I love my husband, Wayne, but he works a lot and is frequently away. Even shortly after we were married he still often has to go on business trips, leaving me to fend for myself. Whenever he is at home we fuck all the time, and he loves using me which turns me on so much... but it is always a bit sad when he isn't home. I don't want to cheat on him but I need cock every day and last month when he was away I ended up with another man's big dick between my tits.
I have a friend, my best friend in fact, who I've known since childhood. His name is Alex, and to be honest I think he's always had a bit of a thing for me. But he's a good guy so he's never acted on it, since I've never really reciprocated any interest. I've always had plenty of other guys on the go (and girls too!) and then of course when I got married it was out of the question. We hang out all the time however, and I can see him glance at my tits sometimes - but which man doesn't. Alex just isn't my type though, he's tall but also a bit chubby so I just never had any interest in him that way. He'll make someone else really happy though, of that I have no doubt.
Then last month my husband was away in the US, so he was even in a different time zone and as the days went on I got more and more horny. Rubbing my own pussy just doesn't always cut it. In order to distract me Alex had invited me over for some dinner and a movie night, something we'd taken turns doing since college. I put on a low cut tight dress, did my makeup and off I went, feeling my pussy lips being annoyingly swollen and aching to be touched.
'Stop it, Megan,' I told myself sternly and tried to will my pussy lips to cease being so deliciously wet and soft. 'You won't be getting anything tonight so you might as well calm down!' I added, getting some looks from people on the sidewalk as I stepped outside. I blushed briefly but there was little I could do to change them having heard me arguing with my wet cunt. I hailed a taxi and hopped in and tried to think boring thoughts as the driver took me to Alex's place. It wasn't far, which was lucky since the taxi driver himself definitely wasn't harsh on the eyes and I began fantasisting about what it would be like if he stopped the car and started sucking my big titties. It did nothing to calm down my throbbing little kitty, and it was with relief I stepped out after paying my fare.
I rang the doorbell but didn't wait for Alex to open before I stepped in. We'd known each other so long we were far beyond those kind of niceties.
'Hullooooo,' I called while hanging up my coat, and almost moaned as my pussy lips slid against each other in my soaked panties. It really was torture to not get fucked at least once a day.
'I'm in the kitchen!' Alex replied, and I made my way towards the delicious smelling wafts coming from deeper inside the house. He was making pasta, one of his specialities. 'Can I get you a drink,' he asked while I climbed up on one of the bar stools by the kitchen island.
'Please, a gin and tonic, if you have it,' I told him. He nodded and poured me one, with ice and and a slice of lime. I took a sip while my pussy kept trying to get my attention, and I couldn't resist rubbing it a little against the bar stool I was sitting on. Waves of pleasure shot up my spine and I nearly gasped. Alex gave me a sidelong look.
'Just a... twinge in my back...' I mumbled. 'I was in the gym this morning...'
Alex looked doubtful but turned back to cooking, stirring the pasta sauce.
'So when is Wayne back anyway?' he asked me.