Five Years Ago Today

Eric Jay Fucked Buddy’s Wife, Dee

One incredible experience I can’t forget was the time when I fucked my friend’s slightly younger wife, Dee. Dee is still a curvy, strawberry blonde about 5 foot 7 inches. Very prim and proper most of the time; a good mother now to her two kids, who are two and four.

Anyways, I was on a business trip and had a chance to visit and stay overnight. I had done this before. My friend Morgan and I were old college drinking buddies, and his wife only sipped rarely. We enjoyed a great dinner, visited, shared memories, laughed, and even had some vodka with lemonade on ice. Dee had met me twice before, one time being their wedding. She watched us quietly, intently, drinking very little, often leaving the back porch to go inside the house. As evening went on, my friend got somewhat toasted, more so than I. I joked that he was getting old. He replied that he was trying to become a family man, in fact was working on making kids with Dee more recently. I was buzzing well, but drank a little less, knowing I had to leave the next morning.

At that point we all called it a day. My friend stumbled upstairs to bed, and Dee showed me their new basement bedroom and bath, where I would be staying. She smiled and said goodnight, leaving. I got unpacked and ready to sleep like a log, the vodka relaxing me. A few minutes later, I heard her come back down. I was not yet undressed, but she peeked in sheepishly anyway without asking. I noticed she was drinking, and she took a good sip from what remained of her strong drink. She asked whether everything was in order, smiling, and mentioning that her hubby was fast asleep. I thanked her, saying I was fine. Then what she said next, or slurred, caught me by surprise.

“Would you like to take me in a few minutes?” She winked, a bit tipsy, smiling with a sly invitation. She was dressed in a tank top and cut off jean shorts, barefoot.

“Ah,” I blurted out. “What, you kidding? What about Morgan?”

“Just a quickie, EJ,” she teased. “I won’t remember much anyway in the morning,” she said, finishing off the vodka and lemonade, melted ice clinking in the glass.

“Our big secret, just this one time, EJ?”

I hesitated, my blood rushing. My mind weighing the risks and rewards.

“I’ll come back in a few minutes after I put away my glass,” she teased, staring at me as she went upstairs.

Fuck, my balls tightened, my cock twitched. I had not fucked for perhaps two weeks. Maybe she won’t come back down, I reassured myself, and that would solve the dilemma.

Well, Dee proved me wrong, more tipsy than before, and soon returned to the room, kneeling on the bed’s edge, butt raised and cheeks parted. No shorts. Only her tanktop.

“Do it fast,” she whispered, looking behind her, serious but drunk.

Like a wet dream, I walked up behind her, my shorts down and cock positioned right behind her like a rattlesnake about to strike. As I watched the bedroom mirror in front of us, I could see her face, eyes closed, mouth gaping, lost in another world as I slid up into her.

“Ooooo,” I heard her whisper.

She was slick and warm and soft. I held her hips, soon rubbing her clit, belly, then groping for her soon bouncing,  soft breasts under the tank top. Her short breaths fell into sync with the squeaks of the bed, as each of my thrusts grew in frequency, intensity and confidence. Dee was mine, my bitch in heat, for a brief moment now. My pelvis slammed up against her wide, jiggling ass. Slap slap slap slap! So tight, warm, wet. Primordial pleasure built up inside me, lust mixed with the booze. As I plowed my friend’s drunk wife, my new found fear of Morgan finding us arose, making the pleasure in Dee’s smooth, hungry cunt more intense.

“Cum in me, EJ,” she cawed. “He fucked me last night. Push him out with that cock and plant your thick seed!”

The bed rattled louder, the hot sweaty coitus speeding up as I drilled her like a dog. The drive to procreate in her womb, that dark cave of immortality, blurred with my fear of getting caught and perhaps killed in a fit of rage by my old friend if he caught us in the act. Was his semen from last night still in her, helping now to lubricate my cock? Pleasure rising, it felt like my balls were in the back of my tight throat, I was so ready to explode. I kissed her neck and shoulders and squeezed her tits. Her pussy met me head on, clamping down on my lubricated purple mushroom-headed shaft. I plowed her like there was no tomorrow. It was now or never. I sensed my hot penis knocking up against her cervix, knocking on heaven’s door. Dee moaned and groaned, ancient guttural calls of pleasure.

Almost ready to pass out, I growled, “Here I come!”

I touched her soft, smooth feet, then held her waist, pumping her for dear life. Her face briefly sank into a pillow. Her toes and feet curled on the bed’s edge as I shot a thick load of my liquid life force deep inside Dee’s vagina. Like a volcano, I spilled deep inside her what felt like hot silt.  Millions of my excited tadpoles swam up inside her, flooding her fertile banks.  She grinned like a drunken whore.

I saw the clock while unloading into her. It was accomplished in less than seven minutes. Mmmmm, the intense depths of pleasure rattled me. She got up as I plopped down onto the bed exhausted and literally drained. My head spun. Her hospitality had overwhelmed me. She quickly tasted my cock, and then went back upstairs to sleep with her husband.

And we never spoke of it…

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