I received a message one day after work on a popular BDSM site but didn’t read it right away. I was all out of small talk. But when I did…I was floored. Someone I knew and worked with at my last job had found me and decided to reach out. He’d been undressing me in his mind everytime he saw me for a year. During meetings, everytime we would stop for small talk, every casually friendly interaction….he admitted he was staring at my tits and wondering what else was under my business clothes. Now that he knew I was a slut he made his move.
Neither of us had much time, but a week later we pulled into the parking lot of a random dive bar, hopped in his backseat, and in full view of rush hour traffic, I gave him a taste of what he had been wanting.
We started in the front seat, making out, him nibbling my full pink lips. We soon moved to the backseat where he lifted my shirt to see my tits, pulling them out my bra and pulling one nipple into his mouth. His teeth tugged at my silver hoops, then his tongue would swirl around my nipple again before he switched.
His fingers found the hem of my skirt and pulled it up. I wasn’t wearing panties, just thigh highs and a garter belt. I had promised him easy access to wherever he wanted to touch. I was dripping wet even before his thumb found my clit and started small steady circles. Two fingers, one of them being his ring finger, slid inside me and started working my pussy open.
I was tight, and two was enough to have me bucking against him, moaning his name, promising to do anything he wanted. We would have fucked right there, but his backseat wasn’t the roomiest. He finger fucked me instead, telling me how long he’d been wanting this, how tight I was, occasionally leaning in to kiss me or flick his tongue over my nipples.
“Fuck I want your clit on my tongue”
I don’t know if it’s because I knew him and had never seen him like this, the fact his wedding ring was buried in my pussy, or all the build up from his other words, but his admission made me cum, hard.
He pulled away a bit and I immediately closed the distance, kissing him while I undid his pants, then getting on my knees on the seat to pull his cock into my mouth. The windows were well fogged up, but cars were still lined up in front of us. Knowing this, I kept going, feeling his head hit the back of my throat everytime I went down, swirling my tongue on his shaft as I went up. He’d waited so long, I would make it worth it.
He warned me before long that he was cumming and I kept going, taking him deeper down my throat, faster between my lips until he did. I slowed my pace and swallowed, his moans and curses letting me know he would be thinking of it long after.
I’m always oblivious to any interest people show me in my day to day life. I keep my slutty side so tightly wrapped I miss the hints. It makes me wonder how many other men have wanted to do this and more.
My heart is racing at the thought….
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qmahfi/i_fm_played_with_a_married_former_coworker_after
Would you consider a threesome with him and his wife ?