Sniffing [M]y [F]riend’s panties led to the dirtiest sex of my life Part 1

Long backstory, skip to ***** for the sex. There will likely be 3 parts to this.

In my opinion, there are two kinds of cheating. The more “understandable” kind is when there’s a dead bedroom, dead relationship, abuse or neglect, etc. Then there’s just people who for whatever reason can’t keep it in their pants. This is sadly the latter in my case, and I make no claims that what I did was right. As such, please leave any moral judgements to yourself.

Description of the players. Me: married with 5 kids. 5’10, average build, shaved head with a closely trimmed beard, average dick. I try to work out, but 5 kids makes that pretty difficult, so rocking a moderate dad bod. Jackie: married mother of 3, hostess for the event. 5’4, petite build and straight brown hair that reaches to just below her shoulders. Small a-cups, but a FANTASTIC ass I often fantasized about.

For the fourth of July, we wanted to get together with several of our friends for a barbeque and some swimming. We all have young families, so most of us had plans on the actual 4th. A bunch of us had the 3rd off, so we decided we would spend the day together then, instead of trying to cram it in on the 4th. We met at our friends’ house, got all of the kids set up in the backyard, and hung out drinking and eating pizza in the warm afternoon sun. It turned out to be a very pleasant day, and if nothing NSFW would have happened I would have been content. Fortunately for me (and you), that wasn’t the case. Eventually nature called, and I excused myself to go inside.

After exiting the restroom I decided to explore the house. Jackie and her husband had some work done on the house and I wanted to see how it turned out. I intended to walk right past the master bedroom, but the door was open and I saw her bright pink thong sitting on top of the laundry, and I couldn’t help myself. I slipped inside, picked up her panties and took a deep breath of her intoxicating scent. I’d often imagined what it would be like to fuck her perfect pussy, and I knew having a scent to go with it would heighten the experience. I got lost in my imagination, and forgot to pay attention to reality.

I snapped back to my surroundings when I heard footsteps coming up the hall. Fuck. I brought the thong down from my nose just as Jackie turned into the room. She froze at the sight of me, and I froze too, my brain betraying me and running 10 seconds slower than I needed it to (seriously, why the fuck do brains run slow when you need them most? Fuck fight or flight, that shit will get you killed one day).

“What are you doing in here?” she asked, not quite angry, but clearly starting to get upset at the violation of privacy. She was starting to get angrier as she took in more of the scene. No answer, come on brain.

“Why the fuck do you have my underwear?” Fuck. Why hadn’t I balled them up. Or put them in my pocket. Fuck. Still no answer.

“What were you doing in here?” Fuck. She must have noticed my (now rapidly disappearing) erection. Is she going to tell my wife? There’s a half dozen of my friends outside, what if she makes a scene? Tells her husband? Fuck fuck FUCK.

I decide to go for broke. Tell her about my infatuation. Own up to the cringey creepiness of the situation and BEG her not to tell anyone.

“I wanted to see what that perfect pussy of yours smells like.” WTF. Did I just say that?

She smiles and looks down. I can tell she’s thinking. A glimmer of hope. Maybe she won’t tell anyone.

“Would you like to see it?” My jaw dropped. I must have opened and closed my mouth at least 8 times. Was I really about to see her beautiful pussy?

“Tell me you want me to” I said. Where the fuck did this dominance come from?

She hesitates. “Can I show you my… vagina?”

“Pussy” I correct.

“Pussy” she complies. Ok brain, all is forgiven.

“Please” I demand.

“Can I please show you my pussy?”

“Turn around and bend over.”

*****

She turns around and bends over. I drop to my knees and her perfect ass is right in my face. I grab her jeans and thong and slowly tug them down, feeling the resistance stop once they reach past her ass. I’m greeted by her tight round ass. I grab it with both hands and start squeezing and shaking it, admiring how firm yet jiggly it is (I’m a BIG fan of r/jigglefuck). I want to bite it. So I do. She moans and whispers breathily “no marks.”

Oh right. Someone else is going to see this ass tonight. My friend. Who happens to be right outside. Along with my wife, kids and a bunch of other friends. WTF am I doing here? At the same time I’m spreading her pussy with my thumbs, hands still on her ass, and I’m greeted again by her intoxicating scent. I go pussy-drunk. “Please” I hear her whisper, and that does it. I start lapping her juices with my tongue, pussy to clit, clit to pussy and up, circling her asshole. Tongue flat and broad at first, pointed as I enter her pussy or flick her clit, back to broad. She’s moaning and starting to get a little too loud so I pick up her panties that I dropped and shove them in her mouth.

I pick her up and toss her on the bed. As she’s laying on her back I dive in to her pussy again. I start circling her clit now and slip one then two fingers inside her. I’m not the most coordinated fella, so my pumping and licking began to mirror each other. She didn’t seem to mind, as she drew near to her climax she pulled my head in with her legs so hard my nose was buried in her pubes. Not that I minded, I found her desire exciting. And it was one of the few times she broke from her submissive tendencies.

As she came down from her orgasm she lay down satisfied. After exactly 2.76 seconds she shot back up, fear, excitement and something else I couldn’t place, mingled in her eyes. “Let’s get you taken care of quick” she said as she dropped to her knees.

I was torn. I REALLY wanted to fuck her. It felt like I was letting my shot go by (I am not throwing away my shot). At the same time, I knew I would feel less guilty if all we did was go down on each other, I wouldn’t have to worry if my wife could smell another woman’s pussy on my dick before I could shower, and I wasn’t sure if she was on BC, etc.

In the end, I decided to move her in front of her floor length mirror and let her do her thing. It’s definitely one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. She gave the most enthusiastic blow job I ever received. She worked my entire dick in her mouth (not all that impressive as I’m not huge, but my wife hasn’t really put in that effort to, so it was appreciated), long slow sucks at first then bobbing on the upper half. As I leaned back onto the bed I had the perfect view of her gorgeous ass and just a hint of her pussy in the mirror.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but even I was surprised at how quickly I came. Maybe it was the fantasy coming true, maybe it was the guilt making it that much hotter, either way I came in less than 5 min. I warned her it was coming, unsure of what she wanted me to do. She suctioned her mouth and started working as much of my dick as she could as fast as she could. She was fantastic. I groaned as I came, spewing what felt like gallons of cum (it had been a while). She handled it like a champ (or maybe it wasn’t as much as it felt like, who knows).

***** sex is over, rest is buildup for the next story. Before you go, let me know if you enjoy my writing style (ie with my thoughts and attempts at humor interspersed throughout). I tried to limit it once the sex started, and I thought about going back and deleting it, but decided I’m writing this for myself. If you guys prefer, next time I’ll edit out my thoughts and try to have more straight narrative. Thanks for reading.

As I came down I realized two things. 1 that might have been the hottest thing I have ever done. 2 I wanted more. If this was porn I would have said something to the effect of “let’s do that again” and she would have said “I’m all yours.” This is reality. We RUSHED to get ready again. We went to the bathroom, I borrowed her toothbrush and washed my beard, she brushed her hair and touched up her makeup. We didn’t say anything to each other, except to game plan what we needed to do to get ready and what our story was going to be.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge, drank half of it trying to mask the scent, then followed Jackie outside. No one seemed to notice we were gone, or that we had come back. My prepared speech with intricate details of their remodel was unnecessary. I joined a conversation about something I didn’t care about, and spent the rest of the relatively short evening trying to figure out what exactly just happened and how to move forward.

That night I wrote and deleted about 137 messages to Jackie. I decided to sleep on it when she texted me. “That was fun. I want more.” I guess life does sometimes turn out the way it does in porn.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ht75bj/sniffing_my_friends_panties_led_to_the_dirtiest