Fumble with an old married friend. [MF]

I didn’t expect anything to ever happen between Jane and me. We’d been friends for a long time, having met at a previous job and staying in touch. I’d socialised with her and her husband a few times. We all got on well.

Honestly though, Jane and I got on a little too well when her husband wasn’t around. Nothing outrageous but certainly a lot of flirty back-and-forth. Of course it was more obvious when one of us was drunk (usually her) and I always felt she was a little more into me than I was into her. I found her really hot. Dirty blonde hair, curvy figure, cute smile. Not a head-turner but very attractive as a person.

She’d married young, settled down quickly and think, though she never said this, may have regretted playing the field a little more before embarking on married life. Her relationship with her husband has always been a little strained. She didn’t reveal a lot and I know they’ve never officially split at any point but it was often clear things weren’t always rosy. I guess that’s why she cheated.

We were at a reunion of sorts with some of our old mutual colleagues. It was a good night out and we ended up back at our old boss’s house, a rambling Edwardian place on the outskirts of the city centre. Jane and I were not as drunk as most of the other members of the group. One of them ended up spilling something on Jane’s top. That was the catalyst for everything that happened next.

There was a small utility room with a bathroom attached. I came out after using the facilities to find the tap running and Jane standing at the sink in her jeans and white bra, scrubbing at her top. It looked beyond recovery but she was a little buzzed and didn’t seem to mind. I joked with her, asking her if she made a habit of stripping to her underwear in other people’s houses.

“I know it’s nothing you won’t have seen before!”

She laughed after saying this. Having known me so long, she knew that when I was single I would generally fuck anything that moved. We had a few mutual acquaintances I’d hooked up with and I often told her some of the funnier stories involving people I’d been with who weren’t our mutuals.

Jane looked great. She had a cute tummy spilling out a little over the waistband of her knickers, just about visible above the waist of her jeans. Her tits were mesmerising: not particularly big but definitely plentiful. The bra she was wearing did an incredible job of making them look good. I was a little buzzed and decided to flirt with her.

“It’s even better than I imagined…”

Cue some faux-outrage. “Is it now? And why would you ever be thinking about me in my bra?”

She knew why.

“Actually, I prefer to think about you without your bra.”

She put the top she’d been fruitlessly scrubbing down on the counter and came close to me.

“And what else do you think about?”

Actually, I ‘d thought about this a lot. I didn’t really want a conversation though.

“This…”

As we made out, I ran my hands to her lower back and felt her ass. The kiss became quite passionate. I unhooked her bra with one hand. She broke off the kiss and looked at me, surprised.

“Not here! Somebody might see us!”

She was right, of course, but I was disappointed. I generally didn’t mind taking a risk. I suppose she had more to lose. I thought I’d been shot down but it soon became clear that wasn’t the case: “Shall we go back to yours instead?”

Absolutely. She got fully dressed and I hid my hard on with the waistband of my underwear. It was easy to get away. It was getting late. We lived in roughly the same direction. It made sense we were sharing a taxi. It still felt like it took forever for us to get through my front door.

Jane was insatiable that night. The first urgent fuck was the best. Once inside we went straight to the bedroom. I pulled her stained top off and unclipped her bra once more. This time there were no protests. I got to work licking and sucking hard on her big nipples while she stood there in her jeans and boots. It really got her going. I felt the one in my mouth swell and harden, as Jane began to breathe heavily. I pulled back and we made out, while unbuttoning each other’s pants. She was rough putting her hand into my boxers, grabbing and squeezing my cock while I wrestled a little to get her clothes down from her thick waist.

She didn’t even fully undress before getting on her knees and sucking my dick. It was heaven. Jane’s mouth was so warm and her grip and technique were superb. I could have easily cum there and then so brought a swifter end to it than I would have liked. I helped her up, then we took a moment to get completely undressed. I pushed her onto the bed and she wriggled onto her back. Her mound was covered with light hair, her legs pressed together hiding what was in between. She yelped in surprise as I forcefully opened her legs, lowering myself down to lick at her cunt.

Jane was very, very wet and tasted fantastic. I grabbed her chunky hips as my tongue raced up and down her slit, before my mouth settled to suck on her clit. She told me she was ready. We were lost in the moment and I was inside her, bareback, before we both knew what was going on. Her heat was incredible. I leveraged myself up into an almost press up position so I could look down and get a good view of my cock sliding in and out of her. A combination of her juices and a surprisingly slack pussy meant there was very little friction. It felt great but I did wonder if I’d be able to cum.

I shouldn’t have worried.

After taking turns being on top of each other, Jane crawled onto all fours. I positioned myself behind her and entered her again. This time, as I was thrusting, she started to squeeze her pussy when I got close to being all the way in. It was an incredible sensation. I was able to build up, smashing into her faster and faster. Jane screamed. She must have known I was about to cum and told me not to come inside her. It was a challenge. Just as I was on the edge, I was desperate to grab her love handles and shoot inside her but instead had to settle for pulling out, just in the knick of time, and shooting a big load along her bum crack.

We collapsed on the bed and she moved in for a cuddle. This post-coital bliss didn’t last too long, as within minutes she was lapping at my cock, licking her own juices from me and making me hard again. Jane had great stamina and gave me one of the longest blowjobs I’ve ever had. She was able to take my full length in her mouth and, as her tongue swirled around the head, I told her I was about to cum. She didn’t skip a beat, just opened her eyes and looked up at me as she continued to bob her head. My second load hit the back of her throat and she pulled back a little to help her swallow. She took the whole load, bar a little that escaped onto her chin. She licked around her mouth and raised her eyebrows at me.

Yeah, she was good.

I had to return the favour but decided to use my fingers. It didn’t take her long to cum again. Her pussy was dripping, her juices making every part of her lips and hole slick. I sat her between my legs, as my back rested against the headboard, and pulled her legs open. I used my left hand to play with her nipples and my right to alternate playing with her clit and slipping a finger inside of her. It was a slow, luxurious handjob and when she came I felt more juices flow from her cunt.

It was late and Jane decided she would need to get home so as not to arouse suspicion. The buzz of the alcohol had worn off. We had a talk about things. I didn’t want it to be awkward later. She was open to potentially doing it again and we did (a few times, snatched here and there). We’re still really good friends to this day, though it’s been several years since we last fucked.

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