The Birthday Blowjob

I am not what you call a social person; I have never been a fan of going out and getting drunk. However, if I hadn't gone out of my comfort zone on that night, nothing below would have ever happened.

It was my 37th birthday, and I am not sure how, but we decided to go hang out at a local bar to celebrate. It was me, my current girlfriend, and a few other of our friends. One of our friends named Amanda had just shown up, and holy shit, did I have a thing for her. I had met her a few months back; at the time, she was in a relationship, but that still didn't stop me from noticing how hot and sexy she was. Not to mention those amazing big tits she had.

Over the past few months, she and I had also developed, at the time, what we can call a crush on one another, sending suggestive texts back to one another and being flirty when we were together. Now fast forward to this birthday party when she arrived.

"Hey Birthday Boy!"

She said, giving me a hug as she arrived, and then kissed me on the cheek. Her body felt so fucking good pressed against mine. I struggled not to show how much she turned me on, especially with my girlfriend sitting right there.

"So, what are you drinking tonight?"

She asked as she stepped away from me, giving me room to breathe again. "My treat."

She and I walked inside the bar to get a drink, as the door closes behind us, she leans into me and we start kissing right there for anyone to see. Thankfully, my girlfriend and our friends were all still out on the patio, so no one saw. For me, that made the situation even hotter.

Her hand grazed over my bulge as she pulled back, and we walked to the bar, confirming what I already knew about her intentions. She wanted me just as bad as I wanted her. As we approched the bar, she suddenly turned back at me again and asked.

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"Absolutely," I replied with a little grin.

The bartender, seemingly oblivious to our heated exchange, served us our drinks, and with our orders in hand, we headed outside to join the group.

The rest of the night we all drank and talked, and slowly people were starting to leave. That's when my girlfriend suggested Amanda come back to our place. She looked at me and answered, "Yes.". I could feel my cock throb with just the look I got.

We three piled into the cab, and soon enough we were back at my apartment. My girlfriend shrugged off her jacket and had to go to the bathroom. Before she even got out of the room, Amanda was kissing me and rubbing my cock. I was getting harder by the second, so I pulled away before my girlfriend came back in the room. Amanda was turning me on with every look, so I knew I needed to calm down a bit or my girlfriend would definitely get the sense of something going on.

The night went on with us drinking and chatting. The looks I would get from Amanda kept me throbbing, and I was doing everything I could think of to figure out a way to have her that night. So, we kept taking shots and drinking, and as I was trying to come up with the sneakiest plan ever, my girlfriend said she was about to pass out and probably should lay down but told Amanda and myself to feel free to stay up and keep talking if we wanted.

Amanda told her goodnight, and I walked her into the bedroom and gave her a kiss goodnight. I don't know if it was the alcohol or if she had seen something, but the last thing she said to me before she passed out that night was, "Please don't fuck Amanda.". I told her, "Of course not," and she smiled, got in bed, and was off to sleep. I walked back into the living room, and Amanda had moved to the couch to lie down for the night, and I sat at the table looking at my computer.

From my viewpoint, I can see in the bedroom where my girlfriend is currently sleeping, and I can also see the couch where Amanda is lying. Amanda knows I can see her, and inside the bedroom as well, she gives just enough time for a person to fall asleep before she starts teasing me.

Knowing I can't really get up, she starts pulling those amazing tits out and playing with them right there on the couch. She moans softly as she teases herself, her nipples getting harder under her touch. Every once in a while, she looks over at me to make sure I'm watching. And watch I do.

Amanda reaches down and pulls her panties to the side, showing me everything as she gently fingers her wet pussy and rubs her clit. I feel myself growing even more aroused, my cock straining against my jeans.

She inserts a finger, closing her eyes, enjoying the sensation. I adjust myself discreetly, trying to get some relief from the pressure building in my pants. As I watched Amanda pleasure herself on the couch, I couldn't help but imagine the taste of her juices on my tongue.

Amanda, with a wicked glint in her eye, beckons me over with a curl of her finger. I hesitate for a moment, glancing towards my sleeping girlfriend in the adjacent room.

I stand up and walk towards Amanda, each step bringing me closer to the point of no return. She removes her hand from her pussy as I approach, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. I lean over her, capturing her mouth with mine. Our tongues clash and dance as our hands begin exploring each other's bodies.

I quickly make my way down to her sweet little pussy. Not knowing how much time we had, I was at least going to taste that pussy juice she had been leaving all over my couch.

I slide down between Amanda's open thighs, pushing them further apart as my tongue connects with her clit. She moans softly, biting her lip to keep quiet as I devour her pussy. She tastes just as amazing as I thought she would. Her pussy was like candy to me; I could have eaten that all night long.

Amanda arches her back as my tongue enters her soaked pussy. "Oh, God..." she moans quietly, grabbing my hair and pulling me deeper.

After licking her for a few minutes, I stand back up over her on the couch as she lies there looking up at me. She then sits up and starts unbuttoning my pants all while looking back to ensure my girlfriend isn't coming through the door. I kept thinking there is no way I can fuck her without getting caught, but the risk of my girlfriend walking into the living room at any second had me even more turned on than I could imagine.

As Amanda frees my hard cock from its confinement, she immediately takes me in her warm mouth. I groan as the heat and tightness envelop me. Her tongue circles my shaft, teasing me before taking me deep into her throat. My breath hitches as she sets a steady rhythm, bobbing her head back and forth.

My hips move in sync with hers, feeling every inch of me disappear down her throat. She reaches up and cups my balls in her hand, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Mmmm... fuck, your mouth feels so good," I said quietly.

Amanda continues to suck me off right there on the couch as my girlfriend sleeps in the room next to us. Again, the thought of how this is crazy, risky... but oh so thrilling made it even hotter.

She starts sucking harder and faster, stroking me as I fuck her mouth. I can feel I am on the edge of exploding, but she doesn't care. She is doing everything she can to make my cock explode. Amanda deep-throats me one last time, and that's when I start shooting load after load into her mouth. She keeps sucking and swallowing until I'm empty.

With a final swallow, Amanda releases my softening cock from her mouth. She wipes her lips clean with the back of her hand and smirks at me. I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up like nothing had happened.

Amanda looks up at me and says, "Happy birthday," and falls back on the couch, looking at me the whole time, knowing how bad we just were, but she didn't seem to care, just like myself. The alcohol had kicked in for everyone at this point, so she starts getting sleepy and gets comfortable on the couch. I give her one last kiss and head off to climb in bed with my sleeping girlfriend.

I slide into bed beside my girlfriend, still half-asleep. She turns to face me and drapes an arm across my chest. "Happy birthday," she mumbles, kissing my shoulder. She then falls back asleep on my shoulder, and I lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking back on what had just happened. It was so bad but so good at the same time. I close my eyes and just picture Amanda looking up at me as she is sucking my cock.

As I lay there with these amazing images in my head, I could feel myself getting hard all over again. With my girlfriend's hot breath on my shoulder, I thought about how bad it would be if I tried to sneak and make myself cum to the thoughts of Amanda with my girlfriend laying on my shoulder. Just that thought alone got me harder.

I move my hand down to my already hard cock and start stroking slowly. I struggle to keep my breathing quiet as I stroke myself harder and faster. My mind filled with lustful thoughts of Amanda sucking me off earlier. I can feel my orgasm building, getting closer and closer...

The excitement of being undercover with my girlfriend mere inches away surges through me. I try to stifle any noise, but a low moan escapes as I stroke myself faster. I grip myself tighter; my hand moves faster and faster. Images of Amanda fill my head--the curves of her body, the taste of her pussy, the feeling of her mouth around my cock.

Underneath the blankets, my hand works furiously, my body tensing as I push closer to the brink. I try to muffle any sounds escaping my lips, bracing myself for the inevitable. And then, finally, my release hits. I explode all in my hand, with each squirt just giving me more pleasure knowing how bad I have been.

The remnants of my orgasm soak the front of my boxers. As my breathing returns to normal, I leave it where it is. I was turned on by the thought of just falling asleep with cum-soaked boxers. So, with a mess under the covers, my girlfriends are across my chest, and I close my eyes for the night.

The next morning, I wake up alone in bed. My girlfriend had gotten up early, and she and Amanda were in the kitchen. She was getting ready to take Amanda back to the bar to get her car. I could feel how some of the cum was still wet on my boxers, which put a grin on my face. As they get ready to leave, I hear Amanda say, "Goodbye, birthday boy," followed by the door shutting. For the rest of the morning, I lay there with nothing but amazing thoughts of the previous night. What a slut; she would have to eventually be mine.