I wrote this as a dirty bed time story for a friend. I hope you enjoy.
Ellie had been friends with Sarah since she was a kid, even though Sarah was more than ten years older than her. It had been like a sisters thing – Sarah looked after her and when they had both grown up their relationship moved from caring to friendly. Of course, when Ellie was 19 and Sarah was 30 it was totally expected that Ellie would be the bridesmaid. It was all so nice. So lovely.
Rob came into Sarah’s life from nowhere. He did something in government. Was quite serious. He was tall and had a trim beard and played a lot of tennis. He was funny, friendly, everything Ellie could have hoped for for her friend. But he had always looked at Ellie differently. Somehow Sarah never saw it. Ellie always thought that was strange. Perhaps, Ellie thought, Sarah was blinkered by love; perhaps she was just myopic when it came to these kind of things. But Ellie was smart and knew what those sorts of glances looked like and what they meant. And she didn’t mind. She returned them – or at least didn’t turn away. It never sat right with her, yet she never stopped herself either. It created a kind of delicious, addictive, discomfort that she didn’t ask for yet was unwilling to give up.
It was summer – one of those long hot days where the sun never quite looks like it’s going to set. Ellie had planned to meet Sarah and Rob at a hotel in the nearby City where they lived. They were going to go to dinner and she was going to get the train home. But Sarah was ill and Ellie was already half way there by the time she found out.
‘I’ll buy you a drink all the same,’ said Rob’s text. ‘So your train fare isn’t wasted’. Ellie knee what it meant. Knew where this was going. And went along with it.
The hotel was on a side street. It was fancy but in a understated way. It had a dim marble lobby, an old fashioned cage lift. The bar was dark and candles made pools of light in the warm velvety dusk. There was a piano. Rob was waiting there. He had smart trousers on, a white shirt open a few buttons. His hair was thick and curled back over his ear. Ellie felt suddenly over and under dressed at once. She had worn a cocktail dress, deep blue, a pair of converse, a small black bag. A pair of pink high panties, a white lace bra. She thought she was being cool. Sarah had a quirky sense too – she had planned to quirky together. But here with Rob, near fifteen years older than her, in this serious place. She felt almost childish.
His smile fixed that.
‘Hey El,’ he said. ‘They’ve got great cocktails.’ He ordered her something and a second later it didn’t seem so bad. They slipped into a conversation about whatever had been on the news (Ellie blushed as she realised she had been talking straight for three minutes). They talked about Sarah. Rob asked her about her uni work. And then they reached for their drinks at the same time.
Their little fingers touched. It was an accident but they both jolted a little and, after they touched, both kept their hands where they were. Ellie buried herself in her drink but saw Rob was looking at her. Emotions tumbled. Embarrassment again, but then a dark curiosity and a heat between her thighs. She moved on her seat a little. His eyes flickered over her dress.
She saw it laid out in front of her. A choice. She thought of Sarah, of how much she loved Rob. Of their friendship – their lifetime of it – and she sipped her drink and realised Rob’s hand was on the skin of her leg. She froze. She could have made her excuses. Could have left. She thought of Sarah again and closed her eyes. She swallowed and looked at him again and without any conscious decision parted her knees a little. His warm hand moved over her, softly held her thigh, pushed her dress up a little while they talked as if nothing was unusual. They were sitting at the bar but the shape of it and the shadow hid them from the waist down. Ellie’s heart beat fast. She shifted forwards on her seat
Rob’s hand moved and her dress lifted a little more and he touched her panties. She could feel his fingers playing up and down over her, sometimes on her mound, sometimes over her clit, sometimes over her opening, sometimes back to her thighs. She tried to carry on the conversation but she bit her lip and blushed and looked down as she felt how wet she was getting. Rob leaned to her ear.
‘It’s time you came up to the room and show me what a naughty girl you are,’ he whispered. Ellie stammered. As if nothing had happened he turned to the barman, paid the bill and stood. Ellie half fell off her stool, but Rob caught her arm and she followed him in an obedient daze towards the lift
The time waiting was an eternity. All she could think of was Sarah and how soaked her pussy was. But it was as if she had no choice. She wanted to do everything Rob asked. She knew she would do anything and she felt ashamed. She looked up at him. Anything he wanted. She wanted to scream it. He had done something to her with his fingers, some witchcraft. As the lift moved off he pinned her against the wall, kissed her. Ellie felt his tongue slide into the mouth and she moaned onto it. She pushed towards him as his hand lifted her dress and pushed her panties to the side, stroked over her soaked pussy and slid a finger into her. She gripped his arms hard and moaned, felt the harness of his biceps. Immediately he clamped a hand over her mouth but didn’t stop. He slid his finger in and out. Her knees trembled but he held her upright. Her muscles felt weak and she leaned against him, let him touch her, let him feel how wet she was for him. She looked into his eyes with a pleading kind of lust that needed no words. Her mouth opened in silent pleasure, silent shock, as he put another finger inside of her.
When the lift stopped he left her to rearrange her dress and he strode out. She followed, having to half jog to keep up with his stride. When they reached the room he went in, held the door for her. She went past and he closed it. The lock clicked. There was a view out of a large glass window over the sunset city. Tower blocks glinted like gold.
‘Sit on the bed, lift your dress for me and play with your pussy,’ he said, calmly and firmly.
Ellie obeyed quickly, sitting down, lifting one knee, showing him everything. She wanted him to like it, wanted it to be what he wanted. She pulled her pink panties to the side and began to rub herself. She thought of all the times she had fantasied about similar men and had not admitted it was him. She thought about him fucking Sarah. She’d seen Sarah and Rob at the pool enough times to imagine them naked. Imagine Rob’s back curving as he penetrated her friend. Imagined Sarah’s face of pleasure as she was taken, an ankle slipping over his side as she wrapped her legs around him to draw her closer. She gasped at how wet she was and slid a finger inside, feeling so dirty, so ashamed. Yet she couldn’t stop. There was no way she could stop.
‘Spread it,’ he said. She could see him getting hard in his trousers. He looked big. Ellie spread her pussy for him and as she did he pounced.
She was pushed onto her back, her knees up. In the same instant his mouth was on her pussy, her dress and bra were pulled down and he was squeezing her breasts. His hands were firm, holding her tightly then pulling her nipples. The faint pain rippled through her. Yes – this was what she wanted. She felt his tongue explore her opening and then her clit. One of his hands left her breast, her own quickly replacing it, pinching herself harder than he did, as he went to finger her and suck her at the same time. She moaned now, loudly, freely.
‘Oh fuck, like that please…’ her thoughts were confused, intense. She wondered if he ate Sarah’s pussy like this. She’d seen Sarah’s pussy before, once, when they were trying on clothes together. Cleanly shaven, apart from a little triangle of hair. She did it for him. She did it for Rob to admire and to touch. And then she was arching her back, pushing her hips into his face, giving him her pussy.
She heard the rasp of his belt, the fall of his trousers. He pulled her dress and bra off over her head, leaving her in panties and shoes. He was on the bed, standing. His cock was huge. Cleanly shaven, hard, a drop of precum on the tip. She leaned forwards and took it in her mouth, sucking hard as she rubbed her pussy and he pulled her nipple. He held the back of her head and filled her mouth with his shaft. She felt it pushing against the inside of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth and her tongue and she sucked as hard as she could, desperate to please him. She heard him moan in pleasure and felt her pussy get wetter.
He lifted off his shirt and her hands scored his belly, his chest as she tried to suck more of him. Tried to give him more pleasure. Then like before his hands were on her and he had put her on her back. Her legs were spread and he was kneeling between her legs and was kissing her breasts, her neck.
‘Ever since you were the bridesmaid I’ve wanted you like this,’ he whispered, as she felt the tip of his unprotected cock slide over her soaked pussy. ‘All I’ve wanted is to fuck you like the naughty girl I always knew you were…’ she felt his tip begin to spread her and he pulled back
‘Please,’ she whimpered. ‘Please put it in my tight little pussy…’ she kissed him passionately. ‘It’s yours.’
He pushed his hips forwards and she lifted hers and she felt her best friend’s husband stretch her pussy open with his thick cock. She moaned loudly.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck…’ she barely had time to adjust to his size before he was thrusting, holding her back on the soft sheets while his body pinned her down. His chest pressed against hers, his weight on her, his cock making her moan as he gave her his length again and again. He felt huge, and it made her feel tiny. It made her feel like a toy. It made her say and think things she had never thought.
‘Tell me I’m tighter than Sarah,’ she moaned. ‘Tell me how you’ve wanted my pussy.’
Oh fuck…’ she felt him twitch inside her. He went to his knees and fucked her like that. He held her breasts. ‘I love your tight pussy and now it’s mine. I get to fuck your whenever I want…’
‘Yes…’ her hands bunched the sheets. ‘Fuck right there.’ He sped up, holding her down as his cool hit her g spot. She felt the flush ride up through her body. ‘Faster,’ she whispered. ‘Fuck me like you want to…’
He sped up more, watched his cock slide in and out. His hand on her breast became firmer as he watched her orgasm build. He pulled on her nipple.
‘Cum for me,’ he said. ‘Cum all over my cock.’
She screamed silently. The heat rose in her chest. A brightness behind her eyes. She thought of Sarah again on her wedding day. But it wasn’t Sarah now but her. Her with Rob in that white dress. Her going into the hotel room and lifting it so he could see her lingerie. Her guiding her husbands cock into her. She shook as the orgasm took her and cried out.
As she came he felt his orgasm build. He didn’t mind. There would be more that night. As she shuddered he held his cock deep in her and began to cum. Ellie looked up, eyes wide open.
‘Give it to me,’ she whimpered. ‘Fill my little pussy with your cum….’
She felt him cum. Throbbing inside her, hot and so good. She lifted her hips. She wanted more. Wanted it all.
He fucked her though his orgasm and pulled out, letting his cock rest on her mound while he leaned in to kiss her. He reached for the phone.
‘I’m going to order us some drinks,’ he said. ‘Then I’m going to fuck you again.’
Ellie nodded, trembling. She felt his cum on her leg, on the bed under her. She touched herself, so sensitive. When he turned back her legs were open again, waiting for him.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/hflys3/her_best_friends_husband
Great!
Very good …