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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was always a fantasy of mine to stumble across a friend who happened to swing. Being married now and a swinger in a previous life, I had wondered what would happen if I found someone... And indeed if we would play. After all, the thrill of the chase kept me signed up, not the actual playing. My fantasies were enough to keep me from playing out. I could wank a few times a day - especially with a good story or a hangover.
I have known you for years, best friends who have shared everything but never played. How was I so blind though, you were such a naughty girl and took joy in describing your sexual stories with me, we had tension that we never commented on. You were best friends with my wife, I couldn't make an advance but we always shared stories and enjoyed pushing the flirtatious boundary until one of us felt awkward or one of us got caught. I never would cross the boundary though. How was I so blind that we were on the verge of playing.
Was it a surprise when you d*unkenly told me about your new conquest after being driven home from the pub. You've slept with so many of our friends it shouldn't be a shock. You arranged a meeting with your new boss, it was clear you wanted guys to line up, and use you one by one. But it sounded like you wanted to talk about it with me in more detail that any of the adventures you'd done before. About how he had bent you over the counter in the store, and you had no idea what would happen next but your lips were wet with anticipation. Your tongue moistened your mouth as you let the first guy stroke your cheek. You sucked his fingers as another guy entered your glistening pussy with his. You spread your legs accepting another finger in your cute wet slit, and you blushed as you told me in detail how your mouth opened over the first guys cock, and you knew at that moment that this wasn't a cock you'd sucked before - which made it more exciting now. You might know him, but you have no idea with the blindfold.
You noticed I squirmed in my seat and smiled shyly didn't you. I wasn't being coy or a prude, I was taking in all the details so that I could wank when I got home after this journey... So when you told me that the second guy held your pussy open as he rubbed the tip of his cock slowly across that cute shaven slit, did you think I wouldn't pull my legs together trying to hide the growing trouser bulge? Did you expect the fake cough to disguise anything other than misdirecting your d*unken attention away from said bulge? Did you think I wouldn't be wet from precum?
You whispered in my ear "My slit begged for his hard cock..." And I exhaled with a silent stutter - no words exited but my breath was so uneven you knew I enjoyed hearing it... If you took note.
"The second two guys didn't hang about. They played with my tits whilst I blindly measured their cocks with my teasing fingers... I was going to have them in my used cunt soon" Another exhale and squeeze of my thighs. You heard that one and you acknowledged it with a d*unken giggle.
"If you don't stop, you'll make me cum" I replied in a low, whispered tone - as if ashamed I was flirting beyond the boundary. "I bet I can think of a way to help" you teased.
I glanced at your mouth - used by so many guys before and I wanted to feel that tongue loop around my cock as you enjoyed the precum that was increasing.
"If you don't stop, you'll be bent over my bonnet, and I'll fill that tight snatch up, dear. Be careful!" I joked. Oh no, I'm assertive and dominant, and I know you want a guy to use you and your cunt. I've just lit the blue paper, I've said it and started something that can't be undone. Your pussy will feel lovely as it slips around my cock, your wet lips pulsing to each thrust that slips in. My mind works overtime as I undress you. Did you remember showing me those photos your ex took of you, telling me what he did after? Am I bluffing? I glance over and you're looking down at your feet in the footwell...
Shit. I crossed the line too far.
"Let's pull over a sec" you say quietly. I nod and pull in to a nearby car park and you get out without saying a word. Your jeans fill my headlights as you light a cigarette and perch on the bonnet. I turn the engine and lights off, I sigh, and I exit the vehicle...
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