When I [F] let my frenemy’s husband fuck me

When I was in college, I had a frenemy that was just the kind of girl that I had learned to hate in high school. (It was her wedding that I was attending in Bridesmaid Blowjobs.) I don’t want to utter her real name, so let’s call her Megan. (They always had cute, perky names like Megan or Kristen or Nicole.) Megan was a blonde with blue eyes, tall and slender with long legs, firm breasts and a perfect tight butt. Megan knew that she was gorgeous and that everyone turned and stared at her when she entered the room. Moreover, Megan seemed to have all the personal character traits-charm, grace, poise-that I felt I lacked. Girls like her made me feel awkward, clumsy, and dull.

I was surprised when Megan latched onto me to be her “friend”. I think it was partially because we had a lot of classes together as we were enrolled in the same degree program (graphic design). Megan was not that smart but she figured out that she could lean on me to help her with her assignments. Also, I think she really thought that she was doing me a favor by letting me be her friend. “Oh look at my little friend Susan,” I imagine her thinking. “Isn’t she kinda cute?” She saw my role was to orbit around her, like a lady-in-waiting for a princess.

She invited me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding soon after we both graduated from college. I could tell that she was upset that day, on the edge of tears, which inwardly pleased me. Anything that punctured her sphere of smug happiness brought me pleasure. Her new husband-I’ll call him Dan-was a hotshot lawyer, handsome, successful, a rising star. He was hot, though I thought he couldn’t be too smart if he couldn’t see through Megan’s game. (But many men lose their minds for girls like her.)

Megan and Dan set up their household in an apartment in the same general area where I lived, and I occasionally saw them around dining or shopping. I was invited to their New Years Eve party, where I watched them while nursing my drink. She was drunk and too loud while he looked morose and lost.

One Friday afternoon in June, about a year after their wedding, I was ducking into a coffee shop to grab a cup on my way back to my place when I saw Dan waiting in line. “Hi.” I said to him, trying to be perky. “Oh, hi,” he replied with a forced, weak smile. As we chatted waiting in line, I could tell that he was distracted but putting on a brave front. After we got our coffee, we stood to one side and, looking into his eyes, I said in my most sincere tone “You seem a little upset. Are you ok?” He paused, looked away, then looked back at me, sighing “Oh, Megan and I are…I don’t know. I know you’re her friend but …sometimes it’s just hard, you know.” I touched his arm and said “I’m sorry, is there anything I can do to help?” He looked at me and started to say something but stopped himself. I saw my chance and leaped “Listen, it’s so noisy here. Would you like to talk? My place is not far from here.” I said, moving my fingers along his sleeve.

I imagined that I could hear what was going on in his head as he looked at me. He was thinking “She wants me to go with her to her apartment. If I do she’s going to let me fuck her. She wants me to fuck her. And, god, right now, I want to fuck her so bad.” “OK,” he said, looking directly into my eyes. “I’d like that.” We walked quickly and silently back to my apartment. I could feel the sexual tension between us. God, I wanted him to fuck me so much.

When we got inside my apartment, we sat facing each other on the sofa. “So how is Megan?” I asked innocently. “She’s…ok,” he replied tensely. “Are you guys having problems?” I asked. “You know,” he said, “Sometimes…sometimes people want different things.” “Like what?” I asked. He started to speak but stopped, just sighing instead. Putting my hand on top of his, I asked “If I can be so bold, is it…sex?” I had said the magic word. He sighed deeply, nodding and saying “Yes, yes.” “You can talk to me about it,” I reassured him. “Sometimes a woman can understand. What’s the problem?” “We like…different things,” he said. “I understand,” I said. “You want something that she doesn’t. It’s something that you want very badly, right.” “Yes,” he replied quickly. “Tell me” I said, squeezing his arm. “She doesn’t like…oral,” he said sadly. I felt bold. “You want her to suck your cock, don’t you?” I said, looking directly into his eyes. All he could do was nod yes. Here was my chance. “Well today’s your lucky day,” said, putting my hand in his lap and feeling his cock through the fabric. “Because I love to suck cock.”

I unzipped his pants, put my hand in and pulled out his cock. Leaning over, I put my lips on the head of his cock and started running my tongue around the ridge. He moaned, a deep moan of relief, as I started slurping on his cock with my wet lips while stroking the shaft with my hand. “Oh god!” he said loudly. “Yes, that’s it, yes, suck me, suck my cock!” His cock was quickly getting rock hard in my mouth as I slurped and stroked it.

I popped his cock out and said “Wait.” Standing up before him on the sofa, I reached back to unfasten my dress. I was wearing a short crepe green backless summer dress and, when I unfastened the halter around my neck, the bodice dropped and my breasts fell open. I pushed the dress down over my hips to the floor, then slid my green polka-dot lace thong panties down until I was wearing nothing but my strappy, high-heel summer sandals. I put my hands behind my head and unfastened my hair tie, letting my soft, auburn hair fall free over my shoulders. I let him feast his eyes on my 34-C breasts and my smoothly shaved naked pussy. “You like?” I asked. “Oh my god yes!” he said. “I’ve always wanted you, ever since that day at the wedding.” A thrill lifted my heart and I giggled, “Well you’ve got me now, baby. I’m all yours.”

I got down on my knees on the floor between his legs as he sat on the sofa. “Let’s get you comfortable first, ok?” I said, unbuttoning his shirt. I helped him get his shirt and undershirt off. I ran my fingertips across his broad pectorals and down his firm belly and began to unfasten his pants, tugging them and his shorts off in one motion. His cock sprang free. Like his younger brother’s cock (that I had sucked in Bridesmaid Blowjobs), his cock had that large, mushroom shaped head and thick veins running it’s length. I held the base of his cock with my left hand while I stroked the shaft with my right. He was almost fully hard and erect now. I looked directly into his eyes, smiled and said softly “I love it.” I then leaned down and started flicking my soft, wet tongue around the ridge of his mushroom shaped glans. I flicked my tongue rapidly on his frenulum, which caused him to moan “Oh god.”

I took the head of his cock between my soft lips and began slobbering over it while stroking the shaft with my left hand. With my right hand, I reached down between my legs to finger my clit. I bobbed my head up and down, feeling the prominent ridge of his cock’s head slide back and forth between my lips. I ran my tongue around the head with it in my mouth. My mouth was making loud slurping sounds as my spit gushed down his shaft as I stroked it. He moaned and I was moaning too, because it felt so good to have his cock in my mouth and because my clit was getting swollen from my fingering.

I took a quick break, popping his cock out of my mouth. I looked directly into his eyes, smiling. I could tell that he couldn’t believe this was happening. I ran my tongue down the length of the underside of his cock, from his frenulum to his balls. I licked his balls and gently took each one in my mouth and sucked it while I stoked his shaft.

Coming back up, I decided it was time to give him a special treat. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, stuck out my tongue, and slowly forced his cock deep into my mouth, past my epiglottis and all the way down my throat until my lips were pressed against his pubic bush. “Fuck!” I heard him say. After a few moments, I slid his cock back out and I gasped for air. I giggled and asked him “Does she ever do that for you?” “Oh my god, no,” he said “she’d never do that, never in a million years.” I smiled and then repeated it, taking his cock all the way down my throat. I bobbed my head up and down a little as my throat made “glug, glug, glug” sounds. Tears were running from my eyes and snot from my nose. I was furiously fingering my clit and I felt like I might cum right then. With a loud retching sound, I popped his cock out of my throat. Thick ropes of the creamy mucus from my throat were hanging from his cock to my lips as I gasped for air. “Oh my fucking god!” he said. “I’ve never had a girl do that before.” “Really?” I replied. “Well, I’m a special girl, you know.”

He cupped his hand against the side of my head and began running his fingers through my hair. “I want to fuck you so much.” he said. I giggled “Well, you can.” I climbed on top of him sitting on the sofa. Positioning myself over him, I grasped his hard cock with my left hand and slowly lowered my hips, sliding him into my wet pussy, moaning as he entered me. God, it felt so fucking good as his big cock stretched my pussy open and filled me up. Even though I’d been fucked hundreds and hundreds of times by then, every time a hard cock slid into my pussy, it felt as unexpectedly wonderful as the first time. Could anything else in the universe ever feel so good, so thrilling?

I started moving my hips up and down slowly, savoring the delicious sensation of his big, hard cock sliding deep into my wet, warm vagina, spreading me open, rippling my inner walls, filling me full. I leaned forward and we kissed, tongues intertwining, our panting breaths becoming one. I raised up slightly, arching my back, and cupped my breasts with my hands, lifting them and feeding them to him. He sucked my hard, erect nipples and circled his tongue around my large, pink areolas. Reaching down with my right hand, I started rubbing my swollen clit between my index and middle fingers, stroking myself as I rode him. With my fingertips, I could feel his hard cock sliding in and out of my fuck hole. I moved my hips up and down quicker and faster, my ass cheeks slapping against his thighs as his cock plunged deeper and deeper into my pussy. I moaned and buried my face against his neck, moaning and gasping as I rode him harder and harder. God, it was so fucking good! I felt a wave building deep in my loins, cresting higher and higher until it crashed as I gasped and cried out and my body trembled. With my fingers I could feel my juices gushing out over his cock. Oh jesus fucking christ!

I held his neck tight in my arms, my face buried against his shoulder, as my orgasm subsided in ever diminishing ripples. I kissed his mouth again hungrily while I panted. “Oh my god!!!” I groaned. “Oh my fucking god that was so good. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and began kissing my neck. “God, baby,” I whimpered, “you fuck so good, I love it when fuck me with your big hard cock.”

After a few minutes, when my heart had stopped pounding, I looked into his eyes. “I want to give you something special. What would you like, baby?” He started to say something but paused. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” I whispered.” Do you want to cum in my mouth?” “Yes, please!” he said desperately. I giggled and said “You don’t have to say please, baby. I love your cock and I want your cum so much, to taste it and swallow it and make it part of me. Does she ever do that for you, baby?” “Never,” he replied, closing his eyes and shaking his head. I could feel the frustration and hunger in his voice.

I kissed him gently on the lips and then slid down his body until I was kneeling on the floor between his legs as he sat on the sofa. I sensed that he was not far from cumming but I didn’t want it to be too quick, I wanted him to savor the pleasure. I worked slowly, at first just licking the length of his cock, flicking my tongue up and down the shaft. I then started gently sucking on the swollen head of his cock while slowly stroking him with my hand. All the while I kept making eye contact with him to show him how much I loved his cock. I would suck and stroke him until I felt he was getting close, when his breathing became shallow and rapid and his body would tense, then I would back off, returning to just licking his cock, letting him enjoy the beauty of a pretty young girl who worshiped his cock and wanted it more that anything in the world. I kept teasing him up and down, sucking and stroking, then licking, then sucking and stroking again, until I could tell he was straining, like a climber scaling a sheer rock cliff, struggling to make it to the top. Just when I sensed that he couldn’t take it anymore, I suddenly picked up my pace, stroking his shaft hard with a twisting motion as my mouth bobbed up and down quickly on his mushroom head. His body tensed and trembled, he groaned deeply, and he exploded, his cock pulsating as he pumped glob after glob of his warm, thick, creamy cum into my mouth. I moaned in delight. It must have been a long time since he had last cum, because his cock kept spasming as he filled my mouth, eight, ten, twelve, and more pulses pumping multiple loads, filling my mouth with his delicious cream.

Finally, he sighed deeply and his body relaxed. I continued to hold his cock in my mouth for several long moments, then slowly slid him past my lips and out. Opening my mouth, I showed him his full load of cum, thick and white and creamy in my mouth, I looked him directly in the eyes as I played with his cream with my tongue, just to let know how much I loved it. Then, shutting my eyes tight, I swallowed all his cum down in one gulp, opening my mouth again to show him that it was all gone. I stuck out my tongue and licked up the last drops of cum that were dribbling from his hole, then licked my lips like I had just enjoyed the most delicious, creamy treat in the world.

Dan looked stunned, as if he was waking from a wonderful dream. I smiled at him and giggled a little, then I climbed up on top of him, straddling his body. I leaned forward and started to give him an open-mouthed kiss. He looked surprised and drew back, but I put my hand behind his neck and drew him close, kissing him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, hoping he could taste his own cum.

Just then, his phone rang loudly, shattering the mood of the room. We both flinched. Dan slid over and fished his phone out of his pant’s pockets, “Hello? Oh, hi.” I could tell from his tone that it was his wife. He paused and then said “Oh, I’m just finishing up a meeting with a client.” This caused me to snort with laughter and he glared at me, irritated. “No, I’m done for the day.” he told her, then a pause as he listened. I nuzzled into his neck, flicking my tongue over his ears. He tried to push me away. “OK, do you want me to meet you there or come home and we’ll go together? Ok, I’ll see you soon.” and then a clipped “Bye.”

“Jesus christ!” I laughed. “ ‘Meeting with a client.’” I said, imitating his voice. He looked at me, sighed, shook his head, and said “I’ve got to go.” “What about me?” I whined. “Aren’t you going to reward me by taking me out to dinner?” A look of panic crossed his face. “Just kidding!” I snickered. “Go ahead, I know you have to go to your little wifey.” He was hurriedly getting dressed, but he stopped and looked at me, lounging back naked on the sofa. For a moment he ran his eyes over my body. “Listen….” he started, but I interrupted him. “Really” I said, “It’s OK, I’m just giving you a hard time. I don’t expect anything more. We had fun and that’s enough.” He was dressed now and headed for the door. He paused and said “Listen, ah, I’ll text you, ok?” “Sure,” I replied, “anytime you want, anything you want, I’ll be waiting.” He looked at me, unsure what I really meant, and then quickly went out the door. I spent the rest of the evening lounging naked around my place, snacking and watching Netflix.

Dan texted me the next day. “Sorry I left so quickly. I’ll call you Monday OK?” “OK,” I replied. He did call me on Monday, and Monday afternoon he came over to my place and we fucked again. After that, we saw each other about once a week or so. Sometimes he came to my place and fucked me. Sometimes he just picked me up in his car at lunchtime and I gave him a quick blowjob. I really didn’t want anything more from him. I liked his cock but I didn’t really like him that much and I had other guys to play with as well, so I didn’t need him. It was fun but that’s all.

I sometimes fantasized about his wife finding out about us. I imagined her shock as her perfect little world was shattered, to say to her “see, he really wants me, not you.” A few weeks after our first time together, I saw them both at a 4th of July party. I kept my distance except when I briefly said hello and kissed them each on the cheek. Dan looked very anxious and she looked bubbly but clueless. I just smiled, happy in my secret knowledge. I didn’t really want her to know because I feared, if they broke up, he’d latch onto me, which was the last thing I wanted.

Dan and I continued to fuck regularly over the next two years until a new job took them away. Actually that was a relief for me. I was tiring of him and was ready to move on.

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