How jealousy got me [F] to seduce and get fucked by my boyfriend’s best friend [M] [FM]

Disclaimers:

1) This is a story about cheating. If it’s against your morals, this is not the right post for you.

2) Secondly, English is not my mother tongue, so I apologize for any mistakes.

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I’ve been with my boyfriend Rob about four beautiful and satisfying years. We met at university studying the same subject — I noticed him during our first seminar together. He had the cutest freckles, a brainy yet sexy look and would ask the most interesting questions.
I wanted to get to know him so I gathered all my courage and approached him right after that first class. We grabbed a drink at the cafeteria and debated heavily on our favorite authors. We were fucking a couple hours later.

Actually, mildy put, we never stopped fucking nor talking eversince. We’re great together — most of our friends say they wish they had a relationship like ours.

Even years later, sex is as good as it ever was. He loves that I unbutton his pants at least once a day and suck him, fiercely, until he comes in my mouth. He considers himself lucky, but in reality, when you find such a great, attentive guy, believe me, you take good care of him.

Yet, when his best friend Cal invited us by his pool Saturday, along his new girlfriend, I felt tempted by someone else for the first time. I mean, I have eyes ; I’d always seen Cal for the gorgeous man he was, but until that day, I had never once desired him. Why would I? I had everything and more already.

I think it’s something about his younger girlfriend that got me off. He’d usually date girls our age (mid-late twenties), not for long, so we’d seen them going by over the years. This one, though, he seemed particularly enamored with. Maybe because she was so pretty, and tall. And young. I had always felt comfortable in my petite skin — but I had a thing for taller girls. It ranged from desire to jealousy. With Sophie, it was pure jealousy.

For the first time in my life, I saw myself getting older and I needed reassurance that I was still having it.

For a bit of context, this was not our first time by Cal’s pool: it was the usual summer spot for us, and I had often seen him eye me. This time, though, he only had eyes for his new girlfriend. Even though he did it discretely, I could tell my boyfriend was looking at her too. She noticed it as well, and she’d sometimes give me a smirk. She wanted me to feel envious of her. She succeeded.

The truth is, I never wanted to fuck Cal. I just wanted him to look at me like he had so many times before: I wanted to feel desired. So I did what seemed most reasonable at the time and when he said he’d bring some more fruits and cocktails, I offered to give him a hand. From the moment I entered the house, I repositionned my bikini so to give him a nicer view. It had all to be suggestive; as I said, I never intended to fuck him. I just wanted him to take a peak, silently as ever, but he wouldn’t look at me.

“So, how do you like Sophie so far?” he asked as he took some cocktail glasses from the cupboard, as he had his back to me.

“She’s definitely a looker. She seems to like you.” For the first, I noticed how well defined his back was. Years of swimming had definitely paid off.

“Oh yes, she is a gorgeous one. But she’s making me wait.”

“She’s what?” I asked, not sure I had understood.

“I said she’s making me wait. She says it’s too early for sex.”

“But it’s been weeks!” I said quickly. “Why is that?”

“I don’t know,” he answered, sighing. “I like her so I’m waiting.” After a brief pause, he added “I can’t wait”. He still wasn’t looking at me and I was having enough of being invisible.

“So how long has it been since you last had sex?” I asked.

“About two months,” he said as he finally turned around to face me.

“And how long does she plan to make you wait?”

“About another month or two…” I could tell he was tense. I could also tell he was horny, but for her. I was getting increasingly jealous of Sophie as I wasn’t getting any attention from him anymore. I mean, we had never flirted, but I always enjoyed seeing him peak at my v-necks or at my body when I was wearing swimwear. I work out a lot, so I take it as a positive feedback.

At this point, seeing his muscles, the veins on his arms and his defined jawline melted my brain. I forgot about my boyfriend. All I could see was the sex craved tall and sexy man in front of me who would not look at me the way I was looking at him.

I got closer to him, pushed the bottles of alcohol farther and put his hand on top of my breast. “Iris, what are you doing?” he whispered. He was looking now. At me, at my breast, at my lips. I could tell he was starting to have a hard-on. I remained silent, and with my other hand, I pushed the triangle of my bra aside, for him to get a good view. He was the stillest I’d ever seen him be. He wouldn’t move his hand. “Iris, what the fuck are you doing? I’ve been best friends with Rob for 20 years”.

Yet, I could finally see it, what I’d been longing for. There was burning desire in his eyes. He wanted me. He was looking at me like he never had before, with an irresistible wildness. I undid the knot at the top of my bra so he could see my beautiful breasts uncovered.

He grabbed my waist and brought me closer: “You little whore.” I could feel his hardness against my pubis. At this point, my boyfriend was but a long memory. I wanted Cal to fuck me with the same roughness he had grabbed me with. I wanted him deep inside me. I wanted him to hurt me, I wanted him to punish me for seducing him.

“Rob told me how good of a cocksucker you are. You’re going to show me now.” I obliged, brought his shorts down and was greeted my the most majestic cock I’d ever seen. It was thick and long and delicious looking. Rob was not bad endowed by any means — but Cal’s cock was entirely something else. It was almost the size of my forearm and I was wondering whether it could even fit inside me. These thoughts got me to feel my heart pumping inside my vagina. My body was begging for him to come deep inside me. But I now had a job.

I started by spitting some saliva on his dick and then gently stroked him with my hand. At the same time, I started licking his testicle more and more. I was loving his body and wanted him to know it. This blowjob had better be memorable.

“Iris, you fucking slut, you beautiful little slut, do you know many times I’ve dreamed about fucking you?”

I could not answer as he pushed his dick into my mouth. I could instantly tell how much bigger he was than Rob. There was hardly enough space for him inside me.

“You like that, right, Iris?” he asked. “I won’t face fuck you darling, you seem to be struggling enough as it is. Not used to such a big dick, are you?” I let out a little moan in response.

“You will suck me now, beautiful”.

I started focusing on sucking him while twirling my tongue around his penis. I could tell I was wetter than I had ever been. I gave him my best for a few minutes, watching him as he towered over me. I was discovering a new gaze of his, that of sexual hunger, and it felt addictive already. I could tell he was getting closer, until he pushed me away.

“This is good but it is not what I want. Sit on the chair. Now.”

I was disappointed to be interrupted so quickly but did as I was told. In reality, I knew he interrupted me because he did not want to cum already, but I always let a man save his dignity.

“You’ll suck my dick later. Now is my time to know. I need to know what you taste like, slut. Spread your legs for me, you cheating slut.” I loved the way he insulted me, humiliating me for how badly I was behaving. I obeyed and sat on the chair, he pulled me closer to the edge, pushed my panties aside, and started licking me. I let out a little scream of pleasure and he stopped.

“Are you dumb? You fucking whore, I need you to be silent.”

“Does it taste good?” I asked, playfully.

“Even better than Rob’s description. Now you be silent,” he said, as he stuffed my panties inside my mouth. And he started licking me again, fucking me with his tongue. “How could I be mad at you, when you look and taste like heaven?”. He’d lightly bite my clit and ask “Do you like that?” and I’d nod, as if my life depended on it. He kept biting and licking me, drinking my every juices, until he said:

“I wish I had hours to spend on you but we need to go back now.” He marked a pause and added “I won’t let you go until I have fucked you silly, do you understand?” Cal and I had always got on great and I was loving this new side of him.

“Yes Cal, I understand,” I tried to say.

“It’s Sir,” he corrected me.

“Yes Sir,” I said.

I laid down on the cold tiles, patiently waiting for my next order. 

He laid on top of me, and positioned his penis right at my entrance “you are the Devil, Iris, but I want you more than anything right now” he said as he started sliding into me. He felt enormous. Although I was as wet as I could be, his size hurt a bit as he entered me. I was thankful to still have the panties inside my mouth, otherwise I’d have let out too loud of a scream.

Cal took the panties from my mouth: “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen”. He pushed his tongue against mine, letting them dance together, as he pounded me faster and faster, enlargening my insides. He was so big that it felt as if he was getting to my navel. At this moment, I knew no smaller dick would live up to his. I felt filled. It was freeing, exciting, raw and it was making me crazy.

Every one of his moves brought me closer to orgasming as his soft skin caressed mine. I loved how heavy he felt on top of me, how far his dick reached and how small it made me feel. He hadn’t been fucking me for long when he said “Iris, I’m so close, cum with me”. At this precise moment, I felt all the happiness waves scrolling through my body, the whole of me shivering. We did not stop kissing for a minute or two until we both needed to catch our breaths.

“Fuck” he said. “This is the most intense sex I ever had.”

“I hope you will fuck me again”.

“I will beautiful, believe me I will. Properly this time.”

The weight of reality then hit me. I was trying really hard not to think of what my betrayal meant: “We need to get back. Take care of the fruits and I’ll handle the cocktails”.

“The only thing I want to take care of is you,” he responded, kissing my neck.

“Not now, we’ve got to go back.”

When we returned by the pool, my boyfriend and Sophie were having a heated discussion. It vaguely reminded me of our beginnings, but I could not care less. At least, they seemed oblivious to what had gone on in the kitchen. My vagina was still throbbing for Cal. I wondered if that feeling would ever stop.

Still, I sat on top of Rob and gave him a strawberry directly in the mouth. “Does it taste good?” I asked. “Very,” he answered, caressing my haunches.

Sophie, on the other hand, greeted Rob by kissing him.

“Look at how cute they are,” I said. I no longer felt jealous.

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