[FM] My Best Friend’s Dad Felt Guilty About Fucking Me, So I Went To His House and Fucked Him Again

The first part of this story is [right here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vxint5/fm_i_fucked_my_best_friends_dad/). But you don’t necessarily need to read it to know what’s going on.

Also–this story involves having sex with a married man. If that isn’t your cup of tea, I suggest you not read it.

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I took a nap after my roommate’s Dad left. When I woke back up it was night time.

I sat up in bed and smiled as I remembered the events of the day. Mr. Johnson had been practically insatiable, fucking me for hours before he finally managed to pull himself away.

I had wanted Becca’s dad for so long— since high school. And it finally happened. I felt so happy.

Then I looked at my phone. It was a text message from Steve–Mr. Johnson. He felt guilty. He was married, he said, and he loved his wife. He said he just lost control and gave in to my advances.

He gave in alright. Repeatedly.

My mind started to wander, thinking about all the implications of sleeping with my best friend’s married father.

I made my way to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all messed up and I looked like a slut that just gotten the ever living shit fucked out of her. “A slut fucked by her best friend’s Dad,” I thought to myself.

I decided not to text Mr. Johnson back just yet and instead stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded down my body, waking me up and rejuvenating me. I think I got all of Mr. Johnson’s spermies out of my pussy, but I was a little sad about it, since it seemed like it wouldn’t ever happen again.

I dried myself off and pulled on my robe. I opened my bedroom door and smelled the aroma of coffee. I walked into the kitchen to find my roommate, Becca, still in her scrubs with a mug in her hands. She looked tired, and I wondered why she was drinking coffee instead of just going to bed after a 12-hour shift.

“You had sex!” Becca sang cheerfully as she noticed me standing in the doorway. She walked over to me handing me a mug.

“What are you talking about?” I replied.

“Girl, come on!? It wreaked of sex when I got home, so when I heard you in the shower I made some coffee to keep me awake so you could tell me all about it when you got out.” Becca said.

“Damn,” I thought. I hadn’t thought about that.

“Ugh, fine!” I took the mug hastily and put it down on the table. “I’ll talk. But I’m going to need wine, not coffee.”

Becca grabbed a bottle and a glass and poured me a healthy amount, and then pulled out a chair and sat sipping her coffee. I sat too and took a healthy sip of wine from my glass.

“OK.” I began. “What would you like to know?”

“Well, was it good?” Becca exclaimed. “Who was it?”

“Oh, his name isn’t important, just some guy I found, nothing serious. But yeah, the sex was really good.” I admitted. “We did it on my bed first, then in here, then—”

“Wait wait wait, you fucked in here?”

I nodded.

“K, you’re scrubbing down every surface in here tomorrow, but go on.”

“Right, then we fucked on the couch, and then in bed again.” I didn’t tell her that it was her bed we fucked in last, but made a mental note to spray some Fabreeze in her room before she went to bed. I had already changed her sheets, but didn’t think about the smell in the air.

“Four times? Holy shit, Lexy! This guy went four times?” Becca commented. “So when are you going to see him again?”

“Oh, well, I don’t know. The sex was great, but I’m just not sure it would work.” I said softly. “God, it was good though, like, sooooo good. But, uh, I did something I shouldn’t have.”

“Uh oh, what did you do?” Becca said strongly, relishing in the drama. Her hands clasping the mug as she brought it up to her lips. “No. Let me guess. Butt stuff!?”

“Haha, no. No butt stuff. He- He is married.” I confessed.

“Oh my God, you little homewrecker!” Becca exclaimed.

“I know, I know. But he was cute, and well it was clear he wasn’t getting what he needed at home. So I just helped him out a bit.” I felt a flutter inside me as I thought back just a few hours to her Dad railing me with his meant over the very table we were sitting at.

“Sounds like you helped him more than a bit, you little slut,” Becca teased. My glass was almost gone and Becca had finished her coffee.

“So, yeah. That’s it. Sorry about the smell.”

“Hey, we both know I haven’t gotten any lately. I’m just glad I can live vicariously through you!” Becca smiled.

“Did I say it was good? Because it was good, Bec.”

“You may have mentioned it.” Becca answered. “God, it’s too bad he’s married. Because I haven’t had dick in months, and sounds like a guy I wouldn’t mind being your Eskimo sister for.”

I nearly spit out my wine, but caught it and gulped it down instead.

“Becca!” I said, trying to hide my smile.

“I’m just saying!”

“Well, like I said,” I started. “Given his . . . circumstances, I don’t think it’s gonna happen again.”

“Okay, Lex. We can leave it at that.” Becca got up, taking my now empty glass of wine to the sink with a grin.

I got up, grabbed some spray from the closet and ran to cover up the smell.

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One month passed without hearing from Mr. Johnson again. I had never texted him back.

I tried to forget about us fucking for hours all over the apartment I shared with his daughter, but no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept returning back to that day of kissing, humping, and orgasms. I would often daydream at work and I would get home with a soaking wet pussy and have to take care of it.

I tried fucking other guys too, and that worked for a spell. But every time Becca would mention her dad or I would think of him, my stomach would flutter. I stalked him on social media. I’m sure I sound crazy. I swear I’m not.

This went on until I thought, “screw it. I don’t care anymore! I want to fuck him again. He made me feel so good and I wanted to feel it again, even just once so I could get it out of my system. He got to say it was over without any closure on my end.

I was not only going to fuck my best friend’s dad again, but this time I was going to his house.

I raced upstairs and opened my lingerie drawer. I picked out a black lacy cupless bra, and matching lacy crotchless panties — that left nothing to the imagination. I touched up my makeup and removed my bra and panties. I put on the lingerie and did a mirror check to make sure it looked good.

I picked up my phone, took a deep breath and texted Steve Johnson.

“I want to fuck you again.”

I wish I could have seen Mr. Johnson’s face as he read my message. He responded quickly.

“We can’t.”

“Is your wife home?” I asked, expecting his answer.

“…No.”

“When will she be back?”

“She’s at school.” Mrs. Johnson went back to get her degree because she dropped out of college when she got pregnant with Becca.

“An hour and a half.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Lexy, no! We can’t.”

I snapped a pic of my pussy in my crotchless lingerie and sent it to him.

Two minutes passed.

“I’ll leave the front door unlocked for you.”

I threw on a red summer dress and drove to Mr. Johnson’s house.

I rang the doorbell, even though he told me to just go in. Mr. Johnson opened it.

“What took you so long?” He asked desperately. “Take that off.”

I let my dress fall in a puddle at my feet after his door closed. I stood in front of Mr. Johnson by the door in my lingerie and wearing high heels. His mouth gaped open and he didn’t speak. The lust in his eyes was palpable, as he drank in the sight of his daughter’s best friend’s uncovered tits and pussy.

“So are you fucking me right here, or—” I started. He ran to me and pulled me into him.

I took his shirt and pulled it over his head, dropping it in the entry way, and pressed my tits against his firm chest. I kissed him full on the lips, my tongue sneaking into his mouth to tease his own. Mr. J moaned as I kissed him, pulling me tightly to him. He was intoxicating.

We moved to his room and I pushed him down on his bed. I knelt down between his legs to undo his pants and pulled them off with his briefs. His cock sprang out and up. My hands stroked his shaft as I moved up onto the bed and fed him my tits, hovering over him. Mr. Johnson slurped hungrily at my nipple, working it between his lips and teasing it with his tongue, then moving to my other breast to do the same. Ten minutes had already passed and I needed a good fuck before I had to leave. I positioned my dripping pussy framed by my crotchless underwear over his thick cock and slowly impaled myself on it.

“Did you miss my pussy, Mr. Johnson?” I asked as inch after inch of hard cock split me apart. “Mmmm . . . your dick feels so good . . . I love it.”

Steve reached up to play with my nipples, eliciting a deep moan from me.

“Ohhh . . . yessss . . .play with my tits, Mr. J. Oh God! Do you like them? Fuck . . . Yessssss.”

I had taken all of Becca’s dad’s cock deep into my sex and my ass was flush against his lap. I positioned my feet for leverage on either side of his thighs and slowly lifted myself up and then down again, fucking Mrs. Johnson’s husband slowly on their marital bed.

“Ohhh. Lexy . . . your pussy is so fucking tight.”

I was on fire as I slowly fucked him. His thick cock was spreading my pussy walls as it filled me. I could feel the heat from his rod radiating deep inside me.

“God, your pussy—“ Mr. Johnson moaned in desire. “It’s milking my cock.”

I started to fuck him faster, my ass making a loud slapping sound as I bounced up and down on his cock and I felt my orgasm starting to build.

“Oh God Yess….!” I moaned. “Is it better than your wife’s pussy? Tell me!” I bounced harder on my secret lover’s cock as the fire within me approached critical mass.

“Yes! Fuck! So much better!”

“AAAAHHHHHH!” I cried out as my pussy clenched and spasmed uncontrollably. Mr. Johnson sucked on my nipple as I came, prolonging my orgasm. When my climax subsided, I collapsed on top of Mr. J.

“We’re not done yet.” Steve announced.

He got out from under me then pulled me to the edge of the bed and lifted my legs upward, spreading them. He positioned his cock at my entrance and thrust in powerfully, knocking the breath out of me. He held my legs apart while at the same time lifting them slightly so my body was angled toward his. In this position, his pelvis rubbed my clit with each thrust rubbed against me.

Mr. Johnson kept up a steady tempo. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he slammed his cheating cock into me.

“Oh SHIT, I’m cumming again!” I shouted as my body tensed and shuddered in orgasm. But, Mr. Johnson’s Johnson fucked me through it. He pumped into me harder and faster as my toes curled in pleasure. I couldn’t believe how quickly I was approaching a third orgasm. This was already even better than our first time together.

“Oh Yes! Oh God, Mr. Johnson. Just like that. YES YES!” I cried out with abandon. “I’m gonna fucking cum again. Fuck my pussy, Steven. Fuck me! AAAHHHH!”

I felt Steve’ s cock lurch in my pussy as he watched me cum for a third time. He thrust into me faster—animalistic. His balls swelled and he announced his orgasm before mine had even stopped.

“Cumming, Lexy! OOOHHH SHIT!!”

His cock jerked and spewed out it’s hot cream inside of me as his face twisted in orgasm. His cock continued to spurt inside me to the point where I could feel it already leaking out again around his dick.

With his cock still buried deep inside me, he kissed me hard and firm, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I moaned and sucked on his tongue in response as I felt Mr. Johnson slowly pull his cock out of me.

“You’re still hard!” I exclaimed as I looked down at his dick.

“I took a viagra before you got here.” Mr. Johnson laughed. “And you’re really fucking hot.”

“Oh, baby.” I moaned softly. “Want me to suck you off?”

“You ever had it in your ass, princess?” Mr. J said hungrily. My mind flashed back to a month earlier when his daughter asked if I had done butt stuff with my lover, who she didn’t realize was her father.

“Have you ever put it in an ass?” I retorted.

“Never. Camille (Mrs. Johnson) won’t even consider it.” He replied.

I felt a small amount of excitement on taking Becca’s Dad’s anal virginity. I wondered how many times he had asked his wife for anal only to be shut down. And now his daughter’s roommate was letting him put it her butt while she was at school.

“I want your ass, Lexy.” He hissed.

“Lay on the bed and get me some lube.”

I straddled Steve’s torso as he handed me the silicone-based lube and felt his cum start to leak out from deep in my pussy. I noticed a small amount of it beginning to pool on his abs.

“Would you like me to get cleaned up first?” I asked, indicating at the leaking jizz.

“No!”

“Oh, Kinky, Mr. J.” I smiled evilly. I took the lube and pressed a good amount into my hand then took his hand in mine and lubed up his best manicured finger. He looked at me questioningly. I turned around on top of him so I was facing away and he had a good view of my puckered asshole.

“Put your finger inside. Slowly.”

He reached behind me and slowly slid the tip of his finger in. It slipped in with ease, but I told him to stop so I could adjust to it. I hadn’t done anal in a while. I gave him the go ahead to go deeper and he did. I told him to stop again when I felt his thick finger hit the far side of my sphincter. I again eased into the feeling and told him to push his finger in the rest of the way and then to start thrusting very slowly.

“Put some lube on your next finger and put both in.” I instructed.

He did, and when that started to feel good, I told him to take them out. I was ready for his cock. I like being on top for anal because I can control everything.

I applied an ungodly amount of lube to his still swollen cock and my hole and assumed the cowgirl position, slowly inserting it into my anus. My vagina was still leaking his dementia out as I sank down.

Since his cock was thicker than two fingers, I felt a small twinge of pain as his cock split into me, but that passed and soon he was all the way in, and I was pain free.

I slowly lifted my ass until only the head of his fuckstick was inside of me and then worked it back into my clenching ass. Fuck, it felt good. I forgot how much I enjoyed anal.

“Oh God, this feels amazing. Your ass is so tight!” Mr. Johnson groaned in pleasure. I started to bounce on his dick faster and harder.

“Yeah, you like that tight ass, Mr. Johnson? You can fuck it now.” I moaned loudly as Becca’s dad grabbed my hips and pounded into my ass from below. My body quivered in response and my thighs started to tremble.

Mr. Johnson grunted. “Your ass is so tight, Lexy. It’s gonna make me cum.”

“Cum, Steven!” I cried out, as I furiously strummed my clit. “Cum in my ass. Cum in my ass!”

I tensed as the man fucking my backdoor pushed my hips down and then up one last time. I felt his cock swell in my butt and deposit his warm spunk deep into my bowels. Mr. Johnson groaned with each jet and I was on cloud nine. His cock was deep inside me and I could feel each and every throb and gush of gooey cum from his cock. I shook violently as I came a fourth time.

“FUUUUUU!!!” I screamed out as I collapsed on to the bed, convulsing around the dick in my ass.

After it stopped, Mr. Johnson pulled out of me, and I could feel some of his cum starting to leak out.

We breathed heavily together on his bed, covered in sweat and leaking cum from two holes. Mr. Johnson’s cum.

I thought I just needed closure, but I knew then that this couldn’t be the last time. And it wasn’t.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w1hsbr/fm_my_best_friends_dad_felt_guilty_about_fucking