This is a true story, names have been changed but this is a true account of what happened.
Please be kind as I couldn't find an editor to check this over for me and this is my first attempt at writing anything.
Thank you.
My name is Michaela and I am in my best friend Lily's kitchen leaning against the sink with her husband Ian fucking my pussy from behind. How on earth did this happen?
Go back two months to a party at a mutual friends, the drinks were flowing and as usual I ended up chatting to Ian. We always seemed to end up chatting to each other at any get together, partly due to the fact that we had the same warped sense of humour and that my friend virtually abandoned him once they were there.
He is my safe person to flirt with knowing nothing would ever happen and I admit I tease him terribly, wearing low cut tops and bending over so only he can see, rubbing up against him in the kitchen or in the garden etc.
I am divorced and had been single on and off during the 25 years he had been with Lily
I was really rather pleasantly drunk and Ian had never seen me drunk in all the years we had been friends. We were in the garden chatting and realised that we were alone.
He asked for a kiss as we always kissed on meeting and for some reason today we hadn't. So I leaned in to kiss him on the lips as usual and as our lips touched I remember thinking how wonderfully soft his lips were and then he pressed harder than normal and slipped his tongue between my lips.
It was such a shock - an actual physical shock, I felt it all the way down to my toes. For a split second I kissed him back but then came to my senses and pulled away.
I wagged my finger at him and said "Uh uh no way, not happening." and pulled away and went inside to the toilets.
I sat on the toilet thinking to myself "Oh my god Ian kissed me!" over and over but I was also thinking about how turned on and how wet my pussy was from that one kiss. I finished up and went to wash my hands and went back to the party.
Another guest John had got me another rather very large vodka and lemonade, which I drank rather quickly.
I heard Ian say my name from behind and there he stood smiling at me with a fresh drink for me in his hand. "All okay?" he asked me obviously referring to what happened outside rather than how I was.
"Yes everything is more than okay." I replied smiling at him to show I meant it. He passed me the drink and as he did our fingers touched and there was that spark flying between us again.
We made small talk while we sipped our drinks and suddenly Ian asked "Do you want to get some air? It's very warm in here."
"That would be nice." I said smiling.
So we put our drinks down and went outside to the back garden
Once outside we found ourselves in a quiet dark corner, so I jumped in quickly and said to him "I can't believe that you kissed me like that, it was so wrong but I liked it so much that I have to do this but this is as far as it goes."
And with that I grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down to me and kissed him. Our tongues moved around each others and we kissed deeply for a minute or so before pulling apart.
We stood and looked at each other, panting with desire, we were both shocked at how turned on we both obviously were.
I could see his erection pressing against his trousers. He could see my rock hard nipples pressing through my bra and my top.
My pussy was throbbing and soaking wet.
But I looked at him and said "That's it no more, nothing more can happen no matter how much we like each other," I turned away saying "you're married to my best friend and I love her more than anything."
"I know, I love her too," he replied "she is my wife but I have fancied you since the day I first heard you on the phone to her, telling me to never hurt her or you would kill me."
"What!" I exclaimed "That was 25 years ago."
"I know but as soon as I heard your voice it turned me on so much that my cock was hard within seconds. Like it is every time I talk to you on the phone." he looked at me and said "Do you remember the first time we met?"
"Yes I do," I replied "In the kitchen at my house."
"And you said to Lily that I wasn't your type," he sighed "which is why I have never said anything to you about how much more I fancied you than her." Ian's confession shocked me to the core.
"I only said that because she put me on the spot, what else was I supposed to say?" I sighed "I couldn't very well say I fancied the pants off of you could I now?"
"Well now we both know we fancy each other," he stated "So are we going to do anything about it?" he asked me as he was running his hand up and down my arm, smiling his oh so sexy smile.
"No Ian," I replied moving away from his electric touch, "we can't do anything, I couldn't do that to her, but obviously I will never say anything to her about this."
And I walked away back inside to the party leaving Ian in the garden to cool down.
We bumped into each other a few more times during the party but nothing else happened.
We did however start talking more and more on the phone, each time the conversation got more sexual in nature until we were both confessing our deepest desires to each other.
Mine wanting him to fuck me in their kitchen as I stood at the sink. Strange I know but hey it turned me on so much for some reason.
His to tie me up and dominate me.
But a few weeks later I was spending the weekend with them but Lily had been called into work by the time I arrived, which had happened before but now I was feeling nervous knowing I was alone with Ian for the next three to four hours.
I put my clothes and toiletries away in the spare room and sat on the bed wondering what would happen between us and what I was going to do. I was so torn, because during our conversations we had both admitted to loving the other but hiding it from even ourselves.
