(My first story, please be nice ?)
A little back story: I have a friend, who I’d always fantasized about fucking. We’ve known each other a long time, but hadn’t seen each other in person in years. Online flirting, exchanging dirty pictures and stories happened, but we never got the chance to hook up. Over the years, we dated other people, and I eventually got married. After a few years married, my sex life had gotten bland and boring, so I began looking for other avenues. I never dreamed of cheating on my husband, but fingered myself frequently to porn and erotic stories.
My friend and I recently reconnected and again, I shamelessly flirted even though I was married, careful to behave just enough. But I had always fantasized about fucking him. As time progressed, we talked more in depth about our pasts and fantasies. It got to a point where he knew more about my past sexual adventures than my husband. I almost always ended up fingering my pussy during and after our conversations. I was always afraid of crossing the line, but the fantasizing about fucking him got more and more frequent.
One of my fantasies:
I went to visit friends of mine without my husband. To my surprise when I walked through the door, he was there. When I asked what he was doing there, he said he was invited by my friends husband. Because we had so many mutual friends, and have known each other so long, I thought nothing of it.
The plan was for a small BBQ/Sunday funday. The alcohol flowed, and my hesitancy to get too close to him slowly disappeared. We played yard games, lounged around in their backyard, having a great time. After it began to get dark, we all relaxed in their living room. Feeling a buzz, I made sure to sit on the couch right next to him, “accidentally” touching his upper thigh. That brief touch was electric. I instantly got wet thinking about his hands on me. The alcohol had gotten to my head a little bit, but I knew I couldn’t make any moves there, because my friends knew my husband as well. After sitting a bit too close for a while with us both “accidentally” finding reasons to touch each other, I got up to get some water to clear my head. He followed me into the kitchen, where we were by ourselves, and pulled me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues intertwined and every part of me was trembling. I knew I had to break the kiss, or I would have ended up fucking him on the kitchen floor. I reluctantly stopped, and whispered that we needed to leave, but separately, to not raise any eye brows. He nodded, looked around, then slid his hand under my shorts to tease my clit and slid a finger between my folds to feel how soaked I was. His eyes practically rolled. He rubbed my clit like a pro. Between the danger of getting caught, and his expert fingers, I shook to an orgasm quickly. He smiled, sucked his finger, and whispered in my ear that I tasted delicious. He told me he’d text me his address and to meet him there in 30. He turned to leave, leaving me dripping wet in their kitchen completely breathless…
…To be continued in another post.
Let me know if you want more…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j9bm81/married_but_fantasized_about_fucking_a_friend_mf