Friends With Benefits

I've been best friends with this guy for years. He's married and up until recently so was I, so our relationship has always been strictly platonic. I've just always been a tomboy and get along better with guys than I do with other girls. I'd be lying, though, if I said I haven't always had a little crush on him. He's very good looking and genuinely sweet.

After getting divorced, I rented a house just down the street from him and his wife, so the two of us started spending more time together. On the weekends, my two kids would be with their dad, so we would hang out and watch football and do guy stuff together. I got along okay with his wife, but that was mostly because she was just part of the package. I was really there to hang out with him.

It was on one of those Saturday afternoons while the two of us were watching football down in his man cave while his wife was out running errands that I found myself bragging (a little flirtatiously) that my hidden talent was giving blowjobs. I don't even remember how the topic came up. Maybe it was all the beer, or maybe it was just the fact that I was super horny, but once it was out there, I learned the shocking truth that my friend's wife hated giving blowjobs. As a matter of fact, he hadn't gotten one since he was a teenager.

At first, I laughed and said, "You poor thing." Then I gave him my steamiest smile, accompanied by my come-hither eyes that never failed to lure men in when I was younger, and said, "I can give you one right now if you want. It'll be our little secret."

He was speechless. It was obvious that he was trying to figure out whether I was being serious or just joking, so I put my hand on his leg. We just stared at each other for a moment, then I kissed him. He was hesitant at first, then he kissed me back. I undid his pants, then pulled away from his lips as I leaned into his lap and placed his cock in my mouth. He had a pretty impressive one. I could see why his wife always had that extra bit of pep in her step.

He moaned my name, which set my nether regions on fire. I could tell it really had been a while since he had gotten his dick sucked, which was a shame. A guy like him deserved way more than what he was getting at home.

I slid my lips up and down the length of his shaft. He ran his fingers through my hair and told me how beautiful I was, which really made me hot. Then he slid his hand down the front of my tank top and cupped my breast, which made me even hotter.

He warned me that he was about to come, but I just kept going until his cock erupted, filling my mouth with his warm cum, which I gladly swallowed until I had sucked him dry. Afterward, he sat back trying to catch his breath. "Damn, you really are good at that," he said.

After the initial glow passed, I could tell from the expression on his face that he felt guilty about what had just happened. I looked him deep in the eyes and said, "It's okay. Don't feel bad. We'll just keep this between the two of us." Then my emotions got the better of me and I kissed him. We sat there making out for a while until we heard the garage door open as his wife came home, then we straightened ourselves out like two horny teenagers whose parents have just pulled up. She was none the wiser.

Later that night a deep depression set in as I convinced myself that he was probably never going to speak to me again. But the next morning he called me and asked if he could come over so we could talk. As soon as I let him in, he told me that although he felt guilty about what had happened, he couldn't stop thinking about me. Then, to my surprise, he leaned in and kissed me, which eventually led to the bedroom and the hottest sex of my life.

We've had sex multiple times since then. He has told me on more than one occasion that I do things to him that his wife would never do in a million years, which gives me a certain feeling of glee. In return, I've assured him more than once that I have no intention of breaking up his marriage. I just really love having sex with him.

I’m so bad.