At the time, my husband and I were having some pretty serious marital problems. I'll save you all the details and just say things kind of spiraled when we had kids. We loved each other and our children, but we disconnected somewhere along the way like so many other couples. Basically, the ‘spark' was just gone.
We even looked into swinging. To this day, I'm not sure it's something either of us really wanted, but we tried because everything else seemed to be failing. It just created more problems and drove us further apart. We divorced shortly after.
That takes me back to our neighbors. As a mom working a full-time job and juggling two kids with activities galore, it was almost impossible. My ex-husband had moved out and had the kids every weekend, but Ryan and Lindsey, the new neighbors, became two people willing to help and gave me someone to lean on. When needed, they would help getting the kids to practices or games, making dinner if I had to work late, even assisting with homework. I was so thankful.
During this transition in my life is where I also noticed things getting away from me some physically. I've always prided myself on my appearance, and at 37 years old I was still proud of my body and shape. But, and mom's know what I'm talking about when I throw in that but, the female body changes when you don't pay as much attention and have birthed multiple kids.
One Friday night, after a particularly long week, I was over at Ryan and Lindsey's sitting on the deck and drinking wine. To them, I complained about needing to work out and getting that spark back. The last two years of my marriage were tough on me mentally, and in the six months since my ex-husband had been gone, I literally didn't make time for myself. Even on weekends when the kids were away I found myself trying to catch up on work and almost being anti-social. Plus, I was just tired. Maybe even a little depressed.
Ryan was a track athlete in college. He reminded me a little of my ex-husband when he was 25. Very good-looking, in shape, confident and with a bit of a baby face. I'll be the first to admit when he mowed the yard shirtless I didn't exactly look away. His 6'2" frame, broad shoulders and tight abs were easy to notice. I have to think I wasn't the only mom in the neighborhood who didn't spend at least some of her time admiring him.
Lindsey is what I would call a little sparkplug. She only stood about 5'4" or so, and like Ryan she too was an athlete in college, having played soccer. While she didn't necessarily ‘wow' you with her good looks on the surface, she was quite attractive. Her body was hard and tight in all the right places. Even going back to my college days, if there was one thing I noticed about the female soccer players then, it was that traditionally their legs were works of art. The same could be said for Lindsey. Her tan complexion only added to her beauty.
Maybe it was because I was a little sexually frustrated that sometimes I caught myself admiring them, so I thought. I mean, I was hardly a prude sexually, as far as I was concerned. By the time I had reached college there were a few male, sexual partners. I even casually experimented with girls in high school and college, although it never went beyond the kissing and heavy-petting stages. Saying I was curious in those formative years is very much fair. When my husband and I looked at the swinging lifestyle, I'll be the first to admit being with a woman kind of gave me a different --- and better --- kind of excitement. Even then, it never led me to actually being ‘with' another woman.
So as I stated earlier, I vented my frustrations to them about needing to get in better shape, and even having to get myself back out there. And by out there, I meant dating again. While I had my kids and a lucrative career, I really had no one to fill that emotional void. They suggested that I join a dating site.
"A dating site?" I mockingly asked. "That just seems so cliché."
"It does," said Lindsey. "But so many dating sites these days are technically-driven to search for what you want."
"What are you looking for?" asked Ryan.
That was actually a great question, because I didn't really know.
"Honestly, I have no clue," I said. "I'm passed the age where I can go to a bar and meet a random person like me. I mean, I'm 37 years old, divorced and with two kids still at home. People don't beat down the door for a woman with baggage like me."
"Oh please, Megan!" Lindsey exclaimed. "First off, you don't have baggage. You have two beautiful kids and a successful career. You're not the first mom to get divorced. Second, you look great! I can only hope and pray I look as good as you when I'm 37. Lastly, do you really want a relationship right now, or do you need a one-night stand?" she asked with a smile.
"Lindsey!" I shot back. "You know I'm just an innocent, hard-working mom. When would I have time for something like that?" I said partially jokingly.
They both laughed.
To be honest, part of me wondered if that wasn't exactly what I needed. In truth, it had been over six months since the last time I had sex, and the last time was with my now ex-husband. I'd say the last year we were together the sex was just to say we had sex. The passion was pretty much gone. Really, it was probably over two years since I would say I was ‘fucked' really good.
"In all honesty, maybe I'll just have to invest in Energizer batteries. They keep my vibrator going, at least," I joked.
Ryan shook his head as his faced turned red.
"Oh my god, Megan," Lindsey laughed. "I love you!"
Even though they were both over 10 years my juniors, they still got me and I was able to laugh with them. Truthfully, if it wasn't for them, I'm not sure how I would have gotten through that dark time in my life.
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A few months had passed. From a social/dating standpoint, not much had changed. But I hadn't been in a better physical state since before I had given birth to my first child.
Ryan and Lindsey made it their personal mission to get me back in shape and feeling confident. About three to four evenings a week I ran with both or one of them in our neighborhood. On the nights we didn't run it would be working out at the local gym. There were even mornings I was waking up at 5am and either running or going to the club by myself. I became engrossed. It felt so good having a passion again besides just work and my kids.
Just as everything seemed to be coming together, it started crashing down again. One night after a long workout, the three of us enjoyed the cool, evening breeze on their deck with a cold drink. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something felt off with the two of them, so I just came out and said something.
"Is everything ok tonight with you two," I asked. "Something feels different, and I can't tell what it is."
They both looked at each other, kind of in one of those "should I tell her or do you want to?" looks.
"Well, Megan, a few months ago when I went away on that business trip to Georgia, I got to know one of my regional managers pretty well," said Ryan. "Anyway, we stayed in contact and talked more, and last week he offered me a position in Atlanta to be right under him and oversee our branch down there."
I was pretty sure I knew where this was going, but before I could say anything, Lindsey spoke up.
"What Ryan is trying to say is that, this opportunity is just one he and we can't pass on. We're moving to Atlanta next month," she said.
I was pretty sure that's where this was going. They had been a little ‘off' all evening.
"We're so sorry, Megan," Ryan said.
"What do the two of you have to be sorry about?" I asked. "This is your career, Ryan, and you have to do what it best for you and your wife."
"We know," interrupted Lindsey. "But we've been struggling trying to find a way to tell you. We love you, your kids and how we've become such great friends. We also love helping you because you're such a great mom and person. We're really sad we're not going to be here anymore. That's why this is so hard for us. A year ago this would have been so easy, but now it's not. It's not at all. And that's because we've become so close with you and the kids."
I could hear the sincerity in their voices. And while I was putting up a brave front, I was torn up inside. I could never thank them for everything they had meant to me over the last year. They had becomes great friends.
"I'm really, really happy for the two of you," I said as I got up to give Lindsey a hug.
We had a long embrace as tears overcame both of us. I like to think they weren't just tears of sadness, but tears of true friendship, too. When I finished hugging Lindsey, I embraced Ryan. My friends were leaving.
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A month goes by in the blink of an eye. When you think of 30 days you think it's a long time, but that's usually not the case. The last of Ryan and Lindsey's things had been loaded onto their moving truck and were headed south.
My kids went to stay with their dad a day early so Ryan and Lindsey could stay at my place Thursday and Friday evening being that their house was empty, before starting their drive for Atlanta on Saturday morning.
Friday evening I had decided to throw them a small going away party with some of our other neighbors they had gotten to know at my place. We just snacked, fired up the grill, enjoyed some drinks and did a lot of laughing on the deck.
Being that the two of them wanted to be on the road at the crack of daylight the party ended earlier than you would think. Lindsey helped me clean up inside, while Ryan packed the last of their things into their SUV.
"I think we should have one more drink before turning in for the night, what do you think Megan?" Lindsey asked me.
"You're the one's who have to be on the road early," I replied. "But you know I'm open for it."
We retired to the living room to relax and enjoy one last evening before they headed out. Ryan had changed into some workout shorts and cut-off t-shirt that showed off those muscular biceps. Lindsey and I were both also casually dressed, wearing shorts and dressier tops than clung tightly to us, showing off our ‘goods', if you will.
Maybe it was just my natural hormones, or the bottle plus of wine I'd consumed, but there was a certain sexiness to both of them sitting together on the couch, her legs splayed over his lap as he rubbed her delicate feet.
"You see," I said bravely and sarcastically at the same time, "those are the little things I miss."
"What's that?" Lindsey asked curiously.
"Oh, just a simple end-of-the-night foot rub. It's been forever, well that and other things," I joked.
The three of us laughed.
"If you want a foot rub, you should get a foot rub," said Lindsey back to me. "And if Ryan isn't willing to do it, then I can. Although I'll admit, he's much better at it than I am."
"He doesn't have to do that. I was just joking," I said.
"But Ryan, you'll give her a foot rub if she wants, right?" Lindsey asked him.
I could tell Ryan was a little uncomfortable, but he was so cute trying to act like he wasn't.
"Sure," he said. "I mean, if you need a foot rub I can give you one, Megan."
I wasn't sure. Now, let me be the first to admit that this scenario I had played out in my mind before. Remember, I recently turned 38 years old and have gone over two years without pretty much any kind of intimacy. I've also pictured in my mind what playing with one, or both of them, could be like. Were they, maybe, thinking the same thing as me?
"I'm afraid to pass up this opportunity," I replied as I stood up out of my chair. "The closest thing to a foot rub I've had lately is when I go and get my monthly pedicure, and that's not close to the same."
Lindsey scooted down the couch to one arm rest and Ryan to the middle. That way I was able to sit on the opposite end of her.
My head rested back and Ryan rubbed my feet. The attention to detail was magnificent. I hate sounding like a broken record and reminding everyone of my non-existent sex life, but hey, it's true. Even though this was nothing more than some hands hitting pressure points, it had me revved up. And being that Ryan's wife was sitting on the other side of the couch just made it hotter.
The foot massage went on for about 10 to 15 minutes as the three of us talked. I tried staying in tune to the conversation, but admittedly my mind was a little lost in space. For all the men out there....give your wife occasional foot massages. There's nothing like it, and I promise, they'll probably thank you later. (There, that's my PSA.)
"Enjoying yourself," Lindsey asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"Very much so," I replied. "I feel as though this is a lost art so many men forget about. My ex-husband didn't give me a foot rub the last three or four years we were together."
"That sounds terrible," Lindsey said. "I make Ryan give me one almost daily. There's nothing like it after being on my feet almost all day. Besides, I think he likes it. He doesn't tell me that, but I have my suspicions."
"He must love it or he wouldn't do it," I remarked. "Or, he's just a great husband. Probably both, and that's a good thing for you."
"Oh, I can tell he's liking it right now," she said.
"How so?" I asked as my head was back on the arm rest as I gazed at the ceiling, being unsure what she could be talking about.
"Just look," she replied.
When I lifted my head I could see her rubbing her feet over his lap, with an obvious bulge barely being contained by his shorts. Ryan remained quiet as my eyes watched Lindsey's pretty, painted feet rub his cock through his shorts.
I didn't know what to say. I was already a little lightheaded from the copious amounts of wine I'd indulged in throughout the evening.
"Do you want to see it?" Lindsey asked.
Wow! Of course, yes, I did. But how had we gotten to this point?
"Are the two of you seducing me?" I asked looking both of them in the eyes.
"What if we are?" Ryan asked back, speaking for the first time in a while.
"Hold on. What is this? Why?" I asked.
"I don't know," Lindsey replied. "We like you. We've seen the way you look at us, and believe me when I say this, but we've looked the same way at you."
"We think this is something that could be fun for all three of us," Ryan said. "But we've always been afraid to make a move."
Lindsey chimed in, "and now that we're leaving, we thought we'd go for it and see if you're interested too."
I was still confused, and damnit that wine. It wasn't helping. Of course, deep down I knew I wasn't just interested, I actually was jumping at the chance in my mind.
"So what do we do?" I asked.
"Is that you saying, you're interested?" shot back Ryan.
"Well, for a minute, let's say I am. I just want to know what the boundaries here are," I replied.
"Well," mused Lindsey. "We've talked about this before, and I'd say the only thing we're not ready for is you having sex with Ryan. But everything else is fair game. I've been with girls before, but Ryan and I have never done anything like this. We've talked about it a lot, and really, until now we've never known someone where we'd be comfortable with doing this. Does that make sense?"
While I was a little drunk, I felt as though I had sobered up some. And let me tell you, I was as hot as I'd been in a long, long time. Here's this gorgeous couple, asking me to have a threesome with them. And to boot, they're in their mid-20's and I'm pushing 40. Was this really real?
"So you're officially asking me to join the two of you?" I asked with a dirty and seductive grin.
"Yes," replied Lindsey.
Before Lindsey gave me any time to respond or say no, she sat up and took Ryan's cock out of his shorts. It was a beautiful sight. Not only is he attractive, he was blessed downstairs. His cock was cleanly shaved and appeared to be almost eight inches in length. In the back of my mind I couldn't help wonder how someone Lindsey's size was able to take that whole thing inside her.
I kind of stared and watched as she stroked it with her right hand. She was so gentle. Ryan's breathing was getting heavier by the second.
"Do you want to touch it, too?" Lindsey asked me.
I just nodded my head. Of course, I did. But I didn't want to look too eager, even though it's all I could think about. I sat up to move in closer, but I must have shown some apprehension.
"It's ok," reassured Lindsey. "I know Ryan wants you to, and I want to see it, as well.
"It looks beautiful," I said reaching out my left hand for Ryan's hard member.
He cooed as I made contact and lightly stroked it. Lindsey's eyes became fixated on my hand as it moved up and down up husband's cock.
"That's so hot," she said. "Do you like it honey?" she asked her husband.
"I love it," he responded, giving me more confidence. "Come here," he told his wife.
The two of them locked their lips and shared a passionate kiss. I felt a little uncomfortable and wondered what I should do next. They helped alleviate it when they broke their kiss and Ryan leaned in to me. My breathing had become heavier when our lips met and our tongues lightly shared our saliva. Lindsey, while I kissed her husband, kneaded my breasts over my shirt.
"Let's get this off of you," she said, lifting the shirt over my head as it caused my kiss with Ryan to end.
"You look a little overdressed," Ryan said to his wife. "Let me help you with that."
He lifted her shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. I love Lindsey's body. She was still wearing her bra, but I wanted to feel those ample breasts. Being more brave I reached across Ryan to feel his wife's chest. In flash, almost as if we had forgot Ryan was there, the two of us shared our first kiss with each other.
Kissing a woman is so much different than kissing a man. I'll refrain from saying it's better, but there's a certain erotic aura that comes over you. The passion and gentleness of it all is beyond words. While we kissed both of us caressed Ryan's now engorged cock, which believe it or not, was even bigger than I had originally thought.
"How on earth does this thing fit in you?" I asked Lindsey breaking our kiss.
"Oh, it fits," she replied. "And it feels incredible!"
I was so hot, but still had a lot of clothes on. It was like I was having an out-of-body experience when I stood up and unclasped by bra. I couldn't wait for one of them to do it.
"Your tits look amazing, Megan," Lindsey commented.
"I've wondered about these for over a year," Ryan said, making my pussy just drip hearing those words come out of his mouth.
Their hands were like animals on my breasts. But nice, good animals. Not too rough, but rough enough to tell me they wanted more of me.
"This couch might be a little uncomfortable," I said. "Should we go to my room?"
No one answered because we all knew what we wanted. We just got up and headed to the bedroom. There wasn't even time to change anyone's mind.
"I hope no one cares, but I'm taking this stuff," Lindsey said walking through the door.
Off came her bra as Ryan and I collapsed into the bed. Lindsey was so hot. Her perky tits were no more than mid-size B-cup, but they fit her small body perfect. She just glowed with sexual confidence. I could tell she wasn't going to waste our time with a striptease. In one, swift motion her shorts and panties were dropped to the floor as she joined us on the bed.
Before going further she removed Ryan's t-shirt. Now I was the only one with any clothes still remaining and they both noticed.
"Something doesn't seem right here," Lindsey said seductively looking into my eyes.
That was the first time I felt any awkwardness. I knew I didn't want this to stop, but both of them undressing me had me feeling somewhat self-conscious. They both were between my legs as Lindsey unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my legs. The giant wet spot on my panties clearly gave away my excitement.
"Someone is feeling hot," Lindsey said. "Do you mind if Ryan and I have a taste?"
Believe it or not, but I almost orgasmed hearing her ask that. They peeled off my thong to witness my glistening hole in all its glory.
"I'm going to have Ryan start," Lindsey commented. "He's much better at that than me."
When his tongue lightly touched my tickle spot I let out a loud moan. In over 20 years of being sexually active, never have I cum from such little stimulation. My body shuddered in a mind-blowing orgasm and Ryan kept his tongue moving over my clit.
Lindsey had laid down beside me and the two of us shared another kiss. Our naked bodies rubbing up against one another had me close to orgasming again. And Ryan could sense it. He lifted my ass off the bed and stuck his tongue into my wet pussy then up again to my clit. I had never felt that kind of sheer excitement as once again pussy tightened and I held the back of his head to my throbbing clit. Boom! Another orgasm, making it two in less than five minutes. What were these two doing to me, I thought?
My train of thought shifted as I tried to bring myself back to coherency. In the meantime, Lindsey had laid Ryan on his back between the two of us while she kissed the head of his cock. It looked so inviting.
"Would you mind if I helped you," I asked Lindsey lifting up my head.
"Of course, you can," she replied, although I'm not sure I even waited for her to get the answer out.
Ryan's erect cock had to be close to nine inches. It was larger than any cock I had ever seen in person. And as I said earlier, I wasn't what I would call inexperienced. I'd probably had sex with 10 guys in my lifetime, and at least 10 more where I'd given a blowjob or hand job to. None of them compared to this.
Lindsey and I took turns taking Ryan into our mouths. I became enamored with her trying to deep throat his whole cock and was jealous because I knew I couldn't do the same thing. So I paid special attention to sucking his balls and rimming the head of his cock. Judging by his sighs he liked what I was doing.
"Honey, I just love watching Megan suck your cock," Lindsey told Ryan.
"She's doing a great job," he replied. "I'm so happy sharing this experience with you," he told her bringing her in for a kiss.
While he had no intent in making me feel uncomfortable, it did slightly. At that point I realized that I'm pretty much the third wheel here. It wasn't that I cared, just the reality of the situation.
"I want to watch you two fuck," I insisted.
"Really," cooed Lindsey. "Well, what do you say, honey?"
"If we don't soon, I'm going to cum," he said.
"Well, we don't want that....quite yet, that is," she responded.
Lindsey mounted herself on top on Ryan.
"Can you get Ryan's cock all nice and wet before he put it in?" she asked me.
I obliged, licking the full length before covering the head with my mouth, drawing a loud moan from Ryan.
"How was that?" I asked lifting my head for approval.
"Unbelievable," Ryan replied.
He placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, Lindsey slid down as I watched in bewildered his cock disappear into her.
"Oh god," Lindsey exclaimed. "That feels so good. Fuck me Ryan!"
Lindsey's pace picked up on her husband's cock as it pistoned in and out of her. The squishing sounds of their juices had been replaced by their loud moans of appreciation.
"What should I do?" I thought to myself. The two of them were lost in tranquility while I awkwardly sat beside them.
"Sit on Ryan's face," Lindsey told me in between pants for air.
I crawled up near Ryan looking for him to give the sign it was ok.
"Let me have another taste," he said.
I swung my left leg over his face and sat down facing Lindsey. He wasted little time in attacking my clit with his tongue. I reached out and fondled his wife's breasts as they shook in front of me. They looked so delicate and irresistible.
We kissed, Lindsey humping her husband's cock and me riding his face. I had managed to find a rhythm where Ryan's tongue was hitting my clit in the perfect spot. The moans of pleasure from my bedroom could probably be heard down the street.
Lindsey's pace, already frenetic, was reaching epic proportions. I could tell she was close to coating her husband's cock with her cum. I wanted to cum at the same time as both of them.
Then Ryan, with his mouth on my pussy and his cock pumping his wife full, announced barely audibly, that he, too, was going to cum. I pressed my clit onto his mouth, not even caring whether or not he able to breath, and the three of us reached a climatic finish together.
My body shook, overcome with pleasure I didn't realize existed. Lindsey, almost squealing, cried of pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. Ryan, barely able to breathe with my pussy on his face, grunted as his juices filled his wife.
I had managed to slide off him and laid down, watching in amazement as Ryan and Lindsey's juices flooded out of her. Lindsey lifted herself off her husband and my basic instincts kicked in, taking Ryan's still semi-erect penis into my mouth. Tasting the both of both was purely erotic for me and a first.
Lindsey collapsed in a heap on my bed, my mouth still trying to lick up their wetness from her husband's cock.
"You might be able to get more here," Ryan said, putting his fingers on his wife's clit.
Never in my life had I licked a pussy, let alone a pussy that was filled with semen. While apprehensive at first, I wasn't sure when, if ever, I'd have another opportunity to do something like this. I crawled over Ryan and dove between Lindsey's legs. The taste and smell of sex was potent and intoxicating. Lindsey's body, still coming down from the throngs of her first orgasm, shuddered again as I licked up their cum from her pussy.
"That might have been the single greatest sexual experience I've ever had," Lindsey uttered between gasps.
While I was certainly satisfied from my three orgasms, there's just something about not getting cock. And while I wanted nothing more than to feel Ryan inside me, I knew the rules were the rules. I crawled in between them, sharing a kiss with both so they, too, could enjoy the tastes with me.
We laid in a heap, three sexually satisfied adults --- well, technically two --- in silence for more than 10 minutes, before I spoke up.
"Why do the two of you have to leave?" I asked. "Or more importantly, why did it take so long for the three of us to do it?"
"It's something we've thought about for a long time," Ryan replied. "We just felt so awkward asking you."
"Yeah," said Lindsey. "The last thing we wanted to do was ruin a friendship."
"I know," I replied. "It's just frustrating because it was so damn good," I said as I kissed them both and climbed out of bed.
"Where are you going?" they asked.
"I'm jumping in the shower real quick. I need to cool down," I said. "I'll tell you what, you two sleep in my bed tonight and I'll go downstairs to the guest room. You two have to get some sleep."
"No, Megan, we can go down there," Lindsey said.
"I insist. You have to be on the road in just five hours. Stay in my room and use the shower and bathroom in the morning. Just wake me before you leave," I said walking out of the room.
"Megan," said. "Thanks for an incredible night and your friendship."
"You two don't have to thank me. I should be thanking you," I told them.
After my shower I went downstairs to the guest room. I must have laid there for close to an hour. So many things ran through my mind and I couldn't sleep a wink. My head was starting to hurt a bit from the wine earlier in the evening, so I went upstairs to the kitchen to get an aspirin and glass of cold water.
I stood in the kitchen looking out to the backyard when I heard a voice. It was Ryan.
"You're still up?" he asked, startling me.
"Oh, Ryan, you scared me." I replied. But yes, I couldn't sleep and came to get a glass of water and aspirin for my headache. Where's Lindsey?"
"She's out," he said. "That girl sleeps like a log after some good sex," he joked.
"Maybe that's why I'm not sleeping," I said sarcastically.
He was silent.
"I'm sorry," I replied. "That wasn't fair and I was just trying to make a joke. It wasn't funny."
"Don't worry about it," Ryan said coming closer. "Can I get a glass of water too?" he asked.
All I had on was a t-shirt I had put on after my shower. I didn't even bother to throw on underwear as most nights this is just how I sleep. The t-shirt covered probably three-quarters of my ass, so he might have just thought I was wearing a thong.
He came by the sink and I handed him his water. There I stood, in my kitchen, with my good friend's husband in just a t-shirt. He was wearing only some jogging shorts, and without trying to be obvious, I could see the outline of his semi-erect poking out.
"That was some night," I said, trying to make the both of us less uncomfortable.
"Did you get everything you wanted?" he asked moving in closer to me.
The two of us were as close as we could be without touching. The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife.
"What are you doing?" I asked Ryan.
"I'm just talking to you," he said. "Is something wrong?" he asked as his body brushed up against mine.
"You shouldn't be doing this," I said. "I mean, we shouldn't be doing this. Your wife and one of my best friends is just down the hall."
"She's asleep, Megan," he told me, getting more and more brave. "This could be our little secret."
I wanted to so bad. But I didn't want to. You have to understand, I hadn't had a cock inside of me for such a long time, and a 20-something year old stud, half-naked in my kitchen was really tempting me.
His hand reached under my t-shirt and felt the wetness between my legs. I moaned, trying to be quiet at the same time. Almost instinctively, my hand started jerking his cock through his shorts.
"We can't do this, Ryan," I said unconvincingly.
"We can't, or you don't want to?" he asked.
"Both," I replied, again very unconvincingly.
I knew I was melting and was going to lose this battle.
"How light of a sleeper is Lindsey?" I asked.
He smiled. "She won't wake up until morning."
My hands lifted the elastic band of his shorts and peeled them off, dropping to the floor. Ryan was standing naked in my kitchen, his hard growing still seemingly growing to my touch.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Ryan," I told him. "I'm not this kind of person I said dropping to my knees to put his cock in my mouth.
Leaning up against the center island in my kitchen, with his hands resting on the sides, Ryan got his second blowjob of the night from me, but this time without his wife present. I slurped his cock, doing my best to turn him on and getting it nice and wet to, inevitably, put in my pussy.
When I thought I had done enough to get him ready, I took him out of my mouth and stood to kiss him. My hands fondled his tight body, from his gorgeous ass to his rock hard chest and abs.
He motioned me over to the table and laid me on my back. Again, we shared a long passionate kiss. I knew what was coming next, and while feeling incredibly guilty, I just couldn't help myself. I needed to be fucked. And I needed to be fucked by Ryan.
Ryan stood straight up, looked at me and smiled a smile that told me everything was going to be alright. He put his cock right at my entrance and slowly slipped the head into me. Despite having two kids over the years, it had been a long time since I had had sex, couple that with his big cock and it felt so tight (and good) in my pussy.
With each pump he would enter me just a little more. I wanted to scream so loud but knew I couldn't. His cock was almost all the way inside me when he'd lunge forward. The sounds of our juices co-mingling filled the air.
"Does that feel good?" he would ask in a confident whisper, knowing he was pleasuring me well.
"Yes," I said back. "Your big cock feels so good inside me. We have to hurry and finish. I don't want Lindsey to catch us," I tell him.
He'd stare a devilish grin at me. "I just want to keep fucking you, Megan. I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you," he said.
I was real close to cumming but he took his cock out. I looked at him with a disappointed shrug.
"Stand up," he commanded confidently.
I did as I was told. He lifted my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor, fondling my tits.
"Now turned around," he said.
"Why?" I asked back.
"Just do it," he said. "I want to fuck you from behind."
I bent over the table and stuck my ass in the air. The first time Ryan entered me he took it slow. Not this time. In his first pump he filled me with all nine inches of his cock. It was a feeling I'd never had before. And he didn't take his time. He fucked me good and hard. I could barely contains my moans of pleasure as his hand covered my mouth.
"Can I cum inside you?" he asked uncovering his hand from my mouth.
"Yes," I begged. "Fuck yes!"
"Okay," he said. "I'm getting real close. Cum with me."
That's all I needed to hear. His cock reached parts of me inside that had never been touched before. I dug my nails into the wood table and a wave of pleasure overcame me. Ryan kept pumping his cock in and out of me, then announced he was cumming. I felt his squirts deep inside and orgasmed again. I could have passed.
Both of us hurriedly grabbed our clothes. I was wobbly and still shaking.
"You better get to bed," I pleaded with Ryan. "We'd be in a lot of trouble."
"Hey," he said coming toward me. "That was incredible," as he kissed me passionately on the lips.
I melted again. "Yes, it was, but we have to go now."
We both scurried out of the room....Ryan back to my bedroom where his wife was sleeping, and me downstairs to the guest bedroom.
Believe it or not, but I slept like a baby. It was only for about three hours, but it was the best three hours of sleep I had gotten in years.
The next morning I said goodbye to my friends and they were off to Atlanta. Surprisingly, I didn't feel things were that awkward between the three of us.
Lindsey even mentioned inviting me down to stay with them sometime, and said, "you never know, maybe next time I'll let you have the whole thing!" Ryan and I shared an innocent smile.
If she only knew, I thought.
THE END
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