I (23F) let my married friend use all of my holes

Dominic often came over on the weekends. We’d been friends since high school, and he’d often come to play pool with my roommate, Charlie, who was also an old friend, her boyfriend, and I. On this night, Charlie was staying the weekend at her boyfriend’s apartment. Dom decided to come over anyway.

We were sat on the couch, taking shots of monster and vodka, smoking blunts, and watching whatever looked interesting on Netflix. He seemed especially tense this weekend though. “Alright… what’s going on?” I asked, putting my hand on his knee.

“It’s Chloe. I just can’t seem to make her happy. I bought her that house, but everything is wrong anyway.” He sighed. He was genuinely sad. “She’s been cold to me lately… like she can’t stand to be around me. She goes out a lot with her friends and doesn’t come home until late.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course it was her. The entitled bitch absolutely didn’t deserve him. “Look, Dom…” I placed my hand on his, “maybe it’s just the vodka, but I don’t think Chloe deserves anything that you’ve given her. She expects it instead of being grateful.”

I braced myself for his anger, but he just nodded slightly and stared at my lips. “I… I think you’re right…” he caressed my cheek with his thumb. I hadn’t had as many shots as he had (he likes to say I’m a light weight, but I’d rather just smoke most nights), so I knew the vodka could definitely have a hand in this. Did I care though? No.

I leaned in closer, a few inches from his lips. “Do you want me to show you what you deserve?” I asked, running my fingers through his thick blond hair and down his neck. He’d always been handsome to me, and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t fantasize about him sometimes during lonely nights.

He nodded eagerly and I wasted no time pulling his lips to mine. They were soft, and I moaned when his tongue filled my mouth. I playfully flicked at it with my own before taking his bottom lip between my teeth. He grunted and kissed me hard, tongue intertwining with my own. He pulled my pants down, followed by my panties. He broke the kiss to hastily remove my top and bra, but paused. “I’m sorry… we shouldn’t do this.” He pulled away and tried (I say that loosely) to avert his eyes.

“No, no. I want this,” I finished removing my clothes and pulled his hands back to me, placing them on my tits. “Please, Dom. I want you.” He stared at my naked body for a few moments, worrying me that he was about to stop. Instead, he pulled me back in to kiss me harder than before and pinched my nipples until I yelped.

I pulled his shirt off and he shuffled his pants and briefs off, a long and thick cock bouncing up from them. I dropped to my knees in front of him, greedily taking the tip of him in my mouth and wrapping my hand around his shaft. I licked and sucked on his tip before bobbing my head up and down his shaft, my hand following behind tightly. He groaned and slowly thrusted into my throat each time my lips rolled down. “Fuck, Daph… you’re good at this.” He moaned, gripping the back of my head to thrust deeper.

I came up for air, but continued to jerk him off with my hand, “did you really expect any less? Do you like how your best friend sucks your fat cock?” I leaned forward and licked his bottom lip. “I want you to fuck my face, then fuck my tight pussy, and finally…” I bit and sucked his bottom lip before continuing, “my tight little asshole.”

I licked underneath his shaft, down to his large balls. I played with them in my hand, before taking one in my mouth and then the other. I sucked lightly, continuing to jerk him off.

Dom was breathing hard and looking at me differently than he ever had. Hungrily, needful. He followed my lead when I got on my knees before him. I licked back up to his head and took him back into my mouth. He gripped the back of my head and thrusted into my mouth, slowly at first, then quicker.

I gagged but kept going until I coughed. When he pulled out, I licked and sucked on his tip and opened my throat to take him all the way in. He grunted and pulled my hair hard, “if you keep sucking my cock like that, I’ll cum down your throat and I don’t want that…” he pulled my head away with a grunt, like it took all of his self control, and pulled me to my feet. “You really are something, Daph…” he muttered as I continued to pump his cock in my hand.

I smiled, “if I’m honest… I’ve always wanted to show you this side of me. I’m glad I finally can.”

He pushed me onto my back on the cushions, got down on his knees in front of me and pulled my hips up. He pushed my legs wide apart and kissed up and down my right inner thigh, dragging his tongue across my clit and then kissing up my opposite thigh. I raised my hips up, eager to feel his hot tongue on me.

He chuckled and I watched him lick his middle finger before sliding it slooowly into my pussy. His finger was thick and I moaned desperately as he curled it inside of me and then pulled out. I think he knew how desperate I was getting because he started licking up and down my wet slit, teasing me. His tongue finally circled around my clit then gently flicked against me, forcing me to moan. I tensed when his lips closed around my clit, but he sucked gently, just enough to be pleasurable without it being overwhelming. He alternated between gently sucking or licking for a few minutes; I was so wet from his teasing.

He pulled away, leaving me panting and empty, “how do you like feeling my tongue on your hot, wet pussy, Daph?” His voice sent shivers through my body. His tone was different; passionate.

“I want more,” I pouted, batting my green eyes, “pleeeease.” I raised my hips towards his face.

He smiled at me and returned his finger to my pussy, then inserted a second. I moaned and ground my hips against his hand wantonly. “Please, Dom…” I moaned again.

“Please what?” He looked at me with a gleam in his eye.

“Please, please make me cum. Please eat my pussy until I’m screaming your name. I need you.” I had never felt desperation like this.

This was all he needed and he returned his lips to my clit. I could feel that familiar light pressure building in my core as his fingers curled inside of me. In and out, in and out. He sucked on my clit and within a few seconds, I was writhing against him. “I’m gonna cum…” I panted, arching my back and grinding my pussy against his mouth.

He sucked harder and I exploded. I very rarely scream, but I did then. I came down moaning his name, feeling disoriented.

“Oh… god. That was…” I looked over at him and smiled, “well, indescribable.”

He grinned at me and then licked one of the two fingers he’d fucked me with, “You taste so good…” He pushed the other finger into my mouth, and then added the second. I couldn’t help but moan. He pulled them out and slapped my cheek roughly with the same hand, “I can’t believe I had no idea you were such a fucking whore.”

I grinned, “Isn’t this what good friends do?” I crawled back down between his legs and licked up and down his cock, fondling his balls gently. I took him into my mouth, sucking his head before moving down his shaft. When he moaned, I stood back up and straddled him.

I rubbed his cock on my pussy and leaned down, kissing him lightly. “Are you ready to feel my tight pussy wrapped around your big cock, Dom?”

“You have no idea.” He leaned up and bit my nipple hard, making me yelp and distracting me from him gripping my hips and thrusting into me hard, forcing me to cry out. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, “You really are tight. Fuuuck.”

I grabbed his hands and held them down, taking control and bouncing up and down on his thick cock. He pulled his hands free and flipped me back onto my back. He stood up and pulled my hips up, sliding back into me slowly and rubbing circles around my clit.

He was able to fuck me so deeply that I almost couldn’t handle it and he knew it. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle my big cock wrapped around that tight pussy?” Dom laughed, using my words against me, and then leaned forward, pushing my shoulders deeper into the sofa seats. I cried out as he pumped in and out of me, but I knew he would always say I couldn’t handle it. I tried to arch or pull away, but he pulled me right back. I needed out of this position.

“Fuck me from behind,” I moaned, looking up at him behind heavy lashes, “Please, Dom…”

He grunted and pulled out, flipping me over. He pulled my hips back to his and I rubbed my ass against his dick, letting him graze my asshole. “Mm, you’re not ready for this yet, are you?” He asked, brushing his thumb over my asshole. “No, you’re not, but you will be.”

I reached between my legs and grabbed his cock, positioning him at my entrance then pushed back to the hilt. I bounced my hips off of his, feeling my big ass jiggle as I took him in and out. He brought one hand down onto one of my asscheeks hard, making me moan. Then the same with the other.

He returned his thumb to its earlier place and pushed it in to my ass slowly… I moaned loudly, loving the feeling of being filled in both holes. I moved my hands down between my legs to rub my clit, and within a minute I cried out my release as he fucked me harder into the couch, spanking me again and replacing his thumb with his index finger, and then his middle finger, then finally his third which I didn’t even notice.

I could barely focus on what all he was doing. It was ecstasy.

After a few minutes, he withdrew completely. He pulled me up by my hair to my feet and pulled me to the loveseat, pushing me back onto my knees. He gripped my hips, pulling them up so my ass was perched in the air. He spit a couple times into his palm and I soon felt the head of his thick cock pushing slowly into my asshole.

I pulled my ass further apart with my hands and groaned as he slid into me a little further with each small thrust. When he was finally all the way in, he fucked me slow as if savoring the feeling. I moaned into the loveseat, adjusting to the feeling. “Don’t get too used to this…” he grunted out, “I’m about to use you like the filthy whore you are.” I shivered at his words, I love being degraded during moments like this.

After a few moments, he pulled me back by my hair, fucking me relentlessly. I couldn’t control my cries as he used me roughly. I reached down between my legs and circled my clit with two fingers. He let go of my hair and instead, wrapped his fingers around my throat. I couldn’t control myself when he squeezed, and I let out another scream as I came. He threw me down onto my chest and continued to use my tight asshole, as I lay there recovering from undeniably one of the best orgasms of my life.

“Fuck, Daph…” he breathed heavily, “I’m about to cum!” I pushed my hips back so he slid all the way in. It was enough. He let out a loud groan, pushing me further into the loveseat as he released inside me.

We stayed like that for a minute, catching our breath. He slowly pulled out of me and walked towards the kitchen, coming back a few moments later with a towel. We helped each other clean off and sat back down on the couch.

He looked over at me, hesitantly. “Did that really just happen?” He asked.

I couldn’t help but smile, “Yes, Dom. You just fucked your best friend.”

He leaned back against the pillows, his hand over his eyes. “I cheated on Chloe… I don’t know what came over me…”

My smile didn’t fade. It may have been wrong, but I was enjoying the moment. The feeling of cum leaking out of me, and feeling like the dirty whore he’d said I was. Besides, Chloe wasn’t so innocent herself.

“Will you stop fucking smiling? This is serious, Daphne.” He grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. “Dom… I love you, you know that. I stand by what I said before; she doesn’t deserve you. I don’t feel bad for making you feel good.” I shrugged.

“I don’t know what to do….”

“Well, you’ve got two options,” I leaned back against the arm rest of the sofa and draped one leg on the floor while the other sat propped against the back of the couch, giving him a full view of everything he’d just fucked. “You can either tell her and go from there, or it can be just our little secret… and maybe we can do it again sometime.”

He stared at me, his eyes drifting from my face to my tits and then my pussy. “If I tell her, we can do it again without guilt.”

I laughed, “Yeah, I guess that’s an option too. Even though I kinda like that guilty feeling…” I raised the leg that’d rested on the floor and caressed his thigh with my foot.

“You just don’t like her.”

“I won’t lie, that’s true. You might wanna take a shower before you go… take some time to think about the best options,” I said, but to me it was clear which was the best one. “Then, when you’re ready, tell me what you want to do. We can keep this going, or we can go back to normal like nothing happened.” I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, “I hope you want to keep fucking me though. Just thinking about your hard cock in my ass is making me horny again.” I pulled away and stood up, I picked my clothes up from the floor and headed towards my bathroom to shower.

When I got out, he was gone. I fought the feeling of guilt, telling myself there was nothing wrong with pleasing him and myself. But it still ate at me, no matter how much I didn’t like Chloe.

I checked my phone and he’d texted: “I’m going to tell her. I think this was the push I needed.”

“You gave me the PUSH I needed too ;)” I replied, and then, “I know that was terrible. I couldn’t resist.”

I got into bed and thought about the nights events. The guilt was slowly fading.

Shortly after, Dominic separated from Chloe and asked her to move out. He had told her what happened, so one morning I woke up to a barrage of missed calls and texts from her calling me a whore, slut, cunt, bitch… all the average, unentertaining names. I blocked her and that was that.

Nothing changed between Dom and I, just that now we fuck every time he comes over or when I go to his place. Unless Charlie is with us, we can’t keep our hands off each other.

We know it’s not permanent, but we can enjoy it while it lasts…

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