(F)ucking a (m)arried (f)riend after a night of drinking (FFM) | 2016

This has to be one of my top favorite sexual experiences to date. The story is pretty long, but here you go!

I had known Beth since we were freshman in high school. Both of us a bit quiet, a bit awkward, and very religious, we shared a handful of classes and friends between us at our private Christian school. We were never what I would have considered "close"; however, she invited me to attend her wedding when we were both barely 20 years old. I had just broken off my own engagement to the church pastor's son, and Beth was marrying her first real, serious boyfriend she had met during her time at her Christian college. Bitter from my recent break up, I thought she was insane for going through with it so young. But go through with it she did, and I kept up with her on Facebook from time to time, seeing her with her new husband in pictures from around the world as they pursued whatever godly "calling" as missionaries they felt had been placed on their lives.

Jaded and tired of waiting until I walked down the aisle myself to have sex, I tried to do everything I could during the next 5 years to distance myself from the church. This included coming to terms with my attraction to both men AND women, and after some cautious experimenting, I realized how much I fucking loved going down on other girls. Their bodies, their curves, the moans they made when I would run my tongue over their pussy--I loved it all. I'm also a big exhibitionist, so the thought of someone watching me while I fucked another woman was my number one fantasy. I had casually mentioned the thought to my boyfriend, but we hadn't made any progress in that department, and I was content for the time being to keep things just between the two of us in the sheets.

I was surprised to see a friend request from Beth on Facebook one day-- this time with her old last name. I was even more surprised to get a message not too long after the request, asking if I would be down to meet up sometime. It had been at least 4 years since we had had any real contact. I half-heartedly agreed-- I had gotten used to old Christian classmates asking to meet up in order to try to bring me back to the church. It never ended well. But we made the plans, picked the restaurant, and I whined to my boyfriend over the days leading up to it, wondering if I should just flake and cancel dinner. But Friday night finally rolled around, and I headed over from work to meet her at Yardhouse.

The first thing I noticed when I found her at the table was how good she looked. She had left her dark hair down and curly, and it was loose around her shoulders. She was wearing a dark blue tank top and jeans with heels, and although she was still petite, she had grown into her curves in all the right places. She's about 5'3" and 105 pounds, with what I would say are cute 32A breasts and slender, shapely legs. I stand 2 inches taller than her at 5'5", 120 pounds, with shoulder length blonde hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. While not exactly blessed in the chest (I have modest 34B breasts), I have a tiny waist and a full, round ass that always looked good and tight in the spandex I wore when I was on the volleyball team. When I saw her flash me a smile on her freckled face, it actually caught me off guard and I quickly gathered myself so I didn't give away my surprise at the change. We quickly hugged and ordered our beers, diving right in to catching up on what had happened the last 5 years.

"How are things with you and your husband?" I asked, taking a quick sip of my beer.

"We're getting a divorce", she replied coolly. I nearly choked on my beer. She came from the same conservative background that I did, so divorce was a definite no-no. She began telling me the details-- how during their year overseas teaching, her husband began sleeping with one of the 18 year old students in his class. How she couldn't break contract, so she was forced to continue living with him while they waited for the year to run out before they could come back to the states and get the divorce they both desperately wanted. They were going to begin the process now that they were back. I felt terrible, but she assured me she had done her grieving and was ready to move on. "Besides", she added with shy smile, "I already started sleeping with someone over there. I had to. I had to move on and get over him".

Well, I was floored, and honestly a bit relieved to realize I wasn't going to be facing a potential conversion attempt. Far from what I was expecting originally, actually. We began trading stories as we drank, catching up on what gossip we knew about our former classmates, what she was planning on doing now that she was home, and (after a drink or two in her system), how it felt to have sex with someone that wasn't her husband. One drink became two, then a third beer, and I couldn't stop taking her in. Something about the way she was looking at me when we discussed our sex lives made me wonder whether she had thought about any girl on girl action. I casually mentioned that I had dated and slept with a handful of women, and I could see the surprise on her face before it was replaced with something else I couldn't quite figure out.

"I've always wondered about that. I only really watch lesbian porn anyways. What's it like, sleeping with another woman?" she asked me carefully.

"So different. Girls are so soft, and gentle, and they taste and smell so good. There are more curves to touch and play with...and boobs. Obviously boobs are amazing" I said with a grin. I was starting to feel the alcohol hit me and it was making my mind race with ideas. "Got any girl crushes of your own?"

She laughed nervously and began rattling off a list of female celebrities she thought were hot as we made our way to the next bar-- Anna Kendrick, Scarlett Johansson, Emma Watson. I made sure to throw in a few suggestions of my own and mention what I found so sexy about each of them. Each time I tried to change the subject as we worked on our 5th, 6th, 7th drinks, Beth kept steering the conversation back to other women. I didn't want to get my hopes up too much, but I was getting excited thinking about all the possibilities, and I had a sneaking suspicion she was warming up to the idea of hooking up. "Ever thought of a threesome? I know my boyfriend would love to meet you" I said half-jokingly, somewhat slurred at this point. She laughed loud and hard, cheeks flushed with the drinks and embarrassment, then said she had entertained the idea once or twice, giving me sidelong glance. That was all the encouragement I needed to try to make a move. I made some joke in reply, then excused myself to the restroom to call my boyfriend to come meet us at the bar. I'm pretty sure I was drunk enough at that point that all I said was that Beth was probably down for a threesome and to come as soon as possible to pick us up. Fifteen minutes later, he was there.

Andrew is about 6'2", dark brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and the perfect amount of scruff. He's trim and fit with long legs and flat abs, and (what I would say is arguably my favorite feature) a thick 7 inch cock that always feels right at home in my wet mouth. He walked in and I could tell he was trying to play it cool, but I could see he was curious about Beth and what was going to unfold now that the two of us we're drunk enough to lower our inhibitions. We made our introductions, exchanged some small talk, and then I suggested we head back to Andrew's house to keep drinking. To my surprise, Beth agreed to leave her car at the bar and ride with us. Things were going better than I could have planned.

A couple friend's were already playing beer pong when we showed up at Andrew's house. Beth had never played before, she she and I formed a team while Andrew and our friend Matt formed the other team. Beth was...well, terrible. I don't think we sank a single ball into a cup, and if we were drunk when we left the bar, we were heading toward shitfaced at this point. I didn't want to get so obliterated that sex was off the table, so I started to wander off to the bedroom, hoping everyone else would follow. They did. Beth sat on the floor and I slid off the bed to straddle her, both of us laughing and hugging. I glanced at the doorway and saw Andrew and Matt watching us and raised my eyebrows.

"Alright, time to go", Andrew said as he pulled Matt towards the living room. Subtle. Beth and I both started laughing once again.

Andrew came back and shut the door, and we all clambered on the bed. None of us said anything for a few moments, then Andrew drunkenly suggested a game of truth or dare. I grinned and picked dare, obviously. Heart racing, I waited.

"I dare you to lick the outline of Beth's tattoo", Andrew said with a small smile. She has a tattoo of the world map on her left shoulder, a memento of her travels. Beth and I sat up and giggled a little nervously, and I felt a weird mix of sexual tension, embarrassment, and nervousness-- what if she freaked out on me? What if she thought I was totally weird for wanting this as bad as I did? I could feel myself getting wetter at the thought of licking another part of Beth's body as I leaned in and started tracing the outside of the tattoo with the tip of my tongue. Licking became kissing as I heard her breath start to hitch, and I started to move my lips up her shoulder, to her neck, and then finally, FINALLY, after a quick glance at her face to make sure she was just as into this as I was, I kissed her on her soft lips. The kiss was gentle for a second, and then her tongue was in my mouth, velvety soft and so delicious. I moaned into her mouth and I could feel her breath speed up as I sucked on her bottom lip. God, she felt so good. My hands were in her dark hair, holding her head to mine. I slowly began running my hands over her waist, lifting her shirt up little by little as I continued to kiss her. First her shirt came off, then her bra, and I immediately moved my mouth to her perfect pink nipples. Her breasts were the perfect handfuls, and I made sure to run my tongue in small circles around each nipple, taking a moment to suck them into my mouth. I could feel myself nearly dripping at this point. I had to taste her. I carefully made my way the button on her jeans, again glancing at her to make sure this was what she wanted. "Do you want me to?" I asked her as I kissed my way down her belly. Her quick nod was all I needed.

I popped the button and slid her jeans off her slender legs, spotting another tattoo on her thigh. Fuck, this girl had a few secrets and surprises. I took another look at her face before running my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to her clit. She tasted just as good as I thought she would-- sweet, and she was so wet. I flicked my tongue against her clit, then moved the tip around and around in circles, feeling her start to move under my face. I slowly slipped my middle finger into her tight, wet cunt, and had to stop-- she was so tight I didn't think I could comfortably work a second finger in. It turned me on even more.

I heard Andrew move and looked over to see him stripping out of his own clothes and moving behind me. I quickly stripped off my dress before returning to the task at hand, feeling Andrew rubbing his cock through my wetness. I was so soaked, I didn't think I needed much preparation. He slid his entire length into me, and I moaned into Beth's pussy in front of me. It felt so good to have his thick cock in my tight cunt as I continued run my tongue all over her clit, dipping it into her wet opening every few seconds. I was in heaven.

After a few minutes of this, we switched so that I was lying on my back with Beth at the foot of the bed. Andrew made his way up the bed to my head, cock in hand, slick with my juices. I took him in my mouth and began to blow him, tasting myself all over his dick. I felt Beth begin to gently lick at my pussy, slowly at first, then faster. The feeling of having my face fucked while tiny Beth worked my clit was overwhelming. Andrew rolled my pierced nipples in his fingers, making me lose control even more. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to cum. Andrew moved back down between my legs, and Beth replaced him at my head, kissing me again. "Play with her nipples, she loves that", I heard Andrew say to Beth before he worked himself inside me once again. I grabbed my vibrator next to the bed and turned it on my clit while Andrew fucked me and Beth sucked on my nipples. It wasn't long before I felt the orgasm building as his dick hit the right spot inside, and I came hard, hips rising and back arching as I pulsed around him, my vision blurring from the intensity of the feeling. As I started to come down, I felt Andrew speeding towards his own orgasm, angling the head upwards, rubbing my g-spot with each thrust. One last thrust, and then he pulled out, grabbing his dick in his hand and jerking his cum all over my tits. I felt Beth's tiny hand on my boobs, rubbing his cum into my chest, completely covering my top half in it. I loved every minute of it.

Catching our breath, I looked over at Beth and started to move towards her to get her off, but she was suddenly her shy self once again. She made a comment about taking too long to get off and wouldn't let either of us go any further. I think at that point, all 3 of us were worn out from the alcohol and adrenaline of the night. We cleaned up, then crashed together in the bed, with me in the middle spooning Beth while Andrew cuddled up behind me. I wrapped my arm around her waist and buried my face in her hair, breathing deep, before drifting off to sleep.