HER HUSBAND DID ME

Elise married; had two children; and quit her corporate job to raise them— she was the type who thought children needed a full-time Mom and she prided herself for doing this. Her best friend Millicent wanted to be married but she was the career type go getter.

Elise and Millicent were the best of friends. Even though Millicent’s job took her all around the country, the two remained close.

Elise’s husband, Tom, was a nice upstanding professional in the metropolitan area they lived—yet, he had a secret life. One of Tom’s secrets began to manifest itself during one of Millicent’s visits with the family she had grown to love.

Millicent was asleep in one of the guest bedrooms where Tom kept his clothes. This particular morning, Tom knocked on the bedroom door to ensure Millicent was decent before he entered. She was asleep. Tom entered the room and went to his walk-in closet to get clothes so he could dress for work. Millicent stirred in the bed. Tom hoped she had awakened.

He only had a towel wrapped around his waist. She moved again in the bed. Her eyes opened slowly and she pretended she was still asleep. It was as if Tom sensed that she was awake. He let his towel drop to the floor revealing his nakedness. Millicent was startled. Why was he doing this? Why was he jeopardizing the relationship between her and Elise?

Tom turned towards Millicent’s bed. She saw all of his naked arousal. His big ole cock was so stiff as if it were waving good morning to her. Millicent found it hard to process Tom’s actions. He had a gorgeous wife; beautiful children; a lovely home; a successful career; clout in the community; and a seemingly happy marriage. What more did he want?

Tom approached the bed where Millicent lay. As his cock neared her face, he reached down and took her face and offered her a taste of him. At first she hesitated with a hint of disgust—after all he was her best friend’s husband. But, he had slid his big hand under the cover beginning to caress Mil’s perky breasts.

Part of Millicent wanted to stop and call out to Elise; but, part of her was curious about Tom’s sexual prowess. As he fondled her breasts, he knelt down—being 6’7” he had to adjust to Millicent’s 5’6” stature—and nuzzled under the covers until his head was between her thighs licking like a man in the desert thirsting for water.

Millicent did not want to give in mentally; but, her body caved. She grinded on his face as he ate her up. He lapped her like she had never been eaten before. Her wetness was like nothing she’d ever experienced—probably from the idea that he was off limits. After all, he was her best friend’s husband.

Oh! He stuck one of his thick long fingers in her hot twat. He was an expert. He stimulated her g-spot and caused her to cum several times. Millicent’s body enjoyed the sexual sensations while she kept her eyes on the door. Tom then kissed her while still exploring everything inside her pussy with his huge finger.

They both were full of lust. Tom picked her up and moved her over in the bed and turned her back to him. He caressed her ass and he slowly fingered her little star. She was about to lose it—the excitement of the taboo. He pulled her ass up to his mouth and licked the opening of it while he skillfully played with her clit—occasionally dipping that big finger of his inside her wetness. She gasped.

He told her that he had watched her for years and wanted her so badly. Every time she visited it took all that he had to not let her know. He told her how much he admired her for all her business accomplishments; her sophistication and style. These compliments hit Millicent’s brain like nothing she’d experienced. No one had ever sung praises about what she’d accomplished. Why did it have to be Tom, Elise’s husband?

As he continued to tell her how proud he was of her, he lifted her 5’6” frame onto his 6’7” body sitting her down on his hard thick pulsating cock. He moved inside her like he’d found a prize winning pussy or something. She was still in shock mentally. But, her body responded to his and the compliments he dished out.

He fucked and fucked her. Soon she was fucking him back in return. He brought her to a climatic brink and flipped her over onto her back and lapped her juices as they squirted out of her. He kissed her forehead and got out of the bed to proceed to dress for work. Millicent lay there in shock and satisfaction wondering how to process this all.

Tom leaned down and tongued her pussy from the bottom of her slit to the top of her clit telling her that he would think about her all day as her scent occasionally passed his nostril. Then he closed the door behind him as he left the guest bedroom.

Has your friend’s spouse or partner acted on a sexual attraction they had for you? OR Have you acted on an attraction to your spouse’s or partner’s friend?

STROKE IT

Jim’s insecurities stemmed from growing up as a small town poor boy from the wrong side of the tracks. He wanted to wipe away the shame and humiliation of being poor by showing the world that he was now calling the shots. But, no matter how successful he became; how many super deals he closed; how many accolades he received, the insecurity remained—it gnawed at him. He didn’t know that all he needed was attention, admiration, adoration, and appreciation.

He carried himself with confidence; therefore, his insecurities weren’t apparent. Even his high school sweetheart, Diane, who he married some decades ago when she completed high school a year after him, could not tell.

As a teen, he was very shy with the girls—he felt Diane was his only salvation. You’d be unable to tell that a man as handsome, brilliant, and humble as Jim would ever have a problem attracting any woman.

If Diane had known that he felt insecure about anything, she would have done everything in her power to ensure that he never felt that way again. But, there was no way for him to express how he felt to Diane or anyone. He had no words for it. He didn’t know he could feel differently since the success hadn’t cured it.

Diane became ill—not terminally; but too ill for them to have sex; too ill for him to hold her. So, he satisfied his sexual side by viewing porn; that way, he was not really cheating on Diane—something he swore he’d never do—not him.

The porn site offered customers more benefits than movies—like hooking up with women for sex. His cynical mind told him this was a bunch of crock. He did a little test to see how unreal these folks must be in there offer to connect people for the sake of sex.

He clicked the site’s instant messaging button. Night after night he’d page women and get no response. It validated his belief that no one could possibly hook-up via a site just to have sex.

One night, he paged a woman in a town not too far from him. He’d read her profile and found her to be amusing and clever more than anything. Since he never had anyone respond to his pages before, he decided to page her—why should tonight be any different. She answered! Go figure.

She chat fucked him to death—he matched her word-for-word. Jim had never experienced his cock being so hard—he was instantly addicted. He could tell it was all about him as she typed each word; such undivided attention from someone; an erection that could cut a diamond; wads of cum all over his lap. WOW! This was hot.

When he went to bed that night he slept like a baby—he hadn’t slept like that in years.

The next morning, he jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. He stroked his softened penis as he thought of the naughty words the mystery lady typed to him. Ahhh, she was so hot and so arousing. His dick hardened as the water shot out of all of the shower heads in the elaborate shower in his and Diane’s dream home. He went limp when he thought of Diane. How could he think of another woman when the love of his life was there with him? They’d been together through thick and thin.

He got dressed and drove to work. He kept thinking about getting home to get online to see if the hot sexy typing woman from last night would be on again tonight. His dick stiffened at just the thought of the words she used about him—how she wanted him to fuck her; how she’d take his cock in her hot wet mouth and suck him until he exploded. Uhm, he wanted to lick her pussy; he wanted to do things with her that he would never ask his precious wife, Diane, to do—he’d be too embarrassed. The woman on the site made him feel more alive than he’d ever felt before with the attention she gave him. He had to have more.

What more do you need?

ARE YOU KINKY?

I sauntered through the spa doors for my scheduled massage. The receptionist led me to the massage room asking me to undress and drape the cover across my naked backside. She told me to make myself comfortable and to lay face down (ass up) on the table. She said my massage specialists would be in soon to relieve my tension.

The specialist entered the room after faintly knocking on the door. He informed me of his every move—putting me at ease as he massaged the tension from each part of my body.

His hands felt so good. He knew his craft. It was perfect because I needed all the kinks to be worked out of my tensed body. I relaxed with each stroke of his hands. He rubbed my shoulders working his way down my back.

When he came to the small of my back, a water dam broke between my legs.

Oh, no. Shit, he knows that I am sexually aroused. It seemed like he rubbed the small of my back for hours as cum gushed out of me like a raging river. It spewed out of my pussy covering my inner thighs and ran down onto the table. I knew he smelled it. There’s just a distinct aroma that cum has—see, you smell it now--LOL.

If he did smell it, he played it off and kept giving me what I came there for. He rolled the draped cover up from my ankles to the top of my thighs. The cum continued to gush out of my horny ass pussy.

He massaged my feet; rotated my ankles, kneaded my calves, slightly slid my legs apart so he could get to my thighs. OMG! I I felt a sensational wave go through me—my nipples tingled; my clit swelled; my pussy throbbed; and the cum flowed.

He massaged the back of my thighs. I could sense the moment he felt the wetness. Oh, shit, I thought I would die from embarrassment. His massaging slowed. He lingered between my thighs playing in my cum! WTF? I wanted to explode again. Is this my imagination or do I feel his hands creeping further up grazing my pussy lips? Yep! I couldn’t take it anymore.

I set straight up on the table and apologized to him without mentioning what I was apologizing for—he knew. He assured me that it was alright. Then the unimaginable happened. He asked me if I wanted him to take care of “that”. Take care of what? He smirked and said he could help me relieve more tension by taking care of me between my thighs. I told him I didn’t think this was that kind of establishment. He said he wouldn’t tell if I didn’t.

My horniness got the best of me. I stretch out once again on my stomach with the draped cover across my ass and spread my legs for him to take care of me between my thighs.

His hands returned to the inside of my thighs as I moaned with pleasure. He gently rubbed my pussy lips and slipped his finger deep inside of me—ahhhh. He took his finger out and lightly spanked my ass repeatedly. I winced with each smack. Not because it was painful but because it aroused the hell out of me. Each spank caused my ass to rise off the table.

He then took both of his hands and spread my ass cheeks; bent down and stuck his long hard tongue deep off in my pussy—moving in and out—tongue fucking me till I squirted all in his mouth.

Ahh, my body went limp. The tension was gone. What a difference an unlisted item on the massage menu can make. I think I’ll request him on my next spa visit.

Are YOU up for a massage to get the kinks out?