Mily and I have been friends for six years. We met at a mutual friends summer BBQ and hit it off. Turns out, she’s married, has kids, does the whole 9-5 thing, lives in the suburbs, has a miserable commute, etc.
Her husband was a bit of a bore. He is that reliable sort of husband—schlubby looking, heavy duty dad bod, same haircut since he was 16 type of guy. He’s got an anger problem, loses his temper quickly, drinks too much, etc. But he’s a great dad and despite it all, a reliable husband. Mily resolved that the pros outweigh the cons. And so even though there was no flame, no attraction and the most boring sex, she was committed to him.
One afternoon, when she was near my office, she called to see if I wanted to grab a quick coffee. She asked if I was seeing anyone. I said I wasn’t—and was actually happier that way. I could date around, sleep around, and had no obligations hanging over me.
She sighed.
“Most of all, I miss good sex. I try. I really do. But it’s just … blah. You know how it begins? James usually squeezes my breasts and raises his eyebrows. Or he flashes his dick at me and shrugs. And then we fuck. And that’s it. I don’t go down on him. He doesn’t go down on me. He gets on top, pumps away and cums in minutes. And then he hands me my vibrator and gets in the shower. Sometimes I put on lingerie. Sometimes I offer to suck him off when we’re driving somewhere. He just swats me away. You hear stories about couples who … who just become roommates …”
“Jesus CHRIST!” I shouted. “That is THE saddest shit I have ever heard.”
Mily smiled, but behind it, you could see she was on the verge of tears.
“I’ve never said this. I probably shouldn’t get in the way of your marriage. But you deserve so much better.”
“I just want good sex. Everything else, look. Relationships are complicated. He has his pros and cons. But overall, minus the lack of good sex, he’s a good husband and a great father. I just … wish there was better sex.”
I put my hand on her leg and looked into her eyes. I felt so bad for Mily. I rubbed her inner thigh. Our eyes were locked on one another. And then, Mily opened her legs. I looked around. The coffee shop was busy, everyone was on their phones or glued to their laptops.
I inched my hand closer and closer. Mily’s nipples got rock hard, practically bursting through her blouse.
Mily was a natural redhead. Busty, thick and curvy. She had a great body, a flat stomach, but thick thighs. She was stunning. Her green eyes, her dimpled cheeks.
“I’m so wet right now,” she whispered.
I inched her panties over to the side and slid a finger inside of her. She was as wet as promised. I slid my finger in and out of her pussy. I pressed my thumb against her clit and rocked it back and forth. She gasped and groaned quietly as she swayed her hips back and forth slowly. We kept a lookout. No one was even paying attention to us.
Keeping my thumb on her clit, I locked eyes with her. She bit her bottom lip. She closed her eyes. Her breathing increased becoming more and more rapid.
“Mm-hmm,” she whispered. “Mm-hmm. So close.”
I leaned in closer. Desperate to kiss her, but also desperate to avoid getting caught.
“Uh-huh,” she moaned. Mily grabbed the arm of the chair and clenched her bottom jaw. She was cumming. It was clear as day. She struggled to keep things under wraps. She wanted to moan. Her pussy was soaking wet. I could feel her juices running down her thighs. And then, she finally exhaled and let out a quiet moan.
“Can I suck your cock?” She asked quietly.
I nodded and snuck off to the batroom. She followed a moment later. Mily pressed me against the door and dropped to her knees. She yanked my pants down and immediately deep throated my cock. She was hungry, desperate for cock. She wanted—actually WANTED—to suck a cock. She slurped and swallowed every inch of me, wiping the drool from her chin. She began to masturbate. I could hear her fingers sliding in and out of her gushy cunt.
“Suck me,” I whispered.
“Mm-hmmmm,” she hummed as her nose touched my pelvis. She slurped, running her tongue up and down the shaft of my rock hard cock. She pulled out.
“Your cock feels so good in my throat.”
I reached down and yanked her top down, exposing her large breasts. I began to fuck her throat, slowly at first, and then faster and faster.
She was moaning. Humming. Fingering herself. Mily didn’t have to say a word. She craved cum. She wanted my load in her mouth. I pumped my cock in and out of her throat faster and faster until I started to tremble and shake.
“My mouth,” she said, stroking my cock. “Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I need to taste you.”
I pushed my cock into her throat and pumped harder and harder until I couldn’t last a second longer. I pulled out and pressed the tip of my cock onto her tongue, ejaculating into her mouth. A thick puddle of sperm flowed onto her tongue. Rope after rope coated the inside of her throat. I kept cumming, filling her mouth to the brim with sperm.
Mily displayed the mouth full of sperm. She winked.
“Swallow it,” I whispered.
And then, she closed her mouth, gulped down my load, and shivered with delight. I left the bathroom first. She followed a moment later. We found ourselves back at the table. Our iced lattes still there. She sat down and smiled at me. I smiled at her. I didn’t even feel guilty.
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