Grace and I had been friends for a long time. Always flirty but never quite acting on it. We would drunkenly cuddle together or play strip poker sometimes. But she was married (albeit polyamorous) and her husband was only cool with her hooking up with girls. I was trying not to be that guy anymore, but I was definitely walking the line.
One night we were in my apartment listening to music and playing trivia. It was summertime so that was the pretense we used for slowly removing clothing as we drank merrily and loudly. So there we were in our underwear, shooting the shit about nerd stuff (anime, scifi, hipster music, etc) when she sort of bluntly tells me that she and her husband are seperated – likely soon to be divorced. I was absolutely floored. After a couple of awkward shots she (once again, bluntly) asks if she can kiss me. “Uh, of fucking course you can,” was my response. Her lips were soft and wet, her breath hot. We’d been flirty before but never kissed, it felt nice.
After a minute I started to explore her body with my hands, respectfully. Grace was curvy in all the right ways – thick thighs, heavy tits, just the right amount of belly-fat to make a nice little pillow. She had dark curly hair, dyed green and shaved on the side, and gorgeous hazel eyes. As I was touching her she moaned into my ear that she hadn’t felt this way in months. Grace was demisexual and apparently had a very hard time orgasming. No doubt that was part of the reason things were tense with her marriage but I decided not to look this horny gift-horse in the mouth. Things got hotter and heavier and we transitioned from my couch to my bed to become a little more horizontal. I tugged her panties down as she lifted her hips and got my first unobstructed view of her gorgeous pussy. I had seen it in a non-sexual, glancing sort of way before but this was my first real look.
She leaned forward and reached behind herself to unhook her bra but I beat her to the punch (I’m a bit of a bra prodigy) and unhooked all 4 hooks with one hand like snapping my fingers. Her big, perfect tits fell free and she fell back onto her back. Her legs opened slowly and I inhaled the intoxicating scent of her pussy, kissing her thighs and lips. After an appropriate amount of teasing, I got to work – eating her pussy like it was my last supper. To say it was a religious experience would be an understatement. And not to pat myself on the back too hard but she came, HARD. To be fair I was ravenous; I was eating her pussy like a drunk college student eats Denny’s (moaning the entire time with the occasional “fuck that’s good”).
Once she had come down from her orgasm she was very touchy-feely and affectionate. I slowly ascended to face level with a series of strategically placed kisses. We made out some more with my cock grazing her soaking wet pussy lips every few seconds. Grace broke our kiss to say the single most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me, “Can you fuck my face?” And yes, yes I could. I grabbed hold of her curls and fucked her mouth vigorously. But no self-respecting man would allow himself to come down a lady’s throat during their first encounter when pussy is on the table, right? I dunno, but I wasn’t sure I would get this opportunity again – so I brought my cock back down and plunged it inside her. She felt so incredibly hot.
I held her thighs tight as I thrust into her – and reader, I am not ashamed to say I only lasted a few minutes before I filled her up with cum. As I shook breathlessly and leaned down to kiss her, she asked if it was okay if she played with herself (it was). She retrieved a toy out of her purse and held it to her clit while I stimulated her G-spot. Thank god I was able to make her come within 2 minutes so that I could redeem myself, I think we were both a little excited. We laid in the afterglow and cuddled, drifting off to the dreamscape. Unfortunately that first time was also the last. She and her husband got back together. C’est la vie.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zhzbd5/mf_my_married_friend