I’m still in disbelief that this happened. Long, so skip to the *** if you don’t want the backstory.
I’m a pretty dorky person. I didn’t have a lot of friends as a kid, and was overweight. But puberty hit me like a bus, and I lost a little bit of weight, and I became decently attractive overnight. I just didn’t realize it for a long time. I was thus, a virgin for a long time after high school. I did find out that this girl Lily had a crush on me. I didn’t make much of it, and I kinda made sure I pushed her away. Lily is a tall brunette, with beautiful green eyes, but she was slightly fat. She had huge breasts, and a decent ass, but she was a little fat. Her face was a little generic, slightly boring.
High school ended, we never met each other until I was recently invited to her wedding an year ago. I showed up not because I was good friends with her, but because this was a kind of get together with my other friends. As I went to the Wedding rehearsal, I was shocked to find how much Lily changed. She is beautiful, and Hot. She lost a little bit of weight, but was still slightly thick. Her boobs were accentuated by her tight dress, and I was sure her ass was just as good. I couldn’t believe this Lily had a crush on me in high school, and now she’s getting married. Wedding went alright, and we parted ways.
My ex broke up with me a few months ago. This ex was a good friend of Lily’s and we were all classmates in highschool. I heard that Lily is an interior designer. I recently bought a new one bedroom apartment, and needed help with the designing, so i decided to hit Lily up. She was pretty enthusiastic about the job, but I kinda had a feeling that she wasn’t experienced, or good at it even.
She showed up to the new place. The building was still under construction, but halted due to the lockdown. So the building was empty. We were supposed to discuss floor plans and other aspects. I’ve never done it before so I didn’t know what to expect. Lily shows up before me, wearing tight leggings, a white top and a denim jacket. I didn’t think much of anything tbh. I gave her a hug and showed her to the apartment, on the 4th floor. There was just one table, and the apartment is quite small, and all there was was cement, dust and a table. She asked how I would like it, and i asked what she had in mind. She wasn’t as inexperienced as I thought she was. She told me quite a few things I didn’t know before. And we’d slowly started talking about high school and our lives. Throughout the conversation, I was gradually getting turned on, I don’t know why, but I didn’t make much of it. We were slightly flirting here and there. We were leaning on the table, standing next to each other, and talking. She was leaning on me and tapping my shoulder whenever she laughed. She kinda put her hand on mine and wouldn’t take it away, I didn’t make much of it being the dumbfuck I was.
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The conversation steered towards how she had a crush on me in high school. I awkwardly laughed. She got up and faced me, and tried to fucking kiss me on the lips. Before I realised what was happening, she was already pressing against my lips. She was almost as tall as me. Her legs were around my right leg, and i could feel her pussy pressed against it. I was kissing her back before I knew it. It wasn’t a horny kiss. It was different. I craved it, since I basically got no action since my break up almost 6 months ago. The touch of a womans soft skin, her thick thighs wrapped against my leg. The intimacy. Our lips parted for a breath, and i whispered “You have a husband”. She turned around and started to walk away. I held her left hand and stopped her. Pulled her back. My arms around her stomach, her arms on mine, I was kissing her neck. I could hear her moan. She was loving it. She very slowly moves her ass against my very solid crotch now. I swear to god I almost came at that point. We started rubbing against each other. Her delicate leggings would’ve tore off with the amount of friction between us. I slid my finger into her leggings, and I immediately caught hold of her clit because her lips were wide apart already. She. Was. Wet. I started stroking it in circles. She held my wrist as i stroked, and moaned very quietly. I was dying to see her face. She was grinding against my dick in such heavenly movements. I asked her if she wanted me to change something. She turned around, looked into my eyes with her amazing green eyes, and whispered, “I want you to fuck me”. This drove me crazy. I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t have condoms. Is she on birth control? These were the thoughts that went through my head. But not hers. She pushed me onto the table. It was a terrible wooden table. It could hold our weight but it was dirty and shards of sharp wood were sticking out of it. I moved back while she climbed on top of me. She’d already taken her leggings off. I pulled my zipper down, and out popped my dick. It was HARD. I realized how sex deprived I was. She still had her underwear on, but she just pulled it aside, and slid my dick in. It went in so easily, because of how wet she was. She let out a muffled moan. I was still in disbelief. I would say it wasn’t the best penetration because of how wet she was, but what got to me was the taboo. Here is my ex’s married friend, my childhood friend, my interior designer, in a building with no walls, riding me raw, balls deep. She then did something that no girl ever did in my life. She looked into my eyes, while riding me. I’ve done this missionary, but never cowgirl. This wasn’t gonna make me cum, but it was the best sex of my life. The table started creaking, and we could feel the legs moving, so she suddenly got off me. She took off her white top, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. I got up and pushed her to the wall, I just wanted to be inside her, so I lifted her left leg while she pulled her underwear and penetrated her again. We started to kiss again. The intimacy, felt like I was making love to a woman I was in love with. In the moment, i forgot the fact that she had a husband. The underwear was chafing against my dick so i pulled out and helped her take it off. That was when I first witnessed her shaven, glistening pussy. I pushed her on to the hard dusty floor, and penetrated her again, and kissed her and made love to her. Gentle strokes. She started to rub her clit and moaned louder and louder. I couldn’t take it anymore. She yelled ” don’t stop, don’t stop” , but that was my trigger. I had to cum. She started to quiver, and wrapped her legs around me and asked me “I want you to cum inside me”. I obliged. I came. I thought of nothing else. Just to oblige to the beautiful woman I was inside of. I came. Hard. This was hands down the best sex of my life.
I helped her clean her dripping pussy up. It was a goddamn mess. But there were absolutely no regrets. We talked a little about how good it was, but neither of us brought her husband up, because I guess we both felt guilty about it. We didn’t talk much about anything else, and left. We didn’t text for a few days until she sent me a floor plan asking if I wanted any changes. We texted front and back a little bit about it. I wasn’t sure if I should meet her a second time. But we agreed to do it once the construction work continues. And to that, she replied, “This time I’d like to do it in the ass”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hnn0aj/i_made_love_to_my_married_interior_designer_who
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