Dave (33M) and I (32F) were best friends. We thought we would be best friends forever, but we lost touch after we both got married to different people and I moved to California for work. There’s quite a backstory and many sex adventures and I’m inspired to write about all of it (hence why I created this account). I thought I’d start with what happened most recently over the holidays. Scroll down to the (—-) to skip to sexy times.
Some background:
We met in high school over 15 years ago, at an arcade and just clicked. The first time we fucked, we were 17 and 18. We both cheated on our bf/gf’s. Over the years, we have tried to stop fucking, but we were slaves to our attraction and taboo. I believe we both have cheating fetishes that bring out the worst in each other. Because we’ve been doing this for so long, we are pretty committed to taking it to the grave and never telling anyone. So it’s lead to us both cheating on every partner we’ve had since. We both have very high sex drives and made a deal that we would think of each other first if we needed a good fucking. This worked out pretty well off-and-on, until we both got into serious relationships (with our future spouses). We stopped fucking for years and continued to be best friends. Our own spouses got close as well and all 4 of us are still good friends.
Well about 5 years ago, we all got married. We don’t have romantic feelings for each other and we were genuinely very happy. We were in each other’s wedding parties. Our spouses and we are all very good friends. Anyway, because of this, we both decided to stop fucking once we got married. We only slipped once before I decided to move away for work. We’ve both been doing really well in our careers and our relationships with our spouses are great. Naturally, without our perpetual fuckbuddy agreement and zero chances to catch up in real life, we lost touch. Perhaps the occasional text here and there, to greet each other happy birthday, etc. It was honestly best for both of us.
Over the holidays, my husband (30M) and I came back home to our city for the first time since we moved. We flew in separately because we were both coming from different destinations for work. I was coming from San Fran and he was coming from Japan. He arrived earlier in the day and was already sleeping off the jetlag in our Airbnb when I landed. We had made plans for Dave to pick me up from the airport since we hadn’t seen each other in so long.
During the whole plane ride, I fantasized about fucking him again. His dick is bigger than my husband’s and I got so wet thinking about it. I had to masturbate on that plane ride under the blanket, unbeknownst to the older gentleman seated beside me while he watched movies. Safe to say… my pussy was already wet and throbbing before I even laid eyes on him. He picked me up and he looked a little older than I remember… and was curious to see if anything else had changed. I could he was checking me out when he helped me put my luggage in his car… I was wearing yoga pants and I knew he loved seeing the curve of my ass on the tight yoga panta. it made my pussy quiver in anticipation. God, I hadn’t realized how much I missed him even just LOOKING at me like that, when he’s not supposed to.
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The whole ride was completely normal. We talked about work, our spouses, plans for the holidays. About 10 minutes away from our destination, I decided to make my move. I asked him if he’s thought about me lately and I could tell that made him uncomfortable. He said he didn’t know how to answer that… it had been so long. He thought we were going to stop now that we were both married. It’s like he knew that this kind of talk just turned me on even more. Talking about how taboo and forbidden it was… that we shouldn’t do it and that we were so bad for even talking about it.. oh god, nothing could get me started faster. I started squirming in my seat as I felt my pussy dripping even more. It was getting hot. My hand started to wander on his leg…. then I used my finger to trace little circles on his thigh and move up to his crotch area. He parked on the driveway and he was definitely 100% hard. I started touching his hard cock on top of his pants… just lightly circling with my finger and getting familiar with the curve of his dick again. He was looking at me with those eyes… I knew he wanted to fuck, too. He slowly kissed me and it was on. He kissed me slowly and passionately and I was moaning and beathing heavily. He slipped his hand in my shirt and I felt how cold his hands were on my nipples. Ooh! But I pushed him away and re-composed ourselves. I was squeezing my legs together so tight… because I was so horny!! I wanted to start fingering myself there and then, but I controlled myseld. We were on a driveway in broad daylight, where my husband was sleeping off his jetlag inside. But his dick was so fucking hard and it was getting uncomfortable for him, so I asked him to take it out… and I knew the moment I saw it, that I would be tasting his cum before he left.
My tongue engulfed his throbbing hard cock. Oh, his precum was so sweet. I remembered how he liked getting blowjobs…. he has a huge dick (8-9 inches probably) with the perfect upward curve that hit my g-spot perfectly. He really, really liked getting deepthroated. He loves it when I moaned while I tried to fit it all in my mouth. So I went to work… I slobbered all over his hard cock and guided his hand on top of my head. He started grabbing my hair and moaning that it felt so fucking good. I let him slowly fuck my throat deeper and deeper. He was grunting low and deep.. and so fucking sexy. I love when men are vocal and tell me how good it feels when I give head. He knew this about me, of course. My gag reflex is basically non-existent and I take advantage whenever I can. It wasn’t long until he was fucking my throat hard and he whispered “I’m cumming”… oh my god. He came… he likes to cum really deep, where I can feel that cum just slowly drip down my throat. I swallowed every drop. God I was so fucking horny. I wish he could have fucked me right there, but I had to go inside. He was BEGGING to touch my pussy or to taste it, but I knew I had to leave him wanting more. I left him with his dick still out and went inside the airbnb to my sleeping husband.
We fucked for the first time that same night. But that’s another story.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/emng3v/fm_rekindling_an_old_affair_after_5_years
Incredibly hot story, love the build up and to be honest, reading about you getting off on the plane already got me rock hard, I really think you should move that – – – – – marker further up ;) thank you so much for sharing, hope to read more from you ??
What does your husband and his wife think about this? Maybe they could get together and fuck too! Actually I hope they are, she gets pregnant and they run off together. That would leave you all the time in the world to fuck your old affair, maybe even branch out and cheat on him too! I see a bright future in your debauchery.
Edit: You should post this in r/adultery. There are like-minded people with low morals and you’d fit right in.
Great read. So hot ?