My friendship with a fellow PTA mom became something more [FMF]

One of the things about motherhood I had always looked forward to was being active in my kids’ school and community. So when my oldest son entered elementary school, I jumped at the chance to participate as a PTA mom. Initially, PTA was just putting together flyers and baking brownies for class parties, but over time, my responsibilities grew to organizing parties, fundraisers, and more. As a result, my relationship with the PTA President, let’s call her Diane (for privacy purposes) became closer. We spent many hours together, both at the schools and at our own houses planning and doing whatever it took to fulfill our PTA duties and would mix in conversations around our husbands, kids, and life in general.
To describe Diane best would be to say she’s super down to earth, cares about her family deeply, and is genuinely a kind person. On top of that, I imagine most men (and women) would find her attractive. She’s probably a bit taller than me at 5’5, beautiful coffee shaded skin (She’s African American), curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, and fit in the sense that for a mom with kids, she looked like she spent more than a few days a week in the gym!
After a few months together and our bond growing by the day, I let Diane know my husband Matt was going on a bachelor party with some friends and that the kids were going to spend time at their grandparents for the weekend. I shared how excited I was to have the house to myself and that I was looking forward to lounging around, watching murder mysteries, and getting some sleep! She excitedly said that ironically, this coming weekend her kids were also going to spend time with their grandparents so that she and her husband Max could have a break and get some quality time.
Diane made a comment to me after we mutually realized this with “Why don’t we get together this weekend, now that the kids are gone, would be so good to drink some wine and relax!”. I thought that was a great idea so I invited her to come over on Saturday afternoon. We briefly hugged and she said “see you Saturday!” Saturday afternoon rolled around and I heard her car pull into the driveway. I went downstairs to meet her at the door and was surprised to see her AND Max standing at the door. I genuinely thought it was just going to be just us girls hanging out but then I realized she had made that quality time comment so I embraced them both with a hug and let them in the house.
Now I wasn’t expecting Max to join us so I didn’t exactly dress up (I was in my relaxing lounging around the house in PJ’s but luckily had applied some makeup earlier in the day so I didn’t feel like I just got out of bed. I did feel a little uncomfortable in that when I told Matt over the phone that Diane was coming over, I didn’t mention Max (again, I really thought it was the two of us) but I held off on reaching out to Matt to let him know that if was now both of them, to let him enjoy his bachelor party. Max, for his part, is also very down to earth, super normal, personable, and very handsome. He’s also physically imposing. I believe he played college basketball for a D-1 school and he must be 6’7 feet tall with dark features, and put together.
We made small talk, settled in to drink wine, and lounge on the couches watching Netflix (The Jeffrey Dahmer docu-series to be specific). Diane cozied up to Max with a blanket covering them both and I laid on the other side of the couch (it’s an L shape) under my own blanket. It was getting dark and after a few glasses of wine I could see the movement of hands under their blanket move slowly back and forth. I really wasn’t sure what was going on so I just minded my business and kept watching the tv. After another glass, I started to notice that the motion of hands was very distinct. Diane was slowly stroking Max’s penis under the blankets, in my house! I honestly wasn’t sure what to make of this but I wasn’t going to like yell at them or anything. Honestly, I couldn’t blame them (a weekend without kids will increase your horniness by a billion. I myself started to miss Matt at that moment and felt left out… As Diane continued to slowly stroke Max, his facial expressions began to show signs of enjoyment, putting his head back and no longer paying attention to the TV. I also stopped paying attention to the TV and was laser focused on what was going on 5 feet away.
After a few minutes, and after Diane noticed that I was fixated, she pulled the blanket, which had been covering them to this point, slowly off of Max to reveal her hand, wrapped around Max’s beautiful black cock. I have seen and in my past experienced black men before but this was something I hadn’t seen before. The length (now fully erect) must’ve been 11 inches and very thick (like the thickness of a can of coke) and I’m not exaggerating. Diane looked at me and said “Ashley, I hope this is ok, we just haven’t been without the kids in so long”. I responded very shyly with “It’s ok, I totally get it, a little surprised but I get it, I miss Matt so I know how you feel”.
Diane said that if I missed Matt, why wouldn’t I come over and enjoy Max with her. My heart sank and I got those really anxious/nervous feelings. Not because I didn’t necessarily want to but because Matt didn’t know about any of this and it was all happening so fast. Diane followed up with “don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you and be gentle”. I felt the tingly sensation in my pussy as she said that and my body kind of started moving in their direction before my brain could even tell me to. I got up and moved over to them, sitting right next to Diane. She looked at me and began kissing me, softly at first and then more aggressively with an open mouth. Her lips felt so soft and moist against mine and her tongue was making all the right moves against mine. As we kissed, she took my hand and placed it gently around Max’s cock. My little hands couldn’t wrap around the whole thing, with at least 2 inches of space between my thumb and middle finger.
I began to slowly move my hand up and down, stroking Max, feeling the weight of his cock and the blood flowing throughout, along with the heat that was being generated by all of us. As I did this, Diane put her fingers down my pants and began to rub the outside of my pussy, slowly and gently putting two of her fingers in and out. After a few minutes of this, she pulled her hand up and put the two fingers in Max’s mouth to suck/lick my juices off of her. Diane then got up, pulled her pants down, pulled my pants off and knelt down to eat my pussy with her ass staring straight up at the ceiling. Max positioned himself behind her and began to slowly pump his cock into her beautiful pussy. She was taking him like a pro and although kind of surprised she was taking him so easily I guess I shouldn’t be as they had been married almost 10 years so this was nothing knew for her.
After being pounded doggy for 5 minutes straight, she took a breath and asked if I wanted to get fucked by Max. I was very nervous I could take it but my pussy was so wet and was aching for something to be inside. I told Diane “I can try but I don’t think it’ll work”. She simply said “don’t worry, he’ll go slow”. So I was on the couch, legs completely spread, with Diane holding my feet a part, Max knelt down, started to kiss me deeply, and ran the length of his cock against the outside of my pussy lips. He then took one hand and aimed the head of his cock right at the entrance of my pussy, slowly splitting my lips open and inserting 1 inch of his cock. I could already feel the thickness against the inside of my pussy, being stretched. He then pushed a bit more, maybe 2 or 3 inches but it felt like miles. With each slow thrust I felt more of his manhood enter my pussy, and each time I let out a grunt which was mixed with both pain and pleasure. My pussy needed the rest of it so I spread my lips open with my hands and asked Max to “give it to me”. He took this directive to heart and continued to push more and more of his cock until all 11 inches were buried deep inside. I honestly can’t describe the feeling other than to say it felt like a car was parked in my pussy but that that car was giving me more pleasure than I had felt in a while. I began to run my clit as Max began to thrust with more aggression and purpose. As Diane held my legs apart and Max thrusted away, they began to kiss passionately, as if I was their little plaything for the weekend. I could tell Max was ready to cum so I grabbed his ass and was pulling him deeper and deeper inside of me. When he reached climax he pulled out and massive ropes of cum began to rain on my stomach, chest, and I’m pretty sure a rope or two went over my shoulder haha. Diane knelt down and began to lick and suck his cream off of my body until it was nearly all gone.
I couldn’t believe it, this sweet PTA mom and dad had just had their way with me. It felt wrong but felt so right at the same time. We kind of laid there on the couch and weren’t sure what to do next (were they going to leave, stay, or what)…Ultimately, they stayed and for a few more hours, I got to enjoy Max’s big cock, Max got to watch Diane and I eat each others pussies. I remain very close with Diane and I did tell Matt what happened when he returned from his trip. He was more disappointed that he missed the show than mad at what actually happened. A couples date night is scheduled for a few weeks from now and I’m excited to see what happens next with Diane and Max!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xwisb9/my_friendship_with_a_fellow_pta_mom_became