged and got my address in case he ended up coming back later in the night, then he went on his way with the girls.

James and I grabbed a cab to my apartment. I let him in and we sat on the couch. There was no air in the room, I was looking at him and he was looking me over in plain sight. He wasn’t moving anything but his eyes. I could tell that he was desperately holding back, because this electricity between us was maddening and he wouldnt stop raking his eyes over my chest and little waist. I stood up and boldly met his eyes and walked backwards a few steps before turning around and going towards my bedroom, lightly tapping my bottom as if to say “come along.”

He hesitantly followed me to my room and came to stand in front of me. I saw him look over my shoulder, and turned my head to see that he was looking at my backside in my floor length mirror which we were perfectly positioned in front of. My ass was hugged perfectly by my tight grey dress. I was thinking to myself that these are incredibly delicate moments, and I wanted to move slowly and carefully so as not to spook him, because I could tell he was battling with himself. I was desperate to have him fuck me. Still looking in the mirror, I could see his arms were hanging by his side. I said to him in a quite and low voice “this ass has been flirting with you for quite some time now…” and I saw his eyes lock onto my ass. I very slowly took one of his hands and softly said “you’re just looking…” and then placed his palm on my ass and whispered “you’re barely touching…” as I rested my own hand on his chest, over his pounding heart.

He made a deep but soft noise when he exhaled, and ever so slightly squeezed the left side of my ass. I carefully dropped my hand off of his own, which stayed put. I slowly and delicately slipped each small strap of my dress over my shoulders so they were hanging down. I reached up with both hands and shimmied my dress down a few inches so both of my bare breasts were now exposed. My nipples were so hard, and my skin was flushed. He eyed the piercing in my left nipple hungrily. I gently guided his other hand to my right breast and he brushed his thumb over my nipple. I sharply inhaled and felt his heart start pounding harder still.

I was coming to a breaking point, and I knew I nearly had him there with me. I slowly took his right hand off of my ass and held it between us. I looked up into his eyes and asked him softly “do you want to see how wet I am for you?”. His eyes burned into mine and his chest felt like it was going to explode under my hand. He nodded a small yes. I guided his hand up my tight skirt and placed his fingers on my pussy above my lace panties, which were absolutely soaked. My pussy was so wet that even the gentlest pressure I used to guide his fingers to me allowed his middle finger to slip around the panties and spread the lips of my pussy. His touch sent an electric shock through my body and I inhaled sharply again. He barely moved his fingers, but lightly rocked his hand between my legs. I almost had him.

I took his hand from my throbbing little pussy and ever so slowly brought his fingers to my mouth. I sucked my wetness off of his middle finger and looked up at him, then ever so slightly parted my lips to show him the silvery strand of my pussy’s juices sitting on my tongue. His eyes were locked on my mouth and I slowly moved my face up to his, where his mouth was waiting slightly open. I pressed my tongue to meet his and he finally gave up his control, squeezing my breast hard with the hand which had been resting there, and saying “fuck it” into my still open mouth. He kissed me hard and pushed both hands into my hair, roughly tugging on it to bring my face up again. He pushed my dress the rest of the way down to the floor, then took my nipple with the piercing into his mouth and sucked, hard. I gasped and felt electric waves traveling into my pussy from all over my body. He, fully clothed, ripped my panties down and bent me over the edge of my bed so I was ass up. He buried his face in my pussy from behind and lapped at my wetness. He ate my pussy with sincere aggression, slapping my ass and taking breaks to finger fuck me hard until I was nearly screaming. I was desperate for his cock and said to him over and over again “please fuck me, please fuck me.” He told me he wasnt going to fuck me until I cum for him. I felt an orgasm building up hard each time he started to eat my pussy. He could sense I was close and started filling my vagina up with his full tongue, lapping at it and making the sexiest sounds of greedily enjoying my pussy’s taste. It was the single best thing I have ever felt. I came so hard, my face flushed and I panted hard as he tore his own belt off and ripped his pants down, taking hold of his rock hard cock, which was delightfully thick.

I took his cock in my mouth eagerly, but he pushed me away and turned me ass up again. He slipped a condom on, which he had pulled out of his wallet. He thrusted inside of me hard, putting one leg up and grabbing my hips to help him force his thick cock deep inside of my tight pussy which was still throbbing from the orgasm. He fucking railed me so hard, leaning over me to really feed his cock inside of me. I came twice more before he finally grabbed me hard and shuddered a loud “holy fuck”.

We laid side by side for a few minutes before I wobbled into the kitchen to grab us two beers. I slumped onto the bed where he still hadn’t moved, holding his beer out and just plainly said “we are going to hell”, to which he genuinely laughed, and then slapped the side of my ass. We fucked literally all night, then had breakfast with Brad and I sent them on their merry way. Great night. See y’all in hell.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6czgdo/after_teasing_my_older_married_friend_for_two