I’ve known this man for several years, but yet I barely knew him. He was simply a friend among other friends. I was a happily married women and he himself was married, but our conversations always left me intrigued. After my husband passed away, I continued to hang out with the same group of friends and slowly our conversations and texts turned more frequent. Then one day, a very hot Monday, our A/C wasn’t working at the office. I texted him to complain and asked him out to lunch so I could cool off. He picked me up and off we went. While I don’t remember the conversation exactly, I ended up inviting him over to my house for a drink after work. I had invited him over before and didn’t expect anything besides conversation. However I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I had butterflies in my stomach this time. He was just a friend and we had a great time talking. Why was I nervous for him to come over?
He arrived shortly after I got home and I poured us each a drink. We chatted and laughed and were having a great time. He was on one side of the kitchen island and I made sure to stay on the other side. I needed that barrier between us, as my body was aching for him. I took a phone call and he walked around the island and began to massage my shoulders. I wanted to stop him, yet it was the last thing I wanted. I ended the call and we walked into the living room. The alcohol was kicking in and I felt my defenses going down. I kissed him, not knowing how he would respond and hoping I wasn’t misreading the situation. I wasn’t. It was exhilarating and scary and amazing. I hadn’t kissed another man in so many years, but it felt so right. The moments after the kiss are kind of blurry. My mind was in overdrive, my nipples were hard and I could feel the wetness in between my legs. He left a short time later, but our text messages continued for the next couple of hours. I don’t remember the exact exchange, but I told him to come back. I needed him in a way I didn’t understand myself. He obliged and was at my door within 20 min.
I didn’t waste time on words, my body needed him. I led him to the bedroom and our clothes came off. Even though we had never slept together, our bodies worked in unison and I felt things I had never felt before. He was a gentleman and yet took control in the most erotic way I have ever known. I had orgasm after orgasm, in ways I had never experienced before. I was left both speechless and breathless. It was so wrong, yet felt so right. After he left, I was worried our friendship was over. We crossed a line that is hard to come back from. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, yet I wanted to feel that again. Fast forward to present day, 5 months later. We are still friends, maybe a little more, and the way our bodies respond to each other is even more incredible. The number of orgasms this man can give me is simply amazing and beyond comprehension. I crave his touch and get wet just looking into his eyes. He has a way of reading my body and knowing what I need. I’ve had good sex in the past, but with him, I’ve never felt such intense pleasure.