This comes from an older (and married) friend of mine. Sometimes, I use it with variations as a masturbatory fantasy. Sometimes, I imagine I am her. Her name is Cath, and when I told her that her story might sit well here, she gave me permission to write it ONLY if I used her real name. (I think she wants to read it herself later!) She also wanted me to write it as if I am her....I don’t know how well that’s going to work, but hey....
Hi. My name is Cath. I’m 30, and married (partially happily) to a guy called Chris. Our sex life is okkay, but not what I’d call mindblowing.....until the other Sunday morning. On the Saturday night, I had gone out to a club with a girl friend. We had intended just to dance, and have a few drinks, but we got hit on by a couple of guys. Honestly, we usually do when we go clubbing, but we usually politely brush off any sexual advances. I don’t know why, but on that Saturday night, we didn’t. We ended up back at a flat, and Jackie disappeared into a bedroom with one of the guys, leaving me with the other guy in the lounge. It wasn’t long before we could hear the noises of Jackie getting it in the bedroom, and well, it weakened any resolve I might have had. My guy kissed me, and then I felt his hand travelling up my tights. I remember parting my legs willingly for him telling myself that we wouldn’t go all the way. Oops....we did. Not that we got undressed! It was one of those panties to the side and go for it jobs. Fast, furious (and totally fucking amazing) screwing. I came at least five times before I felt him tense and ask where he could cum. I must have been carried away with the moment, because I said “Inside me! Cum in me!” Which is how I got to be home, totally and literally shagged out at 5:00am. I just shucked my tights, top and skirt and fell into bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow. My husband works in the evenings, and usually gets to bed around 2:00am so at the weekend, neither of us are early risers. This Sunay, however, I woke to find him between my legs and licking me out. I immediately remembered the previous night and panicked. Then he said this. ”Do you remember a few years ago, we had sex, and you got very turned on when I told you about my first time? I asked you if you would like to see me with another girl. You said “No, Maybe, Yes” in short order. At the time, I just left it because I didn’t know if I could cope with the idea of you being fucked by another man.” He looked down at my soaked panties “ well, now I know”, and he went back to licking me out. I came and then he fucked me through the bed, but wanted me to call him the name of the guy I'd fucked last night. (College Girl) Well, that’s the story as she told it to me. But AS she told it to me, you can’t imagine what was going on in my head....you probably CAN imagine what was going on between my legs. I was so fucking horny. I remember going to her bathroom, sitting on the toilet and looking at the huge wet patch in my panties. I had in my mind her, on her back on that guy's floor, panties aside and just being fucked for the sheer joy of it. But as I frantically rubbed one out on her toilet, what made me cum was the idea of her husband shooting his load up with the other guy's! And yes, when I came back downstairs, Cath knew exactly what I’d done in her bathroom.
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