Mutual Masturbation Fantasy Played out with [M] y Married [F] riend

A few months ago I found myself back in my hometown to visit family for the first time since the beginning of the pandemic. I messaged a few different friends before I arrived letting them know I’d be there for at least a few days and seeing if anyone wanting to hang out. My friend Amanda (not her real name) who I had known since middle school responded that she had been “Dying to get out of the house for a drink.”

Her and I had always flirted but things had never physically gone beyond your typical drunken make out session because one of us had always had a significant other. We had been close though, like really close, like mutual friends were surprised we never got married kind of close. Anyway, she got pregnant and then married followed closely by the pandemic and me moving away so we had definitely drifted apart the last 3 or 4 years. Still, it was exciting to think I was going to see her again.

We arranged to meet at the pub we had been going to since just after high school, each of us messaging a few other people that 15 years ago would have been there in a heartbeat. Turns out its really hard to arrange a night out when everyone is married with kids so it would just be the two of us.

Amanda and I drank beers and shared nachos laughing about old stories, some of which only one of us remembered making it all the more fun. Then seemingly out of no where the conversation turned sexual, “Remember when I tried to get you to cheat on Emma right over there?” She asked pointing to a booth in the corner.

Of course I remembered, Amanda’s boyfriend had just broken up with her and she was holding my hand when she asked if I would come back to her parents place with her that night despite the fact that I had a girlfriend. We must have been 25 or 26, so about 10 years ago at this point.

“Yeah I remember…” I assured her sipping my beer and trying to decide why she had brought that up.

“I wanted you so bad that night… do you remember what you said to me?”

I paused, again, of course I did, “I said if I wasn’t with Emma I would pin you down and fuck the shit out of you.” I said it exactly like I had that night to which Amanda groaned a little but said nothing as the waitress brought two more beers.

The level of eye contact and sexual tension was off the charts at this point, “Mandy… I have a girlfriend…” and I was about to add that she had a husband when she cut me off.

“I know, its just fun to think back. Is it pathetic that sometimes I get off to that?”

I shook my head no, not sure how to guide us back to a normal conversation after that. Turns out she wasn’t going to let me, “Do you ever fantasize about me?”

I scoffed and bit my lower lip, fuck yes I did, even at this point in our lives I thought about her constantly but how do you explain that?

“I mean… I have a fantasy that’s all about you.” I answered honestly.

She smiled for the first time during this unexpectedly intense conversation, “You have to tell me, I need to know.”

“Well, it doesn’t involve you back then… it involves you now,” I started to explain but then saw her face change, “No, its not what you think… I don’t know if it would even really be cheating. It’d be pretty fucking wrong though.” I added with a laugh.

“Alright I’m intrigued, do we need a shot or are you going to tell me what happens?” she asked before laughing at my nervousness.

“You’re driving, no shots for you.”

“Aww please, can’t a married mom have a little fun.” The tone in her voice drove me crazy.

“Do you want to hear this or not?” I asked laughing as she made puppy dog eyes at me.

“Hmmm… fuck yes.”

“Okay so sometimes when I think about you I think about doing something with you where we don’t quite touch each other to avoid the guilt and label of cheating.”

“That was the least specific fantasy I’ve ever heard,” She groaned biting her lip adorably, “Tell me what happens!”

“Ssshh keep your voice down!” I hissed back at her, “Alright fine… fuck… okay…”

“Tell me.” She demanded grabbing my hand.

“Basically, it just involves you… masturbating in front of me… while I jerk off to you.” I explained as quietly as possible while still loud enough for her to hear me across the table that we were both slightly leaning over.

I could tell she was picturing it, “Are we both completely naked?” She asked lowering the volume of her voice as she looked at my hand and ran her fingers over a scar.

“No… we’d both be almost completely clothed but your pants and panties would be around your thighs and when I was ready… fuck I can’t believe I’m telling you this… I’d cum on your pussy and into your panties.”

She went quiet for what seemed like a long time but was probably like 15 seconds, “Would there be rules?”

“What do you mean?” I asked even though I knew exactly where she was going with this.

“I mean, like, no touching? No kissing then either? You just finish on me?”

“Yeah… I didn’t say it wasn’t fucked up.”

“Where did you come up with that?”

“I saw it on pornhub… it was a couple but it seemed hot to me that it could be two people that were in other relationships but who couldn’t resist each other… so then… naturally, I thought of you.” I explained being completely honest about my fantasy.

Amanda nodded but got a lot quieter after that. I was a bit annoyed since she had kind of dragged it out of me and now I felt like a pervert. After the bar I convinced her to leave her car there and Uber home. She protested that she wasn’t drunk but I told her I’d worry about her all night if she drove. There was an awkward moment before she got in the car where I don’t think either of us knew how to say goodbye especially after our sexually charged conversation.

When I got back to my hotel after taking a local taxi I wanted a drink from the bar but they were still doing short hours because of the pandemic. I headed upstairs to my room feeling a little sober and a lot sexually frustrated. I plugged my phone into the charger on the desk and started to strip down, planning on having a shower when a notification went off.

“What’s your room number?” Amanda had texted. This was about 20 minutes after we had left each other outside the bar.

“608.” I typed back. I obviously thought about adding why, but I knew why, I knew she was there, I knew she going to come up, it had been too long, too much flirting, too much sexual tension.

A minute or two later there was a soft knock at my door. I opened it with a “Hey” wearing just a pair of grey sweats and a black t-shirt I usually slept in. She walked into the room a few feet and then turned around to face me standing in front of the open bathroom door. I thought she was going to kiss me and as crazy as it sounds, at this point I think I still would have stopped her but instead she threw her coat on the desk and said the hottest thing she possibly could have.

“Where should I stand.”

I swallowed hard and stared at her, she was breathing a little fast, “Right there.” I answered stepping so close to her I could smell her perfume. She played with the top button of her jeans and bit her lip looking down at the waist band of my sweats. I think we were both going crazy at the idea of not being able to touch each other. I pulled my waist band down to my thighs and because I wasn’t wearing boxers my hard cock bounced after being freed.

“Mmm… fuck…” She whined as she unbuttoned the top of her jeans and then unzipped her fly so she could shimmy them down to her thighs. The panties she revealed were baby blue and I could tell she had shaved. She slid her hand between her stomach and the top of her panties and let out the sexiest little groan before asking, “Do you want to see my pussy?”

I nodded while slowly stroking my throbbing cock directly between us, the head only inches from her stomach. Instead of taking them off she just slide her hand down again before taking it out and lifting it up in front of my face. I could immediately smell her pussy on her fingers, “Oh fuck, please pull them down.” I groaned.

Doing as I asked she pulled the blue panties down to her thighs just above where her jeans sat and revealed her freshly shaved mound, “I went home and shaved for you.”

I started to stroke a little faster, my heavy balls swinging beneath my pinky finger while she started to rub her pussy just below the clit. We were standing so close to each other that I could hear how wet she was as she used two fingers to rub between her puffy lips. I honestly could have cum at any time but wanted to prolong this as much as possible so controlled my pace more than I might have if I was just trying to get off.

Eventually while the two of us masturbated in front of each other she started to tease me, “Is this what you wanted?” she asked leaning the top of her body towards me so that when she spoke I could feel her breath on my ear, “You wanted to jerk your big dick off to my bald pussy?”

I nodded and growled back “Oh fuck yes Mandy… rub your pussy for me, show me how wet I made you.”

She let out a whiney moan, her eyes fixed on my throbbing shaft as I jerked off for her “I fucking want it so bad… I want to know I made you cum.”

“I’m so close.” I warned her as I could honestly have picked up the pace at any point now and finshed.

“Do it then, cum on my pussy… cum in my married panties and send me home… make a mess!” she whined and it was all the encouragement I needed. I clenched my hand around the base of my shaft and adjusted the angle so that my cock head was a pubic hair away from her fingers and pussy lips when I started to cum. The first rope of hit her right between the two fingers she was using to furiously rub her clit. The next few spurts hit her slit just below that and then I adjusted my aim lower and drained the rest of my balls into the crotch of her panties turning them a darker shade of blue.

“Talk dirty… quick… Tell me!” she groaned as she got closer to her own orgasm.

“That’s it, rub my cum against your married cunt, I want to send you back to you husband wearing panties full of my seed.” I growled at her.

Without warning she broke the unofficial rules by wrapping her other hand around my still hard cock and used my dripping head to rub against her clit. She let out a little stammered moan and then tapped the tip of my cock against her pussy a few times before pressing it hard against her clit and keeping me there while grinding against it, “Fuck…” was all she could whine as her face went flush and her legs went a little weak. She tilted her head back and blinked her eyes a few times before releasing my cock. Both of us couldn’t help but stare at the mess we had made of each other. Her bald pussy was slowly dripping my cum down into the puddle that had formed in her panties. It had been a huge load. Both of us caught our breath without saying anything and then she did exactly what I wanted her to do and pulled the cum soaked panties up over her pussy. She gave me a devilish little smile before pulling up her jeans and grabbing her coat. Without saying anything else she walked out of my hotel room leaving me standing there with my cock going limp over the waist band of my grey sweats.

We texted the next day as if nothing had happened and nothing had changed between us.

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