Author's note: A friend of mine really did this to me. I'm ashamed of it, but turned on by it at the same time. I'm a beginner, so forgive my rookie mistakes. This is my 1st & probably last story, since none of my sexual encounters have been as noteworthy. :( Enjoy!
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My name is Sheryl, and a few years ago I separated from my second Husband for 8 months. His teenage Son moved in with us, and I wasn't used to sharing my hubby. This created a lot of stress between us, and two months later I decided to get an apartment so I could sort myself out. He was upset that I was leaving and he guaranteed I couldn't live on my own because I didn't make enough money. But I was doing it. I moved into a place on the other side of the county, and started over.
Let me describe myself, I was 46 at the time, but my 36 year old Husband always told me I looked younger than the women he saw at his 20 year reunion. I'm of Irish decent, and have brown eyes & lots of cute freckles. My hair's naturally brown, but I've always colored it red. It makes me feel more Irish, and plus it looks good too. I'm 5'5" tall, and my weight is 195 pounds, and I have tanned brown skin. It shows off my freckles. My most outstanding feature are my tits. My first Husband never let me call them boobs. He said old Grandmas have big boobs, what I have are nice big tits. My bra size is 38F. I can squeeze in to a smaller one, but the 38F is more comfortable. At my age, my tits sag some, but Hubby always tell me they have that sexy pear shape that he loves so much. My hips are a little wide too, but it gives me a proportional look that balances out being so top heavy. It's a big hourglass, but a do have a nice hourglass figure.
I met Kenny when I was a member of a company bowling team 4 years ago. Kenny was 48, had a nice build, but middle age was catching up to him. He started losing hair years ago, and was more than a little bald, plus was getting a beer belly. He had a good job, and had hidden a nice stash of cash away from his ex-wife, so he didn't have any worries financially. His divorce was nasty and had gutted him mentally. He was just kind of sad. But he was a good guy and we always had a good time talking. My Husband had met Kenny, and was never threatened by our friendship. He had no problem if Kenny and I went out to dinner occasionally. I didn't find Kenny attractive at all, he was just a lonely guy who needed someone to talk to and bitch about his problems. While we were separated, my Husband and I still had sex. I still loved him, and things were tense between us, but we both had needs even if I was confused about my feelings for him. If anything, it made our sex life better. Even though I lived sex, I would never have sex with him if his Son was in the house (wrong, I know), but once I moved out, it was so hot to quickly and quietly sneak one in while the kid played his Play Station when I visited him. Or he would visit me, and we would have hot sweaty sex in the storage building after he finished some yard work for me. It was like we were dating again. I was a very loyal person, if a bit naΓ―ve, so we made promises to each other to stay faithful until we either divorced or reconciled, but our separation was on again, off again. Right now it was very off again, I hadn't spoken to him in a week.
During the weekends I reconnected with friends, and usually had some over to have drinks, play cards or watch movies. They brought the booze and munchies, I provided the place. I was too broke to provide anything else. Living on one income was a lot harder than I thought it would be. One Saturday, Kenny was over along with my friend Lara, and we doing just that, drinking and playing cards. I was laughing at Kenny drunkenly trying to charm his way into Lara pants, but getting shot down all evening. Lara headed home after a few hours of rejecting Kenny, and it was just us. After another hour of tequila shots and chasers we were pretty trashed. He started whining about how he has no luck with women, which got our drunken pity party started. His boss was busting his balls at work, and I thought my marriage was falling apart. I let it slip that my car was going to be repossessed because I couldn't afford rent and a car payment, and God help me, I turned into a crying drunk right there. "How can I get to work with no car? And my Husband, he bought that car as a gift for me, he'll never forgive me if I lose it. What am I going to do?" I sobbed.
Kenny seemed suddenly sober. He stared at me for a long while, I could tell the gears were turning in his head. "I'll pay your car payment." He finally said. I looked up through my tears, what was he talking about?
Kenny said, "Don't worry about it, I'll pay your car payment." I had cleaned his house before for some extra cash, so I jumped up and hugged him and told him I would clean his house, pick up his groceries, even walk his dog for him. I was so relieved; everything was going to be okay.
"I want to fuck your tits." Kenny blurted out. I must have heard him wrong. What did he just say? "Sheryl, I... I'll pay your car payment, but I want to fuck your big tits." I just stared at him, stunned.
"No, no, there is no way." I stammered. "Kenny, I'm married! And you're my friend, why would you say that to me?" I said as I glared at him.
Kenny sighed "Sheryl, your tits are gorgeous. You're a hugger, and every time you hug me you press those puppies into my chest and immediately my dick gets hard. I'm not going home to beat off thinking about cumming in your deep cleavage like I normally do. If you want to keep your car, you're going to have breast sex with me. You won't be cheating, I'll won't touch your pussy, only your tits. Think about it. What will your hubby say when your car is repossessed? You'll never live it down and you know it."
In my alcohol fogged brain, he was actually making sense. I was pissed off at his drunk ass, but he was making sense. There was no way I'd let my Husband know I lost my car, I was too stubborn for that to happen. I really needed the money, but still, it wasn't happening. I made a promise to my Husband. Even if I did break my promise, it would never be with Kenny. There wasn't a thing about him that did it for me sexually. And right now, he made me sick. I told him to get the Hell out.
Kenny started toward the door, stopped and turned back to face me. Looking at the floor he whispered to himself "Shit, fuck it. I'm drunk, and this is gonna happen." He looked up, still unsure of himself, but the tequila made him bold. "Sheryl, I haven't been laid in months. The only physical contact I have with women is when you smash you tits into me when I get a hello hug from you. I've jacked off fantasizing about fucking those tits more times than I can remember. I've even printed our team bowling photo so I can shoot my wad all over your picture. I'm obsessed with you titties and if you don't let me fuck them, I'll tell your Hubby that I fucked you and we're a couple now. Your neighbors see my truck here all the time, it'll be pretty easy to get people to believe it. Sure, I'll probably get my ass kicked, which will hurt for a week. But he'll divorce you for adultery, and everyone will think you're a cheating whore. How long will that hurt? A lot longer than a week. And you'll still lose that car that you love so much. Just a little tit fucking will make that all go away."
I stood there open mouthed. "You wouldn't dare do that to me!"
Kenny took a few steps toward me, "Tonight I would, and I will. I'm already drunk, I'll call him and he'll think the alcohol had the truth just spilling out of me. I. Will. Do. It."
And he would too. I could see it in his bloodshot eyes. Mild mannered Kenny would actually do this. At that point, I was just tired. Tired of crying, tired of worrying about my marriage, and tired of Kenny. I started to justify it to myself. It wasn't cheating if Kenny didn't fuck me, it was just a quick tit fuck. Kenny was drunk and desperate. He had me and we both knew it. But I didn't like being blackmailed, so I was going to go it on my terms. "Ok, I'll do it asshole. But I'm keeping my bra on, you can fuck them, but you don't get to see them." I sneered. Kenny's eyed got wide and he stammered "But you've got to let me see them, I've dreamed so long..." "No! You said you get to fuck them and that's all you'll get. You're a god damn scumbag for making me do this." I barked at him. "But I'd be glad to let you see them instead of fuck them..." I trailed off.
Kenny thought about it for a few seconds and started slowly rubbing his dick through his jeans as he thought about it.
He shook his head and said "No, I definitely want to fuck them, please let me fuck them Sheryl."
"I want a check for $638.00 on my table before I do anything with you." I snapped at him.
Kenny practically ran out to his truck and fetched his check book. His hands were shaking as he frantically wrote out the check. He finished and looked up at me expectantly. I told him to get a towel and sit on the couch. I hadn't unpacked all my personal items yet, so I had no idea where my sex lube was. So I got a bottle of extra virgin (how fitting) olive oil out of the cabinet, did one final shot tequila, and joined him in the living room.