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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Read this on another site,and it plays out a situation that is one of my horniest fantasies.
Love it to happen to me.
Wanked over it multiple times.
This might not be the most extreme story on here, but it's 100% true.
I'm late 30s, married to a good man who has a much lower sex drive than me. I do try to be faithful and keep my wedding vows but sometimes I have a little slip up.
I have a married friend, let's call him David. We used to work together and always got on well, little bit of flirty banter but nothing more than that. Since he changed jobs we've kept in touch and try to meet up for lunch or a drink every month or so.
Around Easter we went out for a drink. He had a couple more than usual and, after one of our flirty conversations where I let slip I prefer stockings to tights, he confessed he fancies me and would love to get inside my knickers. Nothing happened that night, other than our goodbye hug was a bit less chaste than usual - rather than a brief peck on the cheek, he gripped my arse and pulled me hard against him so I could feel his hard bulge, and he kissed me on the mouth. I admit I went home that night with damp panties and fingered myself to a climax imagining what it would have been like if I'd let him fuck me!
The next day I received a text from David: "sorry if I was out of order last night, had one too many". I replied saying "not at all, I was very flattered, you're a very attractive man". He text back "it was the thought of your stockings that did it" and I, being in the mood for some naughtiness, replied "now that I know that's the effect they have on you, I'll have to wear them every time we go out." He then sent "I won't tell you what I did when I got home while I was thinking about them" and I teased "is your wrist sore this morning? " He replied, "not very, it didn't take very long!" and I said "I'll take that as a compliment!" I was starting to get turned on at the thought of him wanking while thinking of me, especially knowing I'd been doing the same thing!
We arranged to go out again for lunch this weekend just gone, and in the meantime our texts continued to get flirtier and naughtier. As last Sunday approached, he reminded me I'd promised to wear stockings and told me he was "going to check". Of course, typically Sunday was a gorgeous day, far too hot for stockings. I chose a pretty button-through summer dress with sandals instead. On the way there in the car I was so excited my panties were already dampening, but I was also determined I wasn't going to cheat. However I was intoxicated at the idea of turning David on - I've always had a thing for married men, which I'm not proud of but there we are. I decided he needed compensation for me not wearing stockings, so after I parked the car I undid a few buttons of my dress, slipped off my bra, stuffed it in my handbag and fastened my dress again, leaving an extra button undone. The dress was a light floaty material, in cream with a pale pink flower pattern, so as soon as my nipples hardened - which they did instantly as I was already turned on - they were easily visible through it. As I walked from the car park to the restaurant I got a few double takes and appreciative smiles from men I passed (and a few disapproving ones from their wives!) and one young lad shouted "nice tits love!"
David was already at the table when I arrived. We kissed and my breasts pressed against him as we hugged. "I'm disappointed, no stockings" was the first thing he said. I smiled and said "no, but I've got a different treat for you instead." He looked at me carefully and then his gaze dropped to my tits, or specifically my nipples which were poking through the flimsy fabric, and he let out a sort of half-moan, half-sigh. "You're not wearing a bra, you sexy minx."
We flirted outrageously all through lunch. I can't even remember what I ate. He asked if I was wearing "the matching knickers" and immediately I wished I'd taken them off too. He could hardly take his eyes off my tits and I made sure I leaned forward a lot so he could look down the open buttons of my dress. He asked me how I'd lost my virginity and I told him in salacious detail (that's a story for another day!), knowing by the way his eyes were glazed over with lust and he kept shifting in his seat that I was making, and keeping, him hard.
After we'd finished he suggested we went for a drive as it was such a lovely day. We were in the same car park so we agreed we'd go in his car as it was bigger and nicer, then he'd drop me off to collect mine. He drove to a secluded spot down a country lane and as he parked up I jokingly said "do you bring all your girlfriends here?" He looked at me seriously and said "no, just the ones I want to fuck."
I was so torn, I really wanted his cock inside me but I was trying so hard to be faithful. I explained my problem and David said "at least let me see your tits, you've been teasing me with them all day." I agreed this was the least I could do so I unbuttoned the top half of my dress and eased my breasts out, cupping them and pinching lightly at my erect nipples. David breathed out hard and almost absent-mindedly started rubbing his cock through his trousers. "I didn't expect them to be pink" he said, "with you having such dark hair." The realisation he'd been thinking about my tits, picturing them, sent another gush of moisture into my already wet knickers.
"Take your dress off." David said in a gruff voice. I hesitated, and he said "Please. I won't touch you if you don't want it. I just want to know what you look like naked so I can picture you properly when I have a wank." I couldn't say no to that, so I unfastened the rest of the buttons and slipped it off, leaving me in just my cream lace panties. By now David had his hand in his pants, and he didn't have to ask again...I lifted my hips up off the passenger seat and peeled my knickers off. Then I lay back, naked under his hungry gaze, feeling excited, nervous, proud and guilty all at once.
"Fuck, you're sopping," David groaned, leaning over and looking closely at my slit. I parted my legs so he could see just how wet I was, and oh God, I really needed a cock!
"Play with yourself," he said, "make yourself cum for me." Again, no touching each other involved so it wasn't really cheating. I lowered the seat until it was as flat as it would go, drew up my leg nearest the door and started stroking my swollen clit. I was so turned on I knew it wouldn't take very long. The car smelled of sex, and the only sounds were my fingers spreading my cunt juices as I fingered myself and David panting as he watched me avidly. Then I heard the driver's seat creaking and the sound of a zip being lowered. I turned my head to see David kneeling on the seat (somewhat hunched over in the cramped car, with one hand on the back of my seat) with his trousers and boxers round his knees and his fist working up and down the length of his cock, which was pointing right at me, glistening with pre-cum. It looked average length but a nice thickness, bigger than my husband's in both respects. I desperately wanted to take it in my mouth, but that would have broken my no touching rule so I resisted the temptation, somehow, but the thought of sucking his cock brought me even closer to orgasm and I worked my fingers in the fast circular motion that never fails. Staring at David's fat throbbing prick, I tensed and arched my back, feeling the familiar rush of heat and that delicious deep tingle starring in my cunt and spreading out. I came hard with a wordless wail, hips right off the seat, thighs spread apart for him letting him see every detail of my climax.
"Oh fuck yes!" he groaned again, his breathing ragged now. He shuffled some more until he was practically leaning over me, his top half bent almost double and his cock about an inch from my flushed breasts. "I'm cumming!" he gasped through gritted teeth, and then I felt warm spunk splattering across my tits as he came over them, grunting with each fresh spurt. He broke my no touching rule a little bit, as he rubbed the head of his cock against my nipples as he finished emptying his balls over me, but it wasn't penetration so I let it slide. It turns out he's the two things I love most in that situation - a heavy cummer, and a noisy cummer.
Once he'd finished spurting over my tits, David shuffled back and practically collapsed onto his own seat. He soon sat up again and took notice as I carefully scooped up as much of his cum from my breasts as I could, licking it off my fingers and swallowing it. He kept muttering "fuck, that's so hot" as he watched.
Eventually, when I was as clean as I could be, I put my underwear and dress back on, with some difficulty in the enclosed space, and David drove me back to where my car was parked. We arranged to meet again next weekend and I've promised to smuggle one of my vibrators out in my handbag so he can watch me use it on myself and then he wants to lick it clean afterwards...it's not cheating if there's no penetration, right? |
