Six years ago, I was bartending when Michael and Sarah came in for drinks. At the time, they were just dating. We were all young. They ordered tons of drinks, got sloshed, and then rushed home. Before they left, Michael hugged me and said, “Let’s grab dinner soon. In the mean time, I gotta take Sarah home and fuck her brains out!” He was my best friend.
And Sarah was just stunning. It hurt to look at her. She came around the bar for a hug, but ended up planting a solid kiss right on my lips. My eyes grew wide. Was this a mistake? Had she meant to do that? Was she just drunk? I don’t know.
They married a few years later, had a kid, moved to the ‘burbs and our friendship, as a result, suffered. I rarely saw them. When I did get the chance to see Michael, he’d sit around and whine about the fact that his marriage sucked. It was all KID KID KID and then a little time to snuggle or kiss his wife, but that was about it. They were always exhausted between work and family and work and family. But it was what he wanted, and so for that, he couldn’t be happier.
Evidently, Sarah had similar feelings. How do I know? Because unlike them, I was one of those bachelors for life—always scrolling through Tinder, OKCupid, Bumble, Plenty of Fish. I was on the apps, swiping right, swiping left.
And then, I saw her. I could not believe it. Sarah. Almost as plain as day, except for the fact that her face was blurred out. But I knew it was her because of a mole on her neck and a bracelet she was wearing in all of her profile photos. I rushed to Facebbook to confirm my suspicions. I was right. I headed back to Tinder to read Sarah’s profile.
“I have a family. I am not happy. Please promise me you will be discreet. That is all I ask.”
I felt a surge of angst rush into my stomach. What do I do? Do I betray my friend, swipe right and fuck her? Do I screenshot her page and text it to Michael? Do I swipe left and pretend I never saw it? Do I text Sarah and tell her what she’s doing isn’t right? I decided to screenshot her page AND swipe right — just to see how she might respond.
But what I wasn’t expecting was for us to match. Another surge of angst. Sarah already swiped right on me. Now, the awkward waiting game began. Was this all a set up? Was she on the page to see if people would recognize her and try to get with her? Was this a way to see who was a loyal friend and who was not? How would I explain my way out of this if they revealed that they were in on this together?
And then, I got a message.
“Well,” she said.
That was it. WELL?! WELL!?!?! Oh christ. I didn’t know what to say, what to do, how to respond. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to google, “I just saw my best friend’s wife on Tinder” to see what others advised. Instead, I wrote back.
“Well, indeed.”
She responded with a smiley face emoji.
“I assume Michael doesn’t know about this?”
“He does not. It would kill him. Please … please don’t say anything.”
“Maybe we should meet for coffee?”
The next day, we were sitting at a Starbucks while we sat and stared at one another awkwardly. I wasn’t sure what to say and neither was she. We sat there for the longest time until, finally, Sarah’s eyes welled up.
“Is this awful? Am I an awful person? I just … thought this was what I was supposed to do, you know? The status quo. Don’t do anything off the beaten path. School. Career. Family. I thought it would satisfy me. But here we are. I feel like there’s so much more. And look at you. You’re free, man. You have no family. No obligations. No responsibilities. You can go anywhere. And you do! I see your Facebook page. Asia. Europe. Africa. I mean, you are living the most fulfilling life and I am at home, changing diapers. And I love her, I really do. But if I knew I would have been this miserable, no baby would have been worth it. I yearn for so much more. And Michael is totally head over heels with being a husband and a parent. Everything he does, he does for us, which should be wonderful, but it seems so … average. I’m BORED. I just want to feel alive again. Is that too much to ask?”
“So … what? You joined Tinder? You could have told Michael you needed some time to travel, some time to yourself to explore. Surely he would have understood. Why Tinder?”
“Because traveling is all well and good, but I need something risky. I need something dangerous. And I can’t just leave my baby alone with him for a month while I travel the world. I need danger. I need to feel my heart rate quicken. I need to feel a knot in my stomach. I need … I need to feel someone inside of me. Someone other than Michael.”
After a second, she wiped a tear from her eye and laughed.
“This is so stupid. You are his best friend. I am putting you in such an awful position. I didn’t mean to do this. But I also felt if there was anyone I could trust, it … might be you? If anyone found out, it would destroy my marriage AND your friendship. But on the other hand … could you ever look at Michael the same again? Could I?”
“The reality is, since you two had your kid, I haven’t really seen much of either of you, you know …”
“Yeah, that’s how it goes.”
“And … if you want to feel alive and do something risky, you also want to know and trust the guy you’re doing it with. I mean risk is fun, but not if you risk getting an STD, you know? You want someone who is clean. Who you know. Who you trust … to keep your secret.”
We rushed to her minivan in the parking lot.
“First time this fucking van has come in handy,” Sarah said as she slid the door open. We stepped inside. She unhooked my belt and pulled my jeans around my ankles. She got on the floor in front of me and put my cock in her mouth and began to suck it. I was hard within seconds, filling up her mouth and throat. She gagged.
“Sorry. It’s … been a while. And you’re bigger than I’m used to …”
She took me back into her wet mouth. Saliva coated me as she stroked and licked me from shaft to tip, teasing me. She was shaking, she was so nervous. I stroked her cheek and ran my hand down to her blousy v-neck, pulling it down over her shoulders and exposing her ample breasts. Her nipples were hard. She gagged and slurped, coughing, smiling, licking, kissing, sucking me.
“You have a big cock,” she said in between breaths. “I want to know what your cum tastes like.”
She picked up the pace, jerking me off faster and faster, sucking my balls. I squirmed in the back seat of her Honda Odyssey.
“Cum for me,” she begged. “Please cum in my mouth.”
That’s all she had to say. I grabbed her head and forced it all the way down my shaft, her nose buried in my pelvis as I exploded in her throat. Thick, white, heavy, warm cum splashed into her throat, coating her tongue and cheeks. She gagged and slurped, licking my nut from my cock as I continued to writhe and squirm until my balls had emptied themselves into her mouth. She sucked and licked my tip clean, gulping down my massive load.
“God,” she whispered. “That was exhilarating.”
“You’re trembling,” I said as she wiped the cum from her lips and put her breasts back into her top.
“I haven’t sucked a cock in almost a year. And the first one I suck isn’t my husband’s. It was his best friend’s. How awful is this?”
“It’s bad. But if it’s going to happen, it should be with me. With someone you trust. With someone you know.”
I helped her up and pushed her into the seat I had just been in. Sarah was wearing a skirt and when I lifted it up, I discovered that she was not wearing panties.
“Easy access,” she smiled.
She had a thick bush, but her lips and asshole were waxed. I kissed her inner thighs, licking them, licking her all over, working my tongue closer and closer until I was kissing her pussy lips, spreading them apart with my fingers, burying my fingers inside of her. She was wet. Warm. It felt amazing.
“Give me a taste,” she begged.
I put my sopping wet finger into her mouth. She squeezed her breasts as I sucked on her clit. She moaned and begged and pressed the back of my head in between her legs, urging me to continue. I tongued her clit, fingering her faster and faster. Her hands were all over the place. She couldn’t sit still. She was on the verge of an orgasm when I yanked my fingers from her and pressed my tongue inside of her pussy. I rubbed her clit vigorously and she yanked my hair.
“Christ,” she whispered. “I’m cumming. Please — please fuck. Don’t! Don’t stop. OH. OH FUCKING YES RIGHT THERE. TONGUE MY CLIT. PUT YOUR TONGUE ON MY CLIT!”
I did as she commanded and within seconds, her pussy began to leak uncontrollable amounts of cream and grool. I was blown away by how wet she was. She was trembling. Shaking powerfully. I leaned back and watched her orgasm for almost a full minute before she calmed down. She rubbed her clit a little but stopped. Too sensitive.
“Next time,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”
I pulled my pants up. She did, too. And then she unlatched the back door. It slid open and I exited.
When I got home, I poured myself a stiff drink, got two sips in and rushed to the bathroom to vomit. I felt absolutely awful. What had I just done? How shitty of a person was I that I actually *defended* my actions? Had I taken advantage of Sarah? I was sick to my stomach. I returned to my sofa, where I sat for the rest of the night.
In the morning, my phone buzzed. It was Sarah. I was sure she was going to say something like I was a piece of shit or on second thought, we should never speak of this again. But instead, I opened the message to find a series of photographs of Sarah. Her pussy. Her asshole. Her breasts. Her face. And each one had the caption, “Cum here, please.”
My cock throbbed as I studied every photo. What sort of person I was for being aroused by this sort of thing? I felt awful. But I also couldn’t resist. And, after all, I hadn’t actually fucked Sarah … yet.
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Don’t blame you a bit sir
Great story! Hopefully we get more!!