Straight Female / 24
The Time I Fucked My Boyfriend's Housemate
When I’d been going out with my boyfriend for about a year, I did something really bad. He and I were out with a group of his mates and he got really drunk, so I and his housemate Jack had to take him home. Now I’d always been flirty with Jack as he’s super hot and a bit of a ladies man, but honestly nothing had ever happened until that night.
He and I were hanging out on the sofa after putting my boyfriend to bed and predictably the conversation turned to sex. We were talking about hot experiences, people we fancied and things we’d always wanted to try, and before long I started getting horny. Jack put his hand on my thigh and started telling me how hot I looked, and that my boyfriend was a lucky guy. When he leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t stop him. It wasn’t long before I was straddling him as we furiously made out.
He carried me to his room and - with my boyfriend asleep just upstairs - we tore off each other’s clothes. I was writing in pleasure as he lay me on the bed and ate me out. He was sooooo good with his tongue and it wasn’t long before I came, with his hand over my mouth to stop me screaming out and waking my boyfriend. I told him I wanted him to fuck me and pushed him back on the bed so I could ride him. I’ll never forget the amazing feeling of sliding down onto his dick for the first time. He was bigger than I was used to, so we had to start slowly but I was soon bouncing up and down as he played with my tits, and having the time of my life. The bed was creaky and we were taking such a risk with how noisy we were being but in the moment, I honestly didn’t care.
After a while, he made me get on all fours. I was only too happy to and presented my arse to him. He absolutely railed me. My pussy was so sore the next day. He started spanking me while telling me what a bad girl I was and that he always knew he’d fuck me one day, and the whole thing was such a rush I came again. He still hadn’t come so I turned over and told him I wanted him to come in my mouth, taking his dick into my lips. I gave him, and I quote “the best head he’d ever had,” as I fondled his balls and played with his arsehole til he shot his load right down my throat.
We collapsed on the bed and lay there for a while in the afterglow. I made him
swear not to say anything to my boyfriend and we agreed it could never happen again. Realising the time, I picked up my scattered clothes and gave him one final snog before creeping upstairs. My boyfriend was thankfully, still out cold. I must have stunk of sex, but I didn’t really regret what I’d just done. I was just relieved that I’d gotten away with it. The next morning, the three of us ate breakfast like nothing had happened.
My boyfriend and I are still together two years on. They don’t live together any more and, so far at least, Jack and I have managed to stop ourselves from fucking again. I try to avoid him these days as I don’t really trust myself around him and I know I would probably cave if he ever tried it on. The sex was too good. I later realised that I’d left my thong in his bedroom that night, and I like to imagine that he still has it as a memento of our dirty little secret.
He and I were hanging out on the sofa after putting my boyfriend to bed and predictably the conversation turned to sex. We were talking about hot experiences, people we fancied and things we’d always wanted to try, and before long I started getting horny. Jack put his hand on my thigh and started telling me how hot I looked, and that my boyfriend was a lucky guy. When he leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t stop him. It wasn’t long before I was straddling him as we furiously made out.
He carried me to his room and - with my boyfriend asleep just upstairs - we tore off each other’s clothes. I was writing in pleasure as he lay me on the bed and ate me out. He was sooooo good with his tongue and it wasn’t long before I came, with his hand over my mouth to stop me screaming out and waking my boyfriend. I told him I wanted him to fuck me and pushed him back on the bed so I could ride him. I’ll never forget the amazing feeling of sliding down onto his dick for the first time. He was bigger than I was used to, so we had to start slowly but I was soon bouncing up and down as he played with my tits, and having the time of my life. The bed was creaky and we were taking such a risk with how noisy we were being but in the moment, I honestly didn’t care.
After a while, he made me get on all fours. I was only too happy to and presented my arse to him. He absolutely railed me. My pussy was so sore the next day. He started spanking me while telling me what a bad girl I was and that he always knew he’d fuck me one day, and the whole thing was such a rush I came again. He still hadn’t come so I turned over and told him I wanted him to come in my mouth, taking his dick into my lips. I gave him, and I quote “the best head he’d ever had,” as I fondled his balls and played with his arsehole til he shot his load right down my throat.
We collapsed on the bed and lay there for a while in the afterglow. I made him
swear not to say anything to my boyfriend and we agreed it could never happen again. Realising the time, I picked up my scattered clothes and gave him one final snog before creeping upstairs. My boyfriend was thankfully, still out cold. I must have stunk of sex, but I didn’t really regret what I’d just done. I was just relieved that I’d gotten away with it. The next morning, the three of us ate breakfast like nothing had happened.
My boyfriend and I are still together two years on. They don’t live together any more and, so far at least, Jack and I have managed to stop ourselves from fucking again. I try to avoid him these days as I don’t really trust myself around him and I know I would probably cave if he ever tried it on. The sex was too good. I later realised that I’d left my thong in his bedroom that night, and I like to imagine that he still has it as a memento of our dirty little secret.
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