I’m a 24 year old woman who has been happily married for almost four years. I should start out by saying that I have a wonderful husband named Bob whom I love very much. Not only is he a wonderful, caring man but he also makes a six-figure salary and provides us with a very comfortable lifestyle. Although I don’t need to work, I have a part-time job at an art gallery to keep my days filled.
I thought I had the perfect life and didn’t think I could ever do anything to jeopardize my wonderful life and marriage. But several months ago, I did something that has me feeling so guilty I’ve decided to get it off my chest, even if it’s just to an anonymous internet site. I’m too ashamed to talk about it even with my best friend, and I certainly can’t discuss it with my husband.
Before I go into the details of what happened, I should probably mention a few things about my husband’s best friend, Dave. I’ve always secretly thought Dave was gorgeous, but there was never any reason in thinking about it or bringing it to his (or Bob’s) attention. Dave was the best man at our wedding and has been Bob’s closest friend ever since they were kids. I’ve often tried to set Dave up with friends of mine, because he has the sort of looks and easygoing, funny personality that can win over just about any woman. However, just when things would get serious with one of my friends, Dave always seemed to find some way to sabotage the relationship so he could be single again. There’s one other not-so-small detail I should mention about Dave: The huge bulge in his pants, which I’ve tried so hard not to notice but always find myself looking at when I get a chance to do so (and not be noticed). Now, don’t misunderstand me — I’m really not a size queen or anything like that. In fact, my husband’s dick is probably on the small side of average, but he is magnificent with it and always manages to get me off, usually more than once (and he’s fantastic at oral sex). But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in knowing what Dave’s huge cock must look and feel like. It was just something I had pushed out of my mind for all this time.
But one day, a few months back, Bob had gone out of town for a few days to attend a convention. He goes out of town two or three times a year, so this wasn’t anything new — except that this time my birthday was going to fall on one of the days he’d be gone. But I understood how important it was for him to go, and he promised to make it up to me, so I didn’t really mind so much.
On the afternoon of my birthday my best friend and her husband unexpectedly dropped by with some presents and a bottle of wine. My girlfriend and I ended up drinking the entire bottle as we laughed and had a great time. As evening set in, her husband drove her home and they told me we’d all go out when Bob got back in town.
I was all ready to settle in for the evening and start running a bath when I heard the doorbell ring. I was surprised to find Dave at my doorstep with a present and a bottle of champagne. He told me happy birthday, then explained that Bob had called him and asked him to drop by for awhile so I wouldn’t be alone on my birthday (Bob didn’t know my girlfriend had planned to stop by earlier). I told him to come in and, although I was already quite drunk from the wine I had earlier, we opened the bubbly anyway. We had a few glasses and began talking about things. I opened my present from Dave. It was a bottle of my favorite perfume. I was pleasantly surprised he actually knew my brand (Tresor).
I can’t really explain what happened next, other than to say that the alcohol probably caused it. For some reason, as Dave was telling me a really funny story, I felt this sudden wave of uninhibitedness I’d never really before experienced. He just looked so gorgeous sitting there with that grin on his face, and the alcohol (combined with an almost two-week sex drought) had me suddenly feeling very horny.
Almost without consciously thinking about it, right as Dave was in the middle of his story, I suddenly stood up in front of him and quickly removed my shirt. I have very large breasts (and I constantly receive compliments and attention from men on my face and figure) which I sort of thrust out at him in an attempt to immediately command his attention. Boy, did it work! He literally stopped in midsentence and his jaw dropped as his eyes grew to the size of silver dollars.
Still acting completely on instinct, without really thinking about what I was doing, I moved forward and rubbed my breasts in Dave’s shocked face. I was momentarily jarred out of my trance when Dave actually managed to speak. He said something like “what?…No, we can’t do this….No, no, no, no…”
Feeling my control of the situation suddenly in jeopardy, I responded by quickly pulling off my shorts (I had no panties on under them). My head felt like it was whirling as I stood in front of my husband’s best friend completely naked and drunk on wine mixed with sexual power.
His attempts at denying the situation completely collapsed at this point, as he fell to his knees in front of me and drove his tongue into my pussy. I cried out with pleasure as I felt his strange tongue, so much like my husband’s yet so different, squirming through my pubic hair. I came almost immediately. He had barely even got started when I cried out in ecstasy.
Then, as I was still recovering from my state of blissful orgasm, the moment I had always wondered about finally came. Dave pulled his shirt off, then quickly undid his belt and dropped his pants. Before he even removed his boxers, I could see how huge his massive member was, now that it was completely hard.
He ripped down his shorts (as best he could have to work them down over that giant erection) and stood in front of me with the biggest hard-on I had ever seen. I can’t even guess how big it was…It was huge — and it was absolutely beautiful.
Once again, my body began doing things on its own, without my really thinking about it. I found myself on my knees in front of him, his giant cock in my hands. After studying it for a good ten seconds, I gently began to stroke it with my hand as I took the circumcised head into my mouth. I’d never been so turned on giving a man head before. I was still dripping wet — something that normally doesn’t happen when I give oral sex. I increased the speed of my stroking as I began bobbing my head to take as much of it as I could into my throat.
I heard Dave moaning like an animal.
For the first time since we started, I felt a little bit of worry creep into my mind. I normally don’t let Bob come in my mouth, but I was starting to think I couldn’t bring myself to say no to Dave. Fortunately, I didn’t have to think about it just then, because Dave suddenly pulled out of my mouth and said (almost breathlessly) “let’s go upstairs.”
I took him up to my bedroom where I threw myself face down on the king-sized bed Bob and I share. I felt Dave’s strong hands grab my hips and pull my ass in the air. As he entered me from behind, I cried out in joy (and just a little bit of pain) because I’d never felt such a huge cock inside me. It was incredible. I actually felt dizzy as he began pounding me with his gargantuan rod. He must have fucked me doggy-style, ramming me at an incredible pace for nearly 15 minutes, during which time I exploded with two orgasms. He finally slowed down a bit, and continued to fuck me for another 5 minutes or so before we switched positions. He laid down on his back and I mounted his still-hard cock. I couldn’t believe he could maintain an erection for this long. Bob never lasts more than fifteen or twenty minutes, but Dave seemed to have a cock made of hard granite.
I rode his cock, happy to be in control of the pace. As I began plunging downward onto him, faster and faster, I finally felt him come inside me as he basically screamed out (if I didn’t know better, I would have thought he was in pain!). His orgasm caused another of my own and we collapsed together.
After lying together for a few minutes, saying nothing as we luxuriated in our feelings of pure pleasure, he crawled on top of me and I could feel that he was already hard again.
He began fucking me missionary style as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. Although I pussy was actually starting to feel quite sore, I was still enjoying everything too much to be bothered. And this time he lasted even longer than before (he would often change his rhythm from fast to slow and back again) before he came again. Although I had already come more times in one night than ever before, I still had another orgasm before he was finally finished. After we were done, we gently kissed and cuddled as we lay in bed together until we fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke him up by sucking his cock. This time, I actually let him come in my mouth. I was so sore I didn’t think I could take anymore fucking for awhile.
We then showered together before he got dressed and prepared to leave. We agreed never to tell anybody about what happened (although I’m breaking my promise to him right now). We also agreed to try and never let this happen again, because we both love Bob too much to ever do anything to hurt him.
As he was leaving me with a passionate kiss, I playfully told him how good of a friend he was to Bob for coming over and making sure I wasn’t lonely on my birthday. I told him that he’d given me the best birthday gift ever.
It’s been several months since that beautiful night, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about it. I hope I can always stay faithful to Bob and that this was just a one-time betrayal…But if I ever find myself alone again with Dave, I just don’t know…
Thanks for letting me get this off my mind. Writing this confession has been very therapeutic.
Lisa ~ Atlanta