Erotic
2008-07-01
Topic: I just had the most erotic experience of my life even though I said, "No," to begin with. I don't know how else to describe what happened last night other than erotic and passionate and scary as hell. You see, I've been devoted to my husband for the past 5 years, never once letting another man touch me although I have had plenty of opportunity. Let me paint a picture of the background for you. I'll start with me. I am five foot three inches tall with golden brown eyes, long black hair with red highlights in the sun, not exactly slender by any stretch of the imagination since I weigh 163 but I do have curves in all the right places and large double D sized breasts to top it all off. My husband - we'll call him Robert for the purposes of this story - has been told that he is a very lucky man by many people we know and some we don't. He is six foot two inches tall weighing in at 178 with a set of beautiful blue eyes and abs that go for days. He's also very well hung for a white guy at 18 inches long when he's hard. He's uncircumcised as he was born in Germany. I am one lucky woman. Or was anyway. His best friend - let's call him Anthony - was just a few inches taller than Robert with an incredibly sexy smile, brown hair and deep brown expressive eyes that always seemed to see right through whatever clothing I was wearing at the time. He was very slender after having been diagnosed with a rare stomach disorder but muscular and had wide generous palms. He was also much younger than me. .
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Eleven years, if you can believe it! And so sexy. He had charisma and was truly one of those men who could talk a nun out of her panties in the middle of service on Easter Sunday. I’ve seen it happen. Cracked me up. He still has those rough cotton panties in the trunk of his car too. He also had very sensitive ears and I had known him longer than I knew Robert. So, now that you have the details of how we all look, I guess I’d better stop teasing and get to my story. Well, Anthony came home from being overseas in Iraq and had been dismissed from the army. He looked damned good getting off that plane. Especially since I had been certain six years ago that I’d never see him again. Robert and I immediately ran forward to sweep him into our arms and I started to cry with relief over the fact that he was still alive. He hugged me back very tightly and I felt his hand slide to my ass and squeeze just a bit as he always had. Only this time, he also whispered in my ear that he couldn’t wait to get me alone. He’d never even suggested anything like that and I took it as his way of getting me to quit crying on his uniform and laughed it off. We took him home to our place and set him up in the spare room, letting him have some privacy and a few days to catch up on sleep.
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We were just glad he was home. After about two days, we decided that we needed to all get out of the house for a bit and went down to the local bowling alley. Anthony and Robert racked them up and started ordering drinks from the little bar in the back. The drinks kept getting stronger and they kept downing them quicker and quicker. Of course, I was no angel and had a few vodka and cranberry juice, my favorite. In between frames, these two handsome men took turns flirting with me and looking over my shoulder at the score panel to make sure I was getting the information right. And also to look down my flimsy tank top at my deep cleavage. Any way, by the time we left, I had to drive home as both the guys were seriously intoxicated - or so I thought at the time. We got back to the apartment and I took a short shower to get the smell of stale smoke out of my hair before bed. When I went back downstairs, I found that Robert had passed out on the bed in his clothing and Anthony was curled into a ball on the floor near the bed, forcing me to step over him to get to my dresser for underwear and a nightshirt. I slipped the up my legs just as I heard Anthony groan behind me. I glanced back at him to see he was on his knees with his head on the floor and, listening closer, I could hear him apologizing to someone and begging them to stop. I began to shake wondering exactly what HAD happened to him over there. I curled up on the floor next to him and rubbed his back gently, talking to him and reminding him that he was home now and that everything would be ok.
Soon he quieted down and crawled to me, resting his head in my lap with his nose pressed to my scantily covered crotch.
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I thought he had drifted back to sleep and jumped when the fingers of one of his hands found their way to my undies and started lightly brushing against them, teasing and stroking my pussy lips through the thin black lace. I reached down and grasped his hand , pulling it away although I had already begun to become wet. I told him to stop and he seemed content to rest there with me holding his hand for a while. After a bit, he began pushing his head deeper and deeper into me, urging me to lay back under the onslaught. I refused and took his head in my hands, forcing him to look at me. To my surprise, his eyes were wide open and lucid. Not only had he known what he was doing, he was enjoying it as much as I had been! I smiled at him and looked back at my sleeping husband on the bed, feeling guilty for enjoying what little contact we had had already. I pulled completely away from Anthony and stood up. He rolled onto his back and stared up at me, asking in a soft voice, “ Could you help me upstairs to get a shower? I’m freezing. ” I had no problem doing things like this for him since he had always been anemic and I was starting to wonder if I had misread his expression a few minutes before. I pulled him up to his feet and felt his skin against mine, clammy to the touch and hot as hell. I figured it may be me that was a little off because of the shower I had just taken but the heat he was putting out was incredible. We staggered up the stairs together and I sat him on the toilet seat while I started running him a hot shower. Soon, the room was steamy and hot . He stepped in, having taken his clothing off while my back was turned and I glanced up seeing something at my eye level that made me gasp.
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Anthony was hard as a rock and hung like a horse! I had never seen a cock so big before and my pussy tightened , wondering what it would feel like to have his entire thick length inside me. I forced my gaze upwards to his face where he stood, eyes closed in bliss as the hot water cascaded over his body. I turned away and started to leave the room when I heard him ask me to stay and talk to him until he was ready to get out. I pulled the curtain closed so he wouldn’t see me blushing furiously and seated myself on the edge of the toilet seat. We chatted about all the places he had been and all the things he had seen. Suddenly, he grew quiet and I asked him if he was ok. “Yeah,” he responded after a minute or two. “I just almost didn’t make it home. I couldn’t give up because I knew you were here waiting for me to come back in one piece. ” I heard trembling in his voice. He shut off the water and I handed him a towel, leaving for a moment to gather a robe from his room for him to wrap in. When I came back, he was seated on the toilet again, eyes closed and his erection poking through the edge of the towel. I thought that maybe he had fallen asleep there and watched him for a few moments, gathering my thoughts and forcing myself to think about my husband, passed out in our room and waiting for me. He reached up and grasped my hand, pulling me toward his lap. I turned and seated myself on the edge of the tub instead and continued to hold his hand in mine while his eyes bored into mine, begging me to fuck him.
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“ I can’t. I want to but I promised Robert that I would never be with anyone else. He’s your best friend. Please try to understand,” I whispered in a quaking voice. His eyes closed again and I watched him closely as he tried to gain control of himself. His cock shook a few times but only seemed to grow larger as time passed and we sat that way. After about 20 minutes of sitting in silence, the pad of his thumb stroking the inside of my wrist, he opened his eyes again and asked me if I would just sit on his lap for a while and let him hold me. He said he hadn’t held anyone in so long that he had forgotten what it was like to touch another person. This one I could accept and I slid onto his lap, the towel between us. I laid my head back on his shoulder and we sat there for some time, his body trembling beneath me. Eventually, the trembling stopped and his arms relaxed around me, his head lifting a little from its position in the hollow of my neck.
That’s when I felt it. The rocking. His hips had begun moving under mine, rocking slowly back and forth. Just a little.
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Barely enough to notice but slowly and gently increasing the range of motion and the pace. I asked what he thought he was doing and he whispered that he was just trying to ease some of the pressure off his thighs. I tried to stand and his arms tightened around me again. In a soft voice, he whispered, his breath hot in my ear, “Rock with me, Jenn… I promise you won’t regret it. ” He had held me and rocked me like this before. Usually, I had been sobbing over something my previous husband had done to me. I never noticed how erotic it could be until that night. I allowed my body to relax against him and hesitated for a few moments, feeling the rhythm before I finally gave in and began rocking my own hips over his. Back and forth we rocked. Minutes flew by. My head fell back onto his shoulder again, hair cascading down his back and a sigh of pleasure escaping my parted lips. His hands then began relentlessly exploring my body, creeping up my arms to my full breasts with their pert nipples. He pushed my tee-shirt out of the way and began to fondle them, bringing gasps of surprise from me. He had never done this before and I wanted more but was ashamed to ask. He was, after all, my husband’s best friend.
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One hand left my breast, finding it’s way down to the waistline of my panties and then further down, easing between my clenched thighs and stroking my clean, waxed mound with the tips of his fingers through the fabric. All the while, we continued rocking. His hand slid back up as my thighs parted on their own, against my internal protest and found it’s way inside my underwear, past my trembling pubic mound and finding my very erect clit with amazing precision. His fingers began to stroke my clit and now dripping pussy lips, easing first one finger and then two past the swollen bits of pink flesh inside my cunt. I grabbed his wrist and whimpered a soft no into the still night, intending to pull his hand away. He took the contact and the whimper as a sign of my willingness to let him continue and quickened the pace of his thrusts, pushing yet another finger deep inside me and fucking my clit with the heel of his palm. I could feel an orgasm building inside me and stood up, wriggling out of his grasp and not paying attention to where I was going. He stood up behind me, letting the towel fall to the floor and ripping my flimsy panties off my body as though they were made of wet tissue paper. He slammed me against the door I had run into and pinned me with one hand and used his knees and feet to force my legs open. He then used his free hand to guide his hard cock inside my dripping wet pussy and began to slowly pump, his hips grinding against my flushed ass with every stroke. He buried himself deeper and deeper inside me until every inch was in and then, he slipped his hand over my mouth and began fucking me hard, ramming in and out of me as though he were possessed. I’ll admit I came more than once and that he fucked me longer and harder than anyone ever anyone ever has or will. I will also admit that I have not been able to bring myself to hate him for what was essentially a rape. I will also admit that even though I said no several times, I wanted him so badly that saying it was more a protest of my own feelings than a protest of what was happening. So now I have a question for you out there….
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IS IT RAPE IF YOU FALL IN LOVE?I’ve left Robert and am now happily living with and fucking nightly Anthony. We are engaged to be married but in no rush to get it done. I fell in love that night. I don’t know if it was the way he took me or the fact that he made me lose all control of myself or the way he was able to bring out the passion in me that no one else ever has. Whatever the reason, I have no regrets. .
