Repost: Do[M]inating my queer married [F]riend

(Quick explanation: this is a repost of a story I put up last week. After initially posting it, I wondered–was it really okay that I had just posted a story about myself and a real person without getting her permission? How was that different from sharing nudes that someone had sent me without her permission? I decided to take it down, and seek out Ellen’s–not her real name, btw, in case that weren’t obvious–permission. Her response? Duh, of course you can post that story, it’s sexy as hell. She and “Sam” have read and approved and maybe had sex after reading it, so I guess we’re all in the clear. Enjoy!)

“Oh, god… Fuck…” Ellen moaned as I slid into her, her legs wrapped tight around my waist. She was soaking wet and her pussy felt like heaven as I sank into her. “So this is what a real cock feels like… Thank you, Daddy…”

I held her petite ass in both hands, slid myself out a few inches, and then drove back into her warm depths.

Let me back up.

Do[M]inating my queer, married [F]riend

“Oh, god… Fuck…” Ellen moaned as I slid into her, her legs wrapped tight around my waist. She was soaking wet and her pussy felt like heaven as I sank into her. “So this is what a real cock feels like… Thank you, Daddy…”

I held her petite ass in both hands, slid myself out a few inches, and then drove back into her warm depths.

Let me back up.

I’m a graduate student at a major university on the east coast. A few years into my program of study, I reconnected with two old acquaintances from undergraduate, Sophie and Ellen. Ellen was in town for law school, and the two had recently married.

A few things had changed. Or, rather, one big thing: Sophie was now Sam. Sam and Ellen had grown up in the same small Minnesota town and enjoyed a relationship which they usually described as approaching being sisters, though at some point in their adolescence, it turned sexual and romantic.

Eventually, Sam came out as trans, changed his name, and began the medical transition process. I was surprised, but happy for them, as they gave me the five minute run down of everything that had happened since college. Sam had always had a tomboy side, so in retrospect, it made sense.