I dragged my small suitcase into the foyer and I hugged my old friend. I was glad to finally be on the ground after a long day and an especially uncomfortable flight. It was late and I was tired. I was in town for a conference and my college buddy Alex had invited me to stay with him and his wife at their place. They lived just a couple states away from me but we rarely visited each other. It was good to see him.
Alex replied, “No problem Rob, we’re happy to have you. Our house is your house. Just excuse the mess”.
I looked around the living area. Alex and Michelle’s house was cozy in a average, suburban sort of way. I glanced to see the mess Alex mentioned – I could smell drywall and see some boards lying on the hallway floor.
“We’ve been wanting to really make something of that room for years, its bad timing that we temporarily don’t have a guestroom just as you’re in town!”
Michelle smiled at me and chimed in.
“The room plans are amazing. It will look so cool next time you visit in another 5 years.”
We laughed, but it was true, it had been a long time.
Michelle was Alex’s wife of 7 or 8 years. Among my college friends, adventurous Alex had landed the most wholesome girl in our social circle. It made for an interesting combination but strangely enough they were a perfect match. They had always been extremely close and devoted to each other – a model relationship. They had two young kids now, roles that seemed to fit them perfectly. They had always been warm and responsible people, I’m sure they were great parents.
As Alex gave a brief tour of their modest home and Michelle offered me a drink, I noticed how their looks had barely changed. He was my height, about 6’1, stocky but not chubby, the body of a guy who lifted weights for mass but didn’t care much about definition. He had closely cropped light brown hair, a short beard and a kind face. Back in college, he usually wore motorcycle boots, jeans and possibly too-tight t-shirts.
Michelle was wholesome, but always stood out for her gorgeous features. She had glowing medium brown hair just past her shoulder blades and large beautiful brown eyes behind fashionable chunky plastic glasses. She had full pouting lips and a clean smile with perfect teeth. She was about 5’5 and was solidly “thick” in the best sense. Not chubby, but no one would mistake her for a runway model either. I remembered how her habit of wearing sundresses showed off naturally olive toned legs and just a hint of cleavage. She was quite modest, I don’t even remember seeing her in a bikini in college, but her generous bosom was obvious. I imagined her rear end was just as thick, but of course I had never seen much of it. Like I said, she dressed pretty conservatively. Tonight she wore a vintage style printed dress. She was still a looker.
She was definitely my type physically, but she and Alex were a couple before I knew either of them so I never had a chance to pursue her. Still, I always felt a certain sexual tension between us. Just unrequited attraction perhaps. She certainly occupied more than a few of my dreams over the years. Those eyes, those lips. I wondered what it would feel like to have her kneel down in front of me and accept my cock into that beautiful mouth…Anyway, I was happy for my buddy that he landed a woman he was crazy about, and I was happy they were good friends.
“How about a late night snack?”
Michelle and Alex had always been foodies. They worked together to cook up a few steak tacos. Wow, this was a late night snack to them? I was glad to indulge.
We caught up and laughed over a few off-brand Mexican style lagers. The tacos were delicious. I did miss these two. Good people. I was glad I accepted their offer to stay over rather than get a hotel.
“So, with the guestroom remodel underway…where should I put my stuff?”
“Here, I’ll put it in our room”. Alex grabbed my bag and started to head upstairs.
“Is there another guestroom up there?”
“No, but we’re between good living room couches. The one we have now is really old, there’s a rod that sticks straight up in the middle and everything – we’re not going to make you sleep on that thing.”
“…OK, where to then?”
“You can sleep in our room.”
“…OK…I don’t want to impose…”
“Relax, man, it’s no big deal.”
We laughed. Seemed kind of odd, but we were all mature adults and old friends. Still, what did that mean exactly – in their bedroom? Did they expect me to sleep on the floor? Whatever, I am an easy going guy, I can roll with it. Strange though they invited me to stay over knowing their guestroom was under construction and their couch was painfully uncomfortable.
Alex disappeared up the stairs with my bag. Despite my fatigue from a long day, I felt a small surge of adrenaline as I found myself alone with the hostess.
“Where are the kiddos?” I asked.
“They’re at my parents for the week. The grandparents can’t get enough of them”.
We made eye contact. God, those smoky eyes were amazing. Her arms looked tan. I tried to distract myself with more empty chit chat.
“That’s great. Great to have a relationship with the grandparents.”
I steered the conversation towards the meaningless on purpose.
Michelle really was my type. Going back to college, I could have talked with her all day, she was always down to earth and never intimidated me in the slightest, but I always remained aware of Alex and I didn’t want to cross a line by even flirting with his girl. I fantasized about her, sure. Those incredible tits… what color were her areolas? But even though she was always friendly, I never got a hint that she was interested in me. For some reason, this made her all the more desirable. But despite my long standing attraction, just like in college, I wasn’t going to ever stir up trouble between the three of us, so I stuck to niceties while Alex remained upstairs.
“It’s good to see you Rob, I’ve missed you.”
“I miss you guys too. You both look well.”
She smiled and sipped her beer and looked me in the eyes. I smiled back and risked being forward by looking her up and down. She had to know I was attracted to her. I felt my pants get tight as she returned my gaze.
Alex returned.
“You want any more, Rob?”
“No thanks. Awesome food though”.
“Sure. Baby, are you ready for bed?”.
Wow, it was about midnight. Really late for people in their early 30’s.
“Yes baby just let me clean up the kitchen”.
I followed Alex upstairs to their bedroom. How was this going to work exactly?
I went to the upstairs hall bathroom to change for bed and brush my teeth. It struck me how normal it felt, to get ready to sleep in the same room as my two friends. I guess Alex was right, it wasn’t a big deal after all. At that point, I was too tired to care much anyway.
Now in sweatpants and a t-shirt, I walked down the hallway to the master bedroom. Alex was already in their king size bed. He yawned, obviously looking forward to sleep after the beers.
There was a makeshift bed on the ground at the foot of the bed.
“Hey man, we put down a camping mattress for you, hope it’s alright.”
“No problem, I’m too tired to care anyway.”
He turned in the sheets away from me, towards the outside of the right side of the bed. I could tell he was asleep in minutes.
The master bathroom was on the opposite side of the room from where Alex now faced. The running water of the faucet stopped and the door opened. I stared for a quick moment. Michelle was so fucking hot. She wasn’t wearing anything scandalous, but the sight of her in normal, everyday sleep attire was enough to demand my attention. Her shiny brunette hair was in a ponytail. She wore red flannel pants and a thin black tank top. Holy shit did she have a body. Her massive, shapely tits bounced lightly as she strolled towards the left side of the bed. She faced away from me as she took off her necklace and placed it on the dresser against the wall. I could clearly see the outline of her big round butt through her pajamas. I was speechless.
She glanced at me with a brief smirk and said sweetly
“Goodnight”
Wow. Seeing her again was harder than I thought it would be. Sharing a bedroom with her, even with another man, her husband, in the room, sent my mind into overdrive. She hopped in bed and turned off the bedside light. I realized fantasy was not reality as I laid down on the thin camping mattress. This was never going to happen. I got under the lightweight comforter they had laid out for me. I made sure it was thick enough to conceal my movement, and I grabbed my dick under the cover and pictured the woman lying just feet away.
I was drifting off to sleep with my half hard cock in hand when I heard a faint whisper in the dark night.
“Rob…Rob…”
I stirred and rubbed my eyes with my free hand.
“Are you OK down there?”
It was Michelle, her head popped over the foot of the bed.
“Yeah…” I whispered back.
“OK, just checking. I’m sorry for the sleeping arraignment.”
“It’s fine. What time is it?”
“Rob…you can come up here if you want”.
Huh? ‘Up here’, as in, the king size bed, where she and her husband were sleeping?
“Yeah, you’ll be more comfortable…and I don’t mind.”
I must have been too tired to think, but I hesitated for just a second before I quietly stood up and took a step towards the left side of the bed. I glanced and saw Alex was sound asleep on his side of the bed, still turned away. What was going to happen in the morning when he saw me sleeping next to his wife in his own bed? Again, I was too tired to think. And of course, my mind was racing at the invitation to lay down next to this beautiful woman who I had fantasized about for years.
As I took my next silent step towards the bed in the darkness, I realized something…I had a massive tent pole in my pants. Well, that hadn’t taken long. I looked up at Michelle, still crouched towards the foot of the bed. Did she see my pants? She looked up to meet my eyes, a welcoming smile on her face.
In a split second I decided yes, she had definitely seen. How could she not have? Sure it was almost pitch black in the bedroom, but not to brag – I have a large dick. I always thought my face was reasonably handsome and my body was average, but I had the most confidence in my purple helmet warrior. It wasn’t record setting in size, but always seemed more than enough to get the job done. And when I’m wearing sweatpants there is simply no hiding it. Yet, Michelle still welcomed me to sleep next to her…
I confirmed that the combination of beer, fatigue, and physical desire had effectively turned my brain off after I did what I did next. As Michelle crawled back up towards the head of the bed and started to get under the covers, I turned away to sit down on the edge of the bed. Before I sat, in one quick motion I pushed my sweatpants down and off my feet. Now Michelle could see my butt in my tight boxers. Why I did this, I couldn’t say, but somehow, but with just that one look from Michelle at my rigid boner, I had the confidence to take the next step in showing her my attraction. I sat down on the bed, turned under the thin bed sheet and quietly laid down, my left arm almost hanging off the bed. The sheets were soft and slightly warmer than the temperature in the room – Michelle had been laying here just a minute before. She was still sitting up, over me now, surrounded by pillows resting against the headboard. I looked up and to my right. Michelle’s mouth was open and her eyes were locked in…she was staring at the long, wide bulge under the sheet.
It was an incredible feeling to put myself on display for her and have her react with a look like that. My confidence was skyrocketing, but I remained aware that on the other side of Michelle lay her husband. This little show would be the extent of our middle of the night encounter. She pulled her eyes up from the mountain under the sheet and our eyes met. I looked her directly in those beautiful brown eyes and for a second she responded with an expression of deep longing. We stayed like that for a moment, silently communicating something I had always felt, but never knew she felt too.
Without thinking, I pulled down my boxers to my knees and grabbed the base of my pole to hold it upright under the sheet without breaking our stare. Now, Michelle looked to see the full height of my slab. Her eyes could have burned a hole through the bed sheet. Her jaw dropped even further. Before I let this incredible feeling overtake me, I had to come to my senses. I slowly turned away from her and laid my head down. I was still tired and it was the middle of the night. Alex was my friend. This insane flirtation had to stop.
Michelle cuddled against me in the big spoon position. This felt risky, but extremely comfortable. After a few minutes of this pleasant, innocent connection, I felt a firm pressure. Michelle had reached her right hand around my side and was now solidly gripping the head of my cock. What the fuck. I froze.
Ever so delicately, she pulsed her grip on my cock in even time. What was she thinking? She knew I wasn’t asleep yet. She must have been too nervous to fully stroke it for fear of waking Alex.
Before I could wrap my head around what she was doing and the dangerous position I now found myself in, her movement grew bolder, with a delicate downward motion, stroking the top third of my meat. I let her grasp my rod like this for a few minutes. It felt amazing, knowing she finally wanted this dick.
Then, I slowly moved my head to face her, and as before, our eyes met. She had a look of intense concentration. She knew what she was doing. Fuck, she smelled amazing. She leaned in a few inches and whispered something barely audible in my ear.
“I want to suck you.”
My brain exploded. I instantly put my hand over hers as she stroked me, controlling her movement to go up and down the full length of my significant cock. Her small hand felt amazing wrapped around my thick timber. I remembered, we had to be quiet. Alex was still sound asleep on the other side of Michelle, facing the other way and lightly snoring. After a minute of helping her jack me, I gently lifted the sheet to reveal to her what she had been stroking. By then our eyes had adjusted to the dark and we both saw it. I’m glad I had trimmed my private region recently because it made my clean shaven cock look absolutely massive in her tiny hand. She squeezed it hard and I grunted deeply in her ear. She took that as a sign she was on the right track so she released her grip, silently spit in the palm of her hand, and reached back towards my junk. The sensation of her strong grip and wet saliva, up and down, up and down, up and down was mind blowing.
My brain was gone at this point. I swung my feet off the bed and stood up. I glanced to make sure Alex was still sleeping, then I stripped my boxers off my feet and stood in front of Michelle. My long rifle gently bobbed at her eye level. She leaned up on her elbows to get closer. I put my left hand on her throat and my right hand at the base of her ponytail as I guided her mouth onto my pulsing cock. Her lips were full and red. She stuck her tongue out as if she were getting her tonsils checked as I greased my dick into her waiting mouth – it was almost too wide to fit.
She looked up at me with her big soulful eyes with a look of desperation. She slowly managed to get about halfway down the mast as I squeezed my grip around her neck and hair. I was in control and I could tell she loved it. I slowly pulled and pushed her head back and forth as I took in the incredible sensation. My whole rod was tingling like it was coated in Icy Hot. I felt my large smooth sack sway in the cool night air, slowly bouncing, almost grazing Michelle’s throat as I thrust her head forward. I concentrated on how good it felt to physically dominate her, and how much she obviously wanted this. I took my meat in my right hand and raised it vertically across her face to give her access to the underside of my cock base and my swollen balls. She licked them with wide strokes.
Michelle was fantastic. She didn’t know exactly what she was getting into when she invited me in her bed, but she sure was getting all she could handle. She popped my right ball out of her mouth and quietly gasped for breath and smiled up at me. Alex had not moved.
After what felt like an hour of passionately sucking my cock and balls, she came up for air. I took her hands and led her up and off the bed. She obediently followed my lead. I turned her around and gently pushed her back onto the bed on all fours, facing her husband. She looked back at me. I gently took her ponytail in hand and she closed her eyes. I lovingly forced her head down onto the bed so her ass was sticking straight up in the air in front of me.
She was still fully clothed at this point, but I wanted more. I wrapped my fingers around the waistband of her flannel pajama pants and peeled them down over her ass. After all those years of dreaming of her, I finally found Michelle’s best feature. It was perfectly chubby and soft white. This was the most fit, perfectly formed butt I had ever seen. I was beyond excited to lay my eyes on it, I couldn’t contain myself as I said “Holy Fuck” and knelt down at the bedside.
I spread her cheeks and widened my tongue as wide as it would go as leaned forward to touch my tongue to her clit, then slowly took in her raw, delicious taste as I moved upwards across her open pussy and finally onto her perfectly smooth and hairless asshole. I stayed there, using long licks to taste the left side of her butt, and then the right. Michelle had to be silent – her husband was still sleeping just feet away! – but she whimpered softly. I didn’t need to see her face to know she enjoyed every second of this.
I aggressively squeezed her left ass cheek with my left hand and massaged her clit with my right hand while I focused my tongue on her butt. She reached back to help me, grabbing her cheeks in her hands and bouncing them softly around my face while I ate her. We switched hands, mine moving back to her massive round cheeks while her hand moved under her to stroke her wet pussy. My face stayed buried in her bubble butt the whole time. I gently inserted my right index finger into her ass and moved my tongue to her soaking pussy. Her legs started to tremble, I knew she was cumming. Neither of us said anything, just kept on working together until she came. I felt a small explosion as I fingered her butt and ate her out. Her pussy juice dripped down my chin and I was happy. I took my finger out and kept eating diligently, paying attention to every centimeter of her exposed rear end, this glorious secret she was sharing with me, and appreciating every pore of this breathtaking woman who invited me into her bed. We did this for what felt like a lifetime, it was probably about 20 minutes. It was perfect.
After she came for the second time, I stood up, gripped her ponytail and led her up and around to face me, kneeling on the bed. We were face to face for the first time since this whole crazy session began. We kissed deeply. Her tongue was so wet and she was eager for my mouth. I bit her bottom lip as I hugged her hard, bringing my now semi-hard cock upwards between her legs. She felt it and closed her legs around it. We pulled away and locked eyes as we breathed hard, trying to be quiet.
She whispered urgently
“Rob, your dick is so fucking big. I always wondered what you had down there”.
“Do you like it?” I whispered back, already knowing the answer.
“I fucking love it. I want you to drill me.”
Her words were enough to pump my erection back up to almost comical strength. I helped her off the bed and out of her pajama pants. I immediately thrust the fingers of my left hand up into her pussy and squeezed her ass with my right. She looked up at me and bit her lip hard.
I removed my fingers from her and forcefully pushed her tank top down, revealing her perfect milky tits. She gasped as I sucked her left nipple and her gorgeous quarter-sized areola. I pulled my head away and gave her right breast a firm but quiet slap, leaving a red mark. She winced then shot me a look of determined desire. I knew she loved for me to dominate her. I don’t know how I knew, since we had never been together in the years we had known each other, but somehow I knew she would respond, and I was exactly right. She stood in front of me, kissed me and rapidly tugged the full length my raging meat. I shoved my finger into her slippery asshole and she moaned into my mouth. I knew it was time to fuck her…
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