I was at this party about three years ago and was introduced to a woman named Hannah who grew up right down the street from me. We were the same age, had lots of mutual friends in common, and yet, we’d never met. She was stunning. Six feet, curvy, natural red hair, thighs for days. Just gorgeous. Thick in all the right places. But … I was in a relationship and she was married. We became friends and would occasionally grab coffee.
When my relationship ended, Hannah was there. She brought me dinner one evening, we sat on the couch and talked about life and the meaning of things. She was happily married and had a three year old, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t fantasize about her.
Some time passed and I got an e-mail from her saying she was hosting a fundraiser for work and needed a full room. She said she’d written some other people we knew and said that I was attending—using me as bait to get other mutual friends to turn out. I responded to her message by saying, “Sneaky sneaky.”
She sent a few “suspicious” emojis to me and then a few kissy face emojis. I couldn’t take it. I wasn’t sure if there was sexual tension or not. I knew she was happily married. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin her marriage — or our friendship. All I could manage to say in response was, “You’re so cute.”
She responded with a blushing face emoji and that was that.
I rushed to my computer, logged on to my Reddit page and wrote a fictionalized bit of erotica on the r/sexystories page detailing my fantasy. A few hours after I posted the story, there was a comment from a user saying, “Wow. This is hot.” And a few days after the story was posted, I received a text message from Hannah.
“BTW, I really liked your story.”
I guess I hadn’t done a good enough job “protecting the innocent,” though. And also, who knew Hannah frequented the sexystories subbreddit?! I immediately blushed. I threw my phone down and shouted out in shock. I’d been caught. Busted! Worse yet, writing literotica ABOUT A FRIEND. And that FRIEND SAW IT! I was mortified. I couldn’t bare to look at my phone, even though it kept buzzing.
Finally, I picked it up and saw her messages.
“Don’t worry.”
“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.”
“I … might have written some about you …”
I scrambled for my computer. Sure enough, Hannah was the user who commented on my story! I clicked on her page and saw her story — sure enough, it was all about me! But instead of her friend who was a lawyer, I was her friend, the neurosurgeon. And instead of living in Ohio, like we did, the story was based in Chicago. I read the entire story — reading about her shame, her curiosity, her fear of having an affair, and ultimately, the sex. The wild, passionate, intense sex. The kind of sex where clothes are destroyed in the race to nudity, where lamps are knocked over and sweat soaks through everything. Where neighbors wake up due to the moaning and grunting and intense fucking. And ultimately, the release. Powerful squirting orgasms on her behalf, and ball emptying orgasms on mine. In her story, I finished inside of her, releasing myself, soaking her insides with creamy white sperm as she begged and pleaded to be fucked.
And so for years, our relationship existed in two realms. One, in person, where we were cordial and friendly and got coffee and had barbecues at her house or mine, where we all socialized in big groups, laughing, hugging, pretending nothing else existed. And the other, online. On Reddit. Where we fictionalized an ongoing affair. In some stories, we traveled together while we husband was away on work. In others, we met for coffee and fucked in the Starbucks restroom. All the while pretending none of this actually existed …
Until one day …
Hannah and her husband invited a large group of friends to the neighborhood pool. The thought of Hannah in a bikini made me hard. I absolutely had to go. What unfolded next was what you would call a perfect storm. Hannah’s kid got sick and vomited on her husband. And since Hannah was hosting the event, he insisted she stay while he take the kid home.
Everyone else was married with children, so they all headed out shortly thereafter. I was one of the last remaining guests, and so naturally, I promised to stay behind and help Hannah clean up.
“I’m going to go change out of my swimsuit,” she said. “I’ll be back.”
She headed towards the small locker room while I continued to clean up. And then my phone buzzed.
“I’m stuck,” Hannah wrote. “The door won’t open. Can you come let me out?”
I cautiously walked towards the women’s locker room. By this point, the sun was setting and most everyone had gone home.
“Hannah?” I said as I walked inside.
“Yep.”
I walked over and tried to open the door but it was jammed on my side, too.
“Are you decent?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
I crawled underneath the door and stood with her in the cramped changing room. She was completely nude, her curvy hips, her small waist, her large breasts. She had a small bush, neatly groomed.
“So,” she said. “I obviously lied.”
She pushed me onto the small bench in the changing room. My cock throbbed as she pulled my swimsuit off and dropped it on the floor. She bent over, still standing, her large breasts, hard nipples, hanging down as she wrapped her mouth around my erection.
“Two years,” she said between sucks. “I’ve wanted this.”
She deep throated me with ease, my cock slick with saliva. She sucked a few more times before straddling me in the locker room, riding me slowly. I sucked her nipples, kissing her neck. She slid up and down, slowly. Quietly. Every inch of me disappeared inside of her. After riding me for a while, she stood again and bent over. I stood too and entered her, perfectly, from behind, pumping away inside of her.
“You feel so good,” I whispered as I picked up the pace as quietly as I could, fucking her, pressing myself deep inside of her. Every time I pulled my cock out, it was creamier than it had been before. Hannah was soaking wet. Her pussy dripped down her thighs.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered. “So long.”
We crawled under the door and rushed to the locker room door, locking it from the inside. I turned to find Hannah on he back, her legs spread.
“Come fuck me.”
I pushed myself into her, holding her legs up over my shoulders as I drove myself into her tight pink cunt. Hannah was a natural redhead, her pale skin glistening with sweat as I slammed into her harder and harder. She moaned, rubbing her clit as I pounded away.
“I need to taste you,” she whispered.
I pulled my cream covered cock from her pussy and straddled her as she opened her mouth. Just then, I ejaculated a thick load directly onto her tongue, which she eagerly swallowed, her eyes closed, a look of pure content on her face as she rubbed herself and orgasmed.
We stood and kissed. She took her things from her locker room and dressed in front of me as I put on my swimsuit. I unlocked the door and stepped outside.
We met by the tables and packed up the rest of her things into her car. We said our goodbyes.
“Well,” I said.
“Mmm,” she said.
Our eyes darted about anxiously.
“See you on Reddit,” she whispered.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a4fq3v/fucking_my_married_friend_mf_oral_mast_swallow
Wow. This is hot.