(33f) I let things go a little too far with my husband's friend

I was so caught up in that moment that I let it happen, and enjoyed it. My mistake was thinking it was a one time thing. It was not.

Since that first time I have agreed to my husband’s request to do it several other times. His friends always enjoyed what they got to see, which was usually just my nipples poking through.

The more I did it, the more comfortable they were making comments about my body, or making sexually explicit jokes. I laughed along with all of it, enjoying the attention, and most importantly, enjoying how happy it made my husband.

What no one knew though, is that one friend who touched me the first time, kept doing it. And I kept letting him.

It was never as dramatic as the first time. It was mostly just him grabbing my ass, or copping a feel of my tits when he could. It was always brief, and I always just gave him a look of feigned anger, but he just smiled.

Things got out of hand though when everyone drank a little too much. I ended up alone with him outside, while my husband was passed out drunk inside. Everyone else had gone home.

I was cleaning up when he came up behind me and grabbed my hips. He pulled me against him and I could feel his hardness. I tried to laugh it off, but I was nervous, and excited, and very horny. Alcohol has that effect on me.

I didn’t stop him when his hands moved up my body to cup both my tits. The way he gently squeezed and massaged me felt so good. The only words I spoke were that we shouldn’t, but I didnt pull away.

I didn’t stop him when he untied the dress and pulled it down, exposing me to the night air. I didnt stop him when he turned me around and kissed me. I didn’t stop him when he slid his hand up the dress and fingered my very wet pussy.

All I did was moan as he pleasured me. Every inch of my body was on fire with desire. His lips and mouth on my tits, and his fingers inside me, drove my closer and closer to an orgasm I desperately needed.

When he sat me down on the patio sofa and went down on me I was eager for release. I grabbed his hair with both hands and grinded against his face as he ate me. He was so good and I couldn’t help but cum hard all over him. It was blindingly intense and I’m surprised my moans did not wake my neighbors, let alone my husband.

The reality of the situating came crashing down as I recovered from my orgasm. I was exposed, in my backyard, and had just gotten my pussy eaten by my husband’s friend. I was suddenly very aware of just how bad this was.

My nerves almost got the better of me, until I saw his cock. He had pulled his pants off, and he was standing before me, so hard. There was precum dripping from the tip and instead of being worried, I felt bad for him.

He had been touching me and teasing himself everytime I dressed this way. He must have been so pent up. I wanted to give him that release, and to satisfy him. I wanted this to be worth it.

So I sat up and put my face up to his cock, and I gently licked the tip to taste him. And he tasted delicious. As soon as my tongue touched him I felt a rush of excitement and any nerves faded away.

I took him into my my mouth and down my throat, every last inch. His moans gave me little flutters of excitement. I felt so sexy and hot as I sucked his cock. I took his full length over and over again sucking hard. I had to satisfy him, it was all I cared about.

I massaged his balls while throating him. I stroked his shaft while sucking the head. I looked up at him to see the ecstacy on his face and it made me feel amazing.

When he gripped my hair and pulled me down on his cock and flooded my mouth, it was like being high. He flooded my mouth and throat, I couldn’t breath, I could only swallow. And it was incredibly satisfying.

I slowly lifted from his cock, sucking as hard as I could. He squirmed from the stimulation and it was cute, I couldn’t help but giggle. He told me it was the best blowjob he’s had.

I was on fire, I was so turned on, I needed more. I told him my pussy was the best too, and I pulled him ontop of me. All reason had left my mind, only this primal need was left. I had to have him inside me.

We kissed hard as he fondled my tits and pressed his still hard cock against me. I was eager for him to fuck me, but I let him have a few minutes to recover, and before long, he finally slid himself in.

I bit into his neck to stifle my moan as he started fucking me. It was exactly what I needed. All those times I wore nothing under my dress, and all those times his friends would comment, and all those times he would touch me.

It built up to this and finally his friend was fucking me. I felt like a slut. A hot, sexy, naughty slut, and it was everything I needed.

I felt so full with every thrust and yet I needed more. I grinded up against him, matching his rhythm. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him deeper. I kissed him hard and bit his lip. It was building, another intense, satisfying orgasm.

When it came, it came hard. It was incredible, all I felt was waves of intense sensation and I was screaming his name. Moments later while I was still riding the subsiding waves of bliss, he came inside me.

And then that was it. We were laying on the sofa outside, his cock inside me, both breathing heavy as we tried to recover. My husband was still passed out inside, and I felt alive and refreshed.

I needed his friend to fuck me. I didn’t know it, but I did need it. All that build up finally being released was euphoric. I kissed him softly, I nibbled his neck just to taste some more of him before finally getting up.

I let him get one last look at my nearly naked body before fixing my dress. The way he looked at me almost made me want another round. There was so much lust in his exhausted expression. It made me feel so incredible.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his semi hard, cum covered cock. I gave it a gentle squeeze and told him not to tell anybody about this. I leaned forward and licked up the last few drops of cum, and then I went inside. I had to give him that last little thrill, and I wanted to remember his taste.

After that I showered, and he went home. I climbed into bed and left my husband passed out on the couch. I did not want to disturb him. I fell asleep satisfied, and fulfilled.