Fucking ex-wife’s friend

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This happened maybe 25 or so years ago. My wife had become friends with a woman I’ll call Nancy. When we got to know her she was in a relationship with a guy who we thought was sort of a dork. Nancy eventually came to the same conclusion, broke up with the guy, moved to another city a day’s drive away, and got herself a good job.

Some months later I had occasion to go to the same city for a f****y wedding, and made arrangements with Nancy to stay at her apartment so I wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel room. I got there the day before the wedding and that first night duly slept on Nancy’s couch. We had a nice visit, but it was just chat.

The next evening, when I got to her apartment after the wedding, she had a small party going on. Which she’d told me would be happening. I joined in, met a bunch of her new friends, and generally had a nice time. After everyone else left Nancy excused herself and went into her bedroom to change into something more comfortable. She came back wearing a fairly loose-fitting long caftan sort of thing. I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had beautiful big tits, probably at least 38D. I’d lusted after them for as long as I’d known her and loved seeing them flop freely under the dress.

At this time I, too, was about to embark on a new phase of life, having just accepted a good job offer that would also require relocation. We sat on her sofa and talked about life’s changes and challenges, and shared our dreams for the future. After awhile though, she said, very wistfully: &#034But I’m tired of being alone. I want someone to share my life with.&#034

She looked so downcast that I reached out to her, took her in my arms, and gave her a big hug. Soon she was returning the hug, and then we began to kiss. Which quickly became a long, deep kiss, with our tongues buried in each other’s mouths. Oh my, this was good. Epecially so for being so unexpected.

But then things got even better. Much better. She broke the kiss, leaned back, reached down to the hem of her caftan, and pulled it over her head. I literally gasped, both with surprise and with real delight at finally being able to see those beautiful tits. And they were beautiful! Every bit as lovely as I’d expected them to be. This woman was simply attractive in all ways and seeing her sitting there wearing only panties was almost more than I could bear.

We kissed again and, of course, my hands found their way to her breasts. Damn, they were fine! My wife at the time had only small B cup tits, and she was stingy about letting me fondle them. I was in heaven. Or on my way there. I soon replaced my hands with my mouth and I reveled in the size and firmness of her tits. They were magnificent!

After a bit of that Nancy said: &#034Take off your pants.&#034 She didn’t have to ask twice. When I got them off she did her own bit of gasping. &#034Oh god you have a beautiful cock,&#034 she said. &#034I haven’t had any since I moved away.&#034 She went right down and took me in her mouth. Another step towards heaven. Then she sat up and wrapped those gorgeous tits around my cock and let me fuck them for awhile.

&#034Let’s go into my bedroom,&#034 she said after a bit. Which we did, where we continued playing with each other’s bodies. She sucked my cock some more, and then I went down on her. Damn, her cunt was tasty! And I loved the view I got of her big tits that I got as I had my face buried between her legs.

We both dearly wanted to fuck, but because she was friends with my wife she was hesitant about going through with it. Instead she said &#034I want to masturbate for you.&#034 And proceeded to do so. This was the first time I’d ever watched a woman get herself off; my wife would never so much as touch her pussy for me, mo matter how often I asked. So of course I started working on myself too as I knelt next to her.

About the time Nancy hit her orgasm I hit mine, and I painted those lovely tits with a big load of cum. Once she caught her breath she took my cock in her mouth again, sucked out the remaining cum, and cleaned my cock with her tongue. I returned the favor and licked all my cum off her tits, giving her a series of deep kisses to share the cum with her. What did I say about getting to heaven?

We both soon drifted off to sl**p, naked together in her bed. But I was still turned on enough that when I woke up in the middle of the night I reached over and put my hand on her pussy, cupping her mons in my hand. She was sl**ping lightly too, and soon stirred. She took my hand and rubbed it against her clit.

&#034Oh god,&#034 she said, &#034I need to get fucked so badly. I don’t care about anything else…just go ahead and fuck me! Please! Now!&#034

Who am I to refuse a lady’s request? I climbed on top of her, shoved my hard cock into her very, very wet cunt, and fucked the bejesus out of her! Oh yeah, she needed a good fucking all right. She moaned and screamed and begged me to fuck her harder, and said how much she loved my cock.

She came within a couple of minutes, but I didn’t. And she told me she wanted more. I flipped her over and took her doggy style. She picked up where she’d left off with her moaning and crying, begging me to fuck her harder! Faster! Deeper! &#034Give it to me!&#034 Her neighbors must have had a good time listening to her.

This time I didn’t last very long. I rammed into her harder than ever until I had a powerful orgasm. Even though I’d already cum just a few hours before this, I had enough of a load that she told me she could feel my cum shooting into her.

We fell asl**p again soon after this. In the morning we played with each other just a bit more–she loved licking my cock clean and tasting both my cum and her cunt juices on it–but then I had to be on my way. We got together again a few times after this and though we enjoyed a bit of playing with each other’s bodies we never fucked again. She eventually found a good man and is now happily married.

I still think about her and would dearly love to have another round or two with her. But, if nothing else, I still have memories of the one night of heavenly bliss that she gave me. I still sometimes use thoughts of that night to get myself off.

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