[M]y [f]ormer coworker / close friend cheated on his wife with me [interracial] [long] | 2016

Will and I used to work together, and we still are in a pretty close friend group of old coworkers. I moved laterally within the company and moved out of our old office in the beginning of this year, and then finally left the company just last month. Another close friend in our group got a new job this week, so we all got together to celebrate.

Will is handsome and immensely smart, an engineer but not too nerdy. The all-star-athlete-meets-valedictorian type. In his early 30's, tall, dark chocolate skin, huge smile, deep kind eyes, and always in tight, fit shape. I’ve always been curious about what it would be like to fuck him since the first day I saw him, but since he was married and a coworker I never pursued it. I’ve been with black guys before and since, but the curiosity always remained.

Our group of 6 or so gathers every few months at his house to drink heavily and bitch about our mutual hate for our parent company. He always insists on everyone staying over if there isn’t a designated driver. I usually sober up in time to go home (or to someone else’s home), but this night I was gonna give in and just stay the night as I was too tired to try to make it anywhere else. Everyone else designated their drivers, so it wasn't before long that it was just him and I alone in his giant house. His wife works rotations, so she’s out for the next few weeks.

All night I could feel sexual tension building between us, as he was a little more touchy than usual. Is it ‘cause we’re suddenly not coworkers anymore and he feels more comfortable? ‘Sure… you can have a hug, Will.’ ‘Yes, please pop my back…’ things like this that he wouldn’t normally do. But he’s married, I reminded myself. The kind of guy who would never cheat on his wife. But now that it’s just him and I alone, could we… Fuck, I’m going to need another drink.

So we’re sitting at his kitchen table, just him and I, having what must be the 7th or 8th whisky of the night. He’s asking me about my love life and adventures from the past year of being single. Why is he so curious about what I’ve been up to suddenly? We end up in a quite expressive, heated, drunken discussion about relationships and what I’m looking for and why. He’s talks about how what him and his wife have works, but it doesn’t mean it’s for everyone and that I have to find what works for me. What are you implying, Will? We’re leaning in closer, talking louder, staring at each other more intensely. You can cut the sexual tension in the room with a knife.

I get up to go to the bathroom, and resolve to maybe one more drink and then bed. It’s that time of the month anyway, and I really don’t need to meddle myself with another married man. I convince myself in the bathroom that I will not fuck Will, no matter what. Not now, not ever. It's different when it's a stranger, but I can’t do that to a close friend.

I walk out of the bathroom and he’s standing next to his very large kitchen island, sort of blocking the way through the kitchen. Though I could easily side step him, I walk right up to him.

“How’re you doing?” he inquires, standing directly over me.

Looking up, I reply with a simple “Fine, thanks, and you?” as I turn my head up from his chest up to his face. I’m nearly trembling from how close we are standing. I’m frozen. I don’t know what to do or what to say. I know what I would usually do in this moment, but I try to hold my resolve.

“Just fine,” he says, and then suddenly my face is in his hands and his lips are on mine and we’re making out in his kitchen. His lips are so big and so soft. He’s forceful, but gentle. Passionate.

Then suddenly I’m lifted in the air, my arms are around his neck and my legs around his hips and we’re moving and I just keep my eyes closed and don’t bother to even look back as to where we are going or ask him what he’s doing, allowing him to take me wherever he wants. Then we turn a corner and I’m on a bed, he’s on top of me, my hands are up his shirt, he’s kissing me harder and rubbing his body against mine and I can feel his cock growing harder under the gym shorts he’s been in all night. I’m running my hands all over his body and he’s running his all over mine. It’s deep, it’s raw, it’s passionate, it’s real. I’m holding onto his shoulders as he’s practically lifting me up while he’s rubbing himself against me. He’s positioned so perfectly to enter me, his now rock hard cock pushing through his shorts into my very thin jeggings. I reach my hand down under his shorts because I just have to feel how big he… oh my, yes, as I expected. He’s big. He’s really big. And I love big cock. How am I to resist? I want to fuck this man, oh my god, I want to fuck this man, but…

“I’m on my period.” I spurt out so matter of factly. Half hoping that would put a stop to the thing I know will weigh on my conscious, half hoping it won’t.

“Ah, that’s why you’ve been taking so long in the bathroom… Well, it’s not an issue to me.”

That’s it, we’re gonna fuck. It’s game on now. The little slut in me wakes up and shines a bright smile. He goes back to his room for protection, I take a short bathroom break, and we meet back in the guest room where he lead me before.

I’m sitting on the bed and as he walks up to me comreach out and touch his cock for the first time. It’s a solid handful, and I know this is gonna be fun. As he gets closer, I lean down and my mouth reaches the tip. I part my lips and my tongue gently brushes across the top and around the head, my signature move. He lets out a deep moan, and I know I’m doing well already. I open my mouth further and slide him into my mouth deeper, then slowly pull him back out dragging my tongue along the bottom of the shaft back up to the top.

I do this a couple more times, but before I know it he’s on top of me sliding himself into me. My thighs are pushed up to my chest, and he’s thrusting himself into me. He feels so good… I can feel myself stretching around him as he gets deeper and deeper into me, his body clapping against mine, my hand on his back pulling him down to kiss me. I wrap my legs around his back to bring him in closer, kissing him harder, raising my hips to match his rhythm.

We fuck like this for a while, him leaning back and looking down at my body in the very dim streetlight that’s shining through the blinds, me stretching my legs up across his chest with my heels on his shoulders, him leaning down and into me even deeper, continuously thrusting into my over and over. Then my legs coming down, hanging over his thighs, me looking at the contrast between my light tan skin and his dark muscular legs. He’s playing with my nipples, leaning down to nibble every so often. He’s really starting to pick up pace, and I dig my nails into his legs, pulling him closer into me. I’m getting close... I’m going to cum if he keeps fucking me like this. And he does. He fucks me harder and I know he feels me tightening from the inside. I’m moaning loudly at this point, panting into his ear, hearing my moans echo against the empty walls of the guest room, ringing through the empty house as I get close and closer. I call out his name into his year, and he calls back “oh fuck yeah,” and he knows he’s about to make me cum. I hold onto his shoulders as I let out a cry and my whole body starts to shake from the inside out in a deep orgasm. But he doesn’t stop, he keeps fucking me through it, making sure I cum another two or three times over as he drives himself into me.

“Ride me,” he kindly commands into my ear. Of course I’m not gonna deny that, it’s time for me to really show him what I’m capable of. I get on top and without the use of my hands, back up onto his cock as he slides right back into my little hole. I start rocking my hips back and forth while lifting my ass in the air, occasionally leaning down to kiss him. His hands are on my legs, and he’s saying moaning between his fuck-yeahs and I know i’m doing an impressive job. I start bouncing harder on his cock, pressing my hands into his chest for support as I really slam up and down on him. Then i sit with him deep, and rock my hips back and forth as hard as I can… this really starts to drive him wild, which in turn drives me wild. I can feel it building in me again, I’m going to cum if I keep fucking him like this. So I do, and I move forward and backward grinding on top of him until I let out another cry as my insides clench and my body trembles and

“How long have you wanted this cock for?” he asks curiously, as he’s continuing to pump me after I’ve collapsed onto his chest. “Since the day I first saw you,” I admit. “Really?!” he exclaims as he starts to pound me harder and faster. “Yes! Really!!” Oh my god, he’s going to make me cum again. Bouncing up and down on his cock, leaning down to kiss him, holding onto his shoulders as my body is rocked to and fore. My body trembles from the inside out yet again, and we’re repeating the chorus - how long have you wanted this cock for - since the day i first saw you - really - yes really - then why didn’t you ever say anything, girl?! I have no response this time, just another orgasm to give up to him. But there is something I want now, something that I have to have before we’re done.

“Will you fuck me from behind?” I request almost shyly into his ear, when in most instances it comes out sounding more like a command than a request. I roll off and he pulls me to the edge of the bed and I feel his full length fill me yet again, this time deeper than before. It feels so good as he’s sliding himself in and out of me. “Harder,” I request, this time not so shyly, my face buried into the bed and my ass in the air. “Oh, you like it rough, huh?” He’s figured me out finally, and the whore in my shines yet again. “VERY,” I clarify, and he really begins to pound me, pressing me into the bed with his weight. I have a death grip on the comforter so i don’t slide around too much as he’s forcing himself into me harder and faster. He’s slapping my ass, digging his fingers into the crevice of my hips, pulling me deep into him. I’m really screaming out at this point with every thrust, my cries echoing louder and louder through the room and into the house. He’s groaning out louder now too, and he we’re at the chorus yet again - how long have you wanted this cock for - since the first day i saw you - why didn’t you say anything - and then the thought filling my head of finally getting something I’d never thought I get washes over me and I erupt in yet another body-shaking orgamsm.

He collapses next to me on the bed, both of us panting, trying to catch our breath. I’m not going to let him not cum though, and I use this as an opportunity to show him the ace up my sleeve. I roll off the condom and wrap my lips around the tip of his cock yet again, this time running my tongue around the tip faster than before. I push him further into my mouth as he lets out an “Oh God…” and he’s almost hitting the back of my throat. I let the spit build in my mouth as I take more of him in, this time he’s hitting the back of my throat. I use the spit on the tip to run my hand over his head and down onto his shaft, my mouth following just behind. He’s really moaning out now, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a man moan and cry out that loudly before. It was so hot, and so I start working harder and faster. It’s no time before he’s crying out, thighs clenched under me, cock throbbing and exploding into my mouth. He probably can’t see, but I’m smiling ear to ear at my quick and yet again satisfactory performance. I crawl up next to him and we lay there in our sweat and cum.

I must’ve immediately passed out after that, because before I know it, it’s daylight and I’m lying exactly where I was when I crawled up next to him, leg dangling half asleep over the edge of bed. I’m half covered, but alone. And oh boy, is my head pounding from the hangover that’s setting it. I crawl out of bed and peek around the corner - no one is there, and there are no sounds. I make my way to the kitchen and to a glass of water and notice his door is shut. He must’ve left me in the night to sleep in his own bed, which doesn’t bother me. I make my way back to the guest room and doze off for another hour or so. I wake up again, checking messages on my phone and such when I hear him walking down the hall. He pops his head in, and I’m under the blanket in just my undies.

“You alright?” He asks, not sure what to expect from the previous night’s events. “My head is pounding, but yeah I’m good. You?”

“Yeah, I’m hungover… but, you ALRIGHT?” I know by his tone that he’s asking now about last night.

“Yes, I’m fine. Really.” Because I’m actually a total slut and this is my modus operandi, I joke to myself.

He’s standing by the head of the bed, his waist at my eye level. That body… I never noticed it was so chiseled. Staring at him is turning me on again, and I’m curious if he’s going to go for a second round in his sober state. But he wonders off and leaves me to my own devices, and I fall back asleep for about an hour or so.

I'm starting to wake up again when I hear a light tapping on the door. It's him again, just checking on me. The TV isnt on in the background anymore, which I find odd. He again asks me how I am and I assure him I'm fine aside from the massive hangover headache wrecking my brain. He says so matter of fairly, “Well that's cause you need water,” as he reaches from the dresser to the bed to hand me my still mostly full glass. I sit up, and let the blanket slide off the bed exposing my breasts. I hear him mumble something about ‘tities hangin out and shit’ and I glance up with an innocent “Huh?” He just chuckles and says nothing, takes the glass back from me and heads back out closing the door behind him. Oh well, seems like I'm not gonna get a round two this morning but it's not like I'd be able to bring an A game in my current hungover-state anyway.

I get up and get dressed, still reveling in the aftermath of the night before. I walk into the kitchen and we make innocent small friend talk like nothing out of the ordinary. He helps me load the leftover cokes and food into my car. A long tight hug is all that we speak about what happened, my head on his strong chest and full body pressed against his one last time before I take the long drive back home to my side of town.