With My Friend

She was my friend and my friend’s wife. What began as a casual friendship extended to late night chats. It was still all casual chats till she asked me if I sext. I told her I was not a fan of sexting. We dropped the topic there and continued our regular chats. The talks were so long we shared most intimate secrets with each other. One night, sexting was again a point of discussion. This night, I too was excited. I told her that I would like to lie down with her and hug her and leave one hand on her boobs. She reciprocated similarly. She agreed it will be a good feeling. The chats got more and more intense day by day, to a point where it was regular sexting rather than regular chats.

She was elder to me, but that made it more exciting for me. I always wanted someone elder than me. She was hot, a mother. She has a great pair of breasts and a nice round ass. I always liked looking down her blouse. She knew I was looking; she didn’t care. Peeking into forbidden eye candies always gave me a hard-on. And she was one such eye candy; her assets were! She was a vixen in the bed, which I’ll realize later.

With the sexting at its peak, we decide we cannot leave it in chats anymore. We decided to find some time for us. She came home. It was a moment of fear for both of us. We knew once we step into it, there is no turning back. Also, if we get caught, it would be a disaster for both of us. She was trembling when she entered the place. I was tensed too. I hugged her, we kissed. The tension was building up. We had not reached a decision whether to proceed or not. We left it there. Both of us were too tensed to proceed further. The stars hadn’t aligned for us yet. We had to wait.

A few days later, an assignment came up at work. Both of us had to step into someone else’s shoes to make sure we both were selected to complete the work. We had to travel. The fear had not left us, but we wanted to spend time together. There was no question on that. We both traveled to another city for the assignment, and obviously, we took one apartment together. It was an amazing feeling to be left alone, no chance we could get caught. She was still in a dilemma. Once we sleep together, it’ll be hard for her to return to her husband. She told me she wouldn’t sleep with him if we ever slept together. I also was equally confused. I did not want to wreck her marriage.

On a Friday night, we went drinking. A decision we were not sure if it was right or wrong. We came home and she told her neck was paining. To be frank, I was a little excited then. The devil in me woke up. I said I’ll give her a massage. She declined. I told her it was her miss. She said she can live with that. However, our stars were getting aligned. Her neck wouldn’t stop hurting. She asked me for a massage with a condition. I’ll massage the neck and shoulders and leave it. I’ll at no point try to remove her clothes. I agreed. I wanted to take my chances. I started rubbing her neck and her shoulders. It must have felt good for her. She asked me to keep going. After a while, she asked me to rub her back. Not getting into the cliche that the strap of her bra was interrupting the massage, I continued to massage over the clothes. She asked me if I could do her legs. I agreed and I rubbed her legs as well. Half-jokingly, I asked if I should massage her ass. She agreed and I thought it might be my chance. I kept rubbing her buttocks and I was developing a hard-on.

Of little interest to you, but I have a decent cock. 6inch if I’ll push the ruler all the way down the balls. It was thick though. Getting back to the massage, I broke my promise and asked her if I could remove her jeans. She agreed. I slowly removed her jeans. I could see that she was also waiting for this. There was a spark in her eyes. She rolled onto her stomach out of shyness. I pulled down her panties in one go. There was no resistance. I slowly spread her legs and started massaging between her legs. She was already wet and waiting. I kept rubbing there with my middle finger. She was slightly moaning in acceptance. I continued to finger her for some more time. I like to watch them plead for more.

She was spreading her legs now. I went down to eat that sweet pussy. My middle finger was in her butt hole now. Slowly massaging around the hole. My tongue was exploring her pussy. It had a salty taste and smell. It didn’t stop me. I was licking her hard now. My finger now pushed into her butt hole. I could see her struggling for breath. Her husband had never done this to her. She told me this another time.

I moved her around. I pulled her tank top over her head. The bra was another flick of my hand. She’s stark naked now. I moved up to her nipples. My mouth was on one of her nipples and the other nipple was being pulled and squeezed between my fingers. She was now searching for my dick. She got hold of it, pulled it out of my pants and she got onto sucking it. It was the best feeling I ever had. She wanted me to cum in her mouth. I was not sure, whether the awkward feeling of cum in the mouth would end our relationship or whatever was going on between us. But she made me cum, left the cum in her mouth, played a little with it and spit it out. My baby was not ready to swallow…yet!

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