This is my first attempt at this kind of writing. More then happy to hear any feedback. Thanks
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I've been married for six years now. It's a pretty common story, my wife and I started with a very active sex life but that quickly tapered off to the occasional encounter. We're in our early 30s, both quite fit and healthy. There is no particular reason we are so rarely intimate, just how things end up sometimes I guess.
My name is Dean. I've been working at the same Marketing Firm for over 10 years now. I've known some of my co-workers longer then I've known my wife and have become very comfortable with them... perhaps too comfortable. There is one woman in particular who I am quite close with. A gorgeous redhead named Gwen, with very large breasts and an amazing lil' bubble butt. Her ears are adorned with numerous piercings and she has a really well done tattoo sleeve on her left arm (yes, I asked her if she has any other tattoos and she just shrugged her shoulders and gave me a coy smile). I never really thought of her "that way" until recently. She was in a serious relationship until a few months ago and since the breakup has been dressing much more provocatively then normal. Hell, a day last week she came to my desk to discuss a brief and her breasts almost popped out of this tiny white shirt she was wearing as she bent over my desk. I couldn't help but stare and I know she caught me. Again, I got her patented coy smile.
We vent about everything during our lunches away from the office. She is well aware of my sexual frustrations. A few days ago over Thai, I thought I had gone too far. In my ramblings I admitted that I haven't received a blowjob since before my wife (she's just not in to that). I also said that the odd time me do have sex, I love to go down on her. I always makes sure she cums at least once from my tongue before we do anything. I surprised myself with the statement.
Gwen looked stunned but responded casually. "That's just not fair. She should be giving as good as she gets. I know I would."
Again, that coy smile was shot my way.
We both had a laugh and I changed the topic of conversation to ease the awkwardness. I have to admit, I couldn't stop thinking about her the rest of the day though. My cock hardened as I sat at my desk, thinking about her soft lips wrapped around my shaft. Needless to say it was a long afternoon before I could get home and provide myself with a little release.
That weekend, there was a party at an old co-workers house who lived out in the country. My wife was supposed to attend but wasn't feeling very well that evening so she opted out. I skipped the early BBQ part of the party and strolled in around 9pm. The party was already going strong. I said my "hello's" as I walked around and stopped in mid-stride as I saw Gwen across the living-room. She was wearing a short skirt, showing off her fantastic legs and a probably the tightest top I had ever seen. She was busting out of it and every man in the room was loving it.
My mind immediately raced back to the though of her lips wrapped around my cock, head bobbing up and down. My cock twitched but it was too late to avoid her, no time to calm down. We had already made eye contact and she motioned for me to go to her. I didn't even notice her hot friend, Jen, standing beside her as I walked up and she gave me a big hug. There was no doubt she felt my cock twitch again as our bodies met, she let out a sweet little moan in my ear right before we released the embrace. That smile was waiting for me again.
Not to be rude, I gave her friend a hug as well although I didn't get close enough for her to feel my hardening dick. Jen was a tall blonde, in her mid 20's with small perky tits and a tight ass. She was quite slim and looked amazing in her school girl like plaid skirt and white tank-top outfit she had on. I had met her a few times and we got along quite well. I had heard many stories from Gwen about Jens crazy adventures. She was a very free-spirited bisexual and I was sure she had a thing for Gwen.
The booze was flowing heavily throughout the night. People were having a great time and we were all more then a little tipsy. As some point, I got the desire for a joint so I invited the girls out with me. The three of us stumbled outside and into the vast backyard that bordered on farmland. We walked around chatting until we found a nice open space in a clearing, the stars and moon lit up the area as if it were almost daylight.
We all sat down in the grass, myself in the middle and I sparked up. We passed the joint around a few times and just sat there. To my surprise, Gwen blurted out to Jen, "Can you believe he hasn't had a blowjob in over six years! SIX YEARS! His wife won't suck his cock at all."
"Damn, is that true?" Jen asked me. "You must be ready to explode or something... stay back, sounds dangerous."
We all laughed but I had to admit that it was true.
