Our old friend, my crush and a bet. [MF]

Sunday. GAME day. A tradition in our house. I have a lot of great memories watching football with my husband and friends over the years. But one memory stands out most of all.

This memory involves our long time friend Aaron (name changed, of course). The three of us met in college through other friends and we’ve remained close ever since. Truth be told: even though I fell in love with and married my husband, I’ve always had a crush on Aaron. He’s just as good looking as my man, but a total gym rat. And it SHOWS.

As it turns out, this was going to be the last game day we could spend with Aaron. He had just accepted a new job and he and his wife were moving across the country the next week. His wife had already flew out to start getting the new house livable. The kids were spending the week with their cousins at my sisters house. And because of all of this, I believe the alcohol flowed a lot more than usual.

Aaron and my husband ended up making a bet at halftime. $200 to whoever’s team wins. And, as usual, my husband’s betting luck remained non existent and he lost the bet. Since the bet was made in the heat of the moment, neither of them had any cash on them. So, of course, I have to go upstairs and grab what money I had out of my purse. Luckily I had 4 $50 bills. I go downstairs and give them to my husband (along with a dirty look), and he hands the winnings over to the victor.

As the night goes on, so does the booze. At about midnight, my husband is snoring away on the couch in his basement man cave. So I decide to start cleaning up while Aaron was getting ready to leave. I was in the kitchen when Aaron comes up and greets me farewell for the night.

With a grumpy, drunk face I remind him that it was my money in his pocket from tonight. And his reply was jaw dropping. He walks up to me and in a quieted voice asks me, “Do you want to earn some of it back?”

“What the hell does that mean?”, I ask. He replies, “I’ll give you $50 if you kiss me now.”

“You’re drunk Aaron!”, I say shaking my head. He responds, “Oh, come on! What’s a kiss between old friends?”

“Well, what about your wife? And my husband, your friend, for that matter?” To which he says, “This can stay between us. I’ve known you so long, and I’ve always wanted to kiss you! What do you say?”

I think to myself for a second. I’ve had a crush on this man for as long as I can remember. If ever there was moment to kiss him, this is it. Besides, it’s just a kiss. Right?

“This stays between the two of us. PERIOD! Got it?” He shakes his head yes. Then I tell him, “Hand over my $50.” He pulls the bill out of his pocket and lays it on the counter. He wraps his arms around my waist… Our eyes lock… Our lips touch.

Within seconds I’m completely engulfed in the moment of complete passion. I’ve fantasized of this, and now it was actually happening. All other cares in my world began to fade away. In that moment I knew that I was his submissive whore.

After a couple of minutes, he breaks our kiss. “Another $50 if I can kiss you anywhere. Deal?” Hesitation is swimming through the alcohol in my head. But I can’t resist. I motion to hand over another bill, he hands it to me and I put it aside.

He lifts me up and sits me on the counter. Between kisses, my jersey shirt comes off and my bra hits the kitchen floor. His kisses move down my neck and alter between each nipple. Goosebumps form all over my body. I lift my ass off of the counter as he pulls my jogging shorts and panties down to the floor. I moan in pleasure as his lips find their way to my clit.

He ate my pussy like he hadn’t seen one in years. After a minute he slips a finger inside me. Then another. His fingers find the spot, and within a couple minutes my body shakes in orgasmic pleasure.

He stands up and our lips meet again, his fingers still inside me. “$50 more if you kiss me everywhere?” With a deviant smile, I accept. Another bill goes on the counter as I jump down and help him lift his shirt over his head.

This man had the body of a Grecian god! He had big shoulders and perfectly sculpted abs. I almost came again running my hands up and down him. I start planting kisses slowly down his chest as he’s removing his pants. My kisses make their way down to a mound of tidy pubic hair and meet my hand at the base of his cock, as long as my husbands but a bit thicker. I give the tip a couple of kisses, and in my mouth it goes.

Within a few seconds I have his entire cock in my mouth. I work it with slow strokes, in and out, keeping eye contact. I get it rock hard and start to taste his yummy pre-cum. When he gets close he stops me. “I still have one more fifty. What do you say?”

“Why not??” I get up and walk over to the kitchen table, raising myself on top. He walks over, spreads my legs and rubs his cock between my pussy lips. My eyes roll back into my head as I feel it sink inside me. I try to keep my moans quiet as he pumps me with a deep, steady rhythm.

After a few minutes, I feel another strong orgasm coming. My hands grip the end of the table as my body convulses and I cum lying on the table that I feed my husband and kids.

He asks me if he can cum inside me, and I reply, “Sorry, you’re out of money.” So I sit on the chair and resume sucking his glazed over cock. After a couple minutes, his hands grab the back of my head as he feeds me my second meal at the table that night.

We collect ourselves a moment and get dressed, then have one more beer as we giggle as he hands me his last fifty. Soon he leaves, but not before we make plans for one more meet up before he moves.

After that, I go get cleaned up and ready for bed. I walk back downstairs to try and wake my husband and get him upstairs, but he’s out cold. So I grab a blanket and cover him up and give him a kiss on the head. “See you in the morning my love”, I whisper. And I go upstairs and crash.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f8sn46/our_old_friend_my_crush_and_a_bet_mf