Before I married I was happy to explore sex. Once I married I was happy to make love to one man. After my divorce, I was battered and just didn’t think I would ever feel that need for a sexual partner again. Eleven months of celibacy and I had finally cracked.
I woke that morning feeling a familiar urge sparking to life. That urge that said I need sex and not mediocre sex with the guy next door. I wanted to be fucked like it was a man’s last chance for sex. I wasn’t the bar type. Honestly, it had been so long, did I remember how to flirt my way into a hook-up?
I lay in bed contemplating my situation. I was tired of providing my own orgasms with a subpar vibrator and porn. I needed dick. Plain and simple. My mind strayed to a friend that had gone through a messy divorce recently too. He had gained sole custody of his daughter and had made comments of how non-existent his sex life had been. He always told me if I needed anything to call. Was sex included in that offer?
I reached for my phone on my bedside table and sent him a text. Hey. What are you up to tonight I was thinking we could hang out?
Within just a minute, he responded, Callie is going to her grandparents tonight. Come hang out so I don’t spend the entire night drinking by myself.
Well, that part was easy. Now how does someone seduce their best friend into fucking them? This was either going to be just what the doctor ordered or the most embarrassing moment of my life.
When I got ready that evening I dressed with Jared in mind. I knew he loved it when a woman wore western boots and jeans. This was a typical look for me anyway. I put on my favorite bootcut jeans that clung to my curves, a thin black tank top with a sweetheart neckline, and my black western boots. I just pulled my hair into a ponytail to combat the heat and made sure my makeup accentuated my eyes.
When I pulled up to Jared’s house I had nearly chickened out of this insane idea. I stepped out of the car and saw him propped against the door frame with a bottle of tequila. With a slow grin he said, “Babe, I hope you brought clothes for tomorrow. We are getting drunk tonight.” It was common practice for him to call me names like babe, and even for me to crash in his guest room if we had a few drinks.
I walked to the porch and somewhere between my car and standing two feet in front of him, my choice was made. I reached out grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt and kissed him. I heard the bottle hit the porch floor as his hands found my waist. His right hand roamed up my back and into my hair. I felt him wrap his hand around my ponytail and tug my hair. My head tilted, giving him deeper access for his tongue to plunge and explore.
The moan that slipped out of me added heat to his kiss. I knew my lips were going to be swollen and red when we finally broke this kiss. My hand stayed fisted in his shirt, anchoring myself to this moment. My hips ground against his and I felt his hard cock through his jeans. Damn, this man was big!
His hands slid to my ass and he lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and he began to move back into the house. I was reaching for the hem of my shirt as he walked and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the floor. His mouth immediately went to the swell of my breasts, sucking against the partially exposed flesh.
Jared walked into the bedroom and laid me back on the bed. As he stood he jerked his shirt off and exposed tatted muscles that made my pussy drip. Kneeling on the bed, I unfasted my bra, letting my large tits fall free. Jared wasted no time cupping each in his hands as my head tilted back.
With a groan from Jared and a sigh from me, there was a sudden chaos of our remaining clothes and shoes being removed.
Jared lifted me off the bed turned me so my bare back was pressed into his chest. His palm pressed between my shoulders, pushing me forward, and I bent at the waist to wrap my hands around one of the columns of the four-poster bed.
I felt his hard cock probing at my wet pussy and pushed back to take him. I needed him and I needed him now. Jared thrust in deep and hard, his hand fisting into my hair, pulling my head back. I was gasping for breath and moaning with each slide of his cock.
Jared never slowed, never calmed his force. This man was going to ruin me for all other men. With each upward thrust, I grew more frantic for my orgasm.
Jared’s right hand left my waist to move forward, he leaned closer, and his fingers landed on my clit. He circled and pressed into my swollen clit. My muscles began to burn and my breathing was labored.
Jared’s next thrust pushed me over the edge and I was crying out with an orgasm that caused spasms throughout my body.
Jared never stopped fucking me. When my body began to relax, he pulled my hair, forcing me up right against his chest. Jared’s angle changed, but his relentless force never slowed. This was not making love, this was not sex, this was the fucking I craved.
Jared’s left hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing slightly, and I knew I was going to cum again soon. My hands reached behind me, digging my nails into his hips as we fucked. His right hand grabbed a handful of tit as he began pushing into me faster and harder.
I was screaming in pleasure when Jared started growling in ecstasy. His hand squeezed harder on my throat. My orgasm was so close that I could feel muscles aching and begging for release.
Jared’s thrusts began to falter and he yelled out my name as he started to cum. I felt the heat of him and it sent me spiraling into another orgasm.
We fell onto the bed in a sweaty tangle. Gasping for air, we lay still for a few minutes. I felt Jared move to stand, but didn’t turn to face him.
The smack and sting on my bare ass shocked me into a squeal. Jared laughed and said, “We are doing that shit again!”