*This is part of* [an ongoing series](https://www.reddit.com/user/aqualounger/comments/xrqbc3/my_infidelity_diaries_links_to_all_posts/)*. About me: Tall, dark hair, skinny in my youth but less so these days, with a cock on the small side of average. Oh, and for better or worse, I am a serial cheater. These are my stories — all of them real in every way, except for the names. I’m not sure what I hope to gain from writing all this down; maybe it will be cathartic for me, and hopefully it will be hot for you. Anyway, here’s what happened.*
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I’ve known Carrie for years, and have always had a thing for her. She’s my friend’s cousin. She has bouncy, curly brown hair, big eyes, and a nice figure. She’s funny and fun, and whenever we see each other, we always end up having great conversations.
I was hanging out with my friend a little while ago, and for some reason we started talking about Carrie. “Oh man, the shit she gets up to these days is crazy,” he said. “She’s wild.”
Needless to say, my attention was piqued. My wife is a lot of things, but “wild” is not one of them. So when I found out that someone I knew had a secret wild side, I had to see if there was a way to unleash it. I started messaging Carrie on Insta. I told her that I felt like a caged animal, howling at the moon. She loved that. Our conversations turned more personal, and then finally I said “You know, I’ve had a thing for you for years.”
She replied instantly: “Me too.”
The next night, she messaged me when she got home from work. I got right to the point.
Carrie: “What are you doing?”
Me: “Imagining what my cock would look like with your mouth around it.”
Needless to say, we started sexting — usually late at night, when our SOs had gone to sleep. It was fucking hot, but I wanted more. I wouldn’t have to wait long.
One night, I was out at an open mic night at a local bar. I invited Carrie’s cousin (my friend), and he said he might come, but he would be with Carrie. He asked if it was alright if he brought her. “Oh sure, I guess so,” I replied, my cock immediately hardening at the thought.
I got to the event pretty early, and before I knew it, I’d been there more than three hours. I was pretty drunk. I considered leaving, but something told me my patience would be rewarded. Sure enough, soon after, my friend and Carrie walked in the door. She and I hugged, and I whispered in her ear, “I think we’re going to make some mistakes tonight, aren’t we?”
She pushed herself up against me, and felt my cock against her leg.
It was on.
We spent the first part of the evening dancing and singing and being obnoxious idiots — Carrie and I finding every excuse possible to brush up against one another. About 30 minutes in, I went to the bar to get more drinks, and when I came back I noticed Carrie wasn’t where I left her. I wondered if she went downstairs to the bathrooms, so I decided to wander that way. Sure enough, I saw her coming out of the bathroom. She smiled and gave me a steely glance.
“This is dangerous,” she said.
“I know, and we can go back upstairs, but first I have to kiss you.”
Our first kiss was absolutely electric, and we melted into each other. I wrapped my arm around her waist, and Carrie tangled her fingers in my hair. We reluctantly broke it off, though, and went back upstairs to dance some more and check in with my friend, who would no doubt get suspicious if we were both missing for long.
Fast forward another half hour or so. Carrie and I have been teasing each other all night. My cock feels like it’s going to burst, so I pull her toward me and whisper, “Meet me in the bathroom in 2 minutes.” I head back downstairs, and sure enough, she soon arrives. There’s no one in the men’s room stall, so I pull her in and we are all over each other. She was absolutely ravenous — thrusting and clawing and mumbling, “more, more.” It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard. I pushed her up against the wall of the stall and reached down the back of her jeans to her pussy, which was soaking wet. I slid two fingers inside her, then I put my other hand down the front of her pants and rubbed her clit. She came, hard, instantly — and loudly. I realized this was far too risky.
I pulled my head back. “We can’t do this here, we’ll get caught.” She looked at me, her eyes wild, and I could tell she was considering whether she even cared if we got caught. In that moment, a large part of me didn’t care either. But we both recognized the potential impact, and released our grasp on one another. She did up her pants while I checked to see if the coast was clear, and we went back upstairs to keep dancing.
I thought that was the end of it. But luckily, I was wrong.
Eventually, last call came and went, and we left the bar. Carrie is a smoker, and though I quit a few years ago, I was dying for one. She happily obliged, and we stood outside smoking with my friend (her cousin). He wanted to go home, so I casually said, “Hey Carrie, what way are you headed?”
“East,” she replied with a sharp look in her eye. She knew I knew her cousin lived west, and that I had plans for an epic close to the night.
“Me too,” I said. “Let’s split an Uber.”
We had a hard time finding a driver to pick us up, so we started to walk. As soon as we were out of sight of the bar, though, I pulled Carrie toward me and we started kissing again. It was freezing cold, but her breath was hot on my ear as I tried to feel her tits under her coat. Finally, she broke away and said “I need to get in an Uber, now.”
We found a driver a few minutes away, and as he pulled up to where we were standing, I looked at Carrie and said, “We’re going to have some fun in this Uber, aren’t we?” She smiled again.
We got in the Uber and were immediately all over each other. She was ravenous again, but in our position I couldn’t get a good angle on touching her pussy. She didn’t seem to care, though — she had other plans in mind. In no time, Carrie unbuckled my belt, undid the button of my jeans, unzipped my fly, pulled out my cock, and took me in her mouth to the hilt.
Weeks ago, when we were sexting, I told her that I was certain I would cum in seconds the first time she sucked my cock. I had imagined it so many times, and it had been so long since I’d had a blowjob, that I knew I wouldn’t be able to last. She told me that it turned her on to think she could get me off so quickly. And as her mouth took me in, I was glad I had told her that ahead of time — because she was an even better cock sucker than I imagined.
I managed to keep my composure for a minute or two, but the hotness of the situation — the long wait, the sexting lead-up, her orgasm in the bathroom, and her warm, expert mouth on my cock — was too much to bear. I tapped her shoulder to give her a warning, and she took me even deeper. That was it: I exploded into her mouth. It felt like she was drawing the cum out of my very soul. I nearly passed out, it was so good.
Finally I finished cumming, and Carrie came up for air. What felt like seconds later (though it was likely a few minutes), we pulled up outside her door. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, said “Thanks for a fun night!” and disappeared into the darkness.
I looked up at the Uber driver. He nodded at me and said “Nice.”
I gave him a $50 tip, and he drove me home.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yiw9oc/my_infidelity_diaries_carrie_fulfills_a_prophecy