Married Male Friend

Two.

TWO.

Gwen kissed with that urgency I only saw in a Hollywood movie or when I was meeting up with a woman who was cheating on her partner. Maybe she was unconcerned to be cheating. Maybe it’s what really got her off and not the actual s*x. Maybe she had an open marriage. I frankly didn’t care and neither did she, otherwise she would have taken some care in hiding her wedding band and large diamond ring.

“You in a hurry?” I asked as we moved through the hotel door and into the room I had rented for us. Making out in the hallway was fun, but it could only go so far before we ran the risk of getting kicked out of the hotel, room rented or not.

She shook her head at me as she opened the buttons to her blouse. Her fine blond bangs swung in front of her crystal blue eyes. “Not in a hurry,” she said. “Just eager.” She approached me again and I reached inside her blouse to feel her breasts while she dropped one hand to cup my c**k through my jeans.

Through the lacy bra she was wearing I could feel her hard n*****s. She was eager. Denise rubbed my c**k. “I can’t wait to get this big boy inside me,” she said.

“Mouth or p***y?” I asked right before we kissed. Her tongue darted into my mouth, exploring. I liked her aggression and I liked the feel of her hot tongue.

“Both,” she said, breaking the kiss and dropping to her knees. “Mouth first.” She pulled at my belt and expertly opened the buckle so she could unzip me. For a married woman she knew exactly what she was doing. I doubted I was the first guy she had cheated with on her husband.

Gwen knew exactly how to give a blowjob. It took her a minute to get into it with me because we were both new to each other or maybe she was out of practice, but once I got hard and she found her groove, I lost myself in her lips, mouth, and tongue.

As good as her blowjob felt, I didn’t want to waste it in her mouth. I could get that pleasure almost anywhere—and I have. She had said she’d be happy to go bare and I intended on f*****g her p***y and finishing there first. Everything after that would be up to her.

I pushed her back and looked down. While she had been sucking on my c**k she had removed her bra and unzipped her pants. Apparently she was as eager as I was. I pulled off my t-shirt, kicked off my shoes, and stepped out of my jeans, naked and ready for her.

“I love to see c***s hard and red like that,” she said as she got up and went to the bed. She fell back and kicked off her pants, leaving on only her panties. “Come and f**k me.”

There was no reason for her to issue that invitation twice. I crawled onto the bed, put my face between her legs, and grabbed the top edge of her elastic to her panties with my teeth. She enjoyed me pulling them down her thighs. She enjoyed it even more when I plunged my big c**k into her p***y. Gwen was wet and warm and our bodies fitted together perfectly.

“Oh…fuck…it’s been too long since I’ve had a big c**k,” she moaned in my ear as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Is your husband small?” I asked, finally confronting the fact that she was most definitely a married woman.

Gwen giggled up at me. “Small enough. Have you ever f****d a married woman before?”

She was a few years older than me. Not much older, but it was definitely there. Not that I cared. She was still incredibly hot and sexy…and willing. That was an important part of her personality.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “A couple of times. Why’d you marry your husband if he’s got a small c**k?”

Gwen silenced me with a kiss. “Because he makes good money. Now shut up and f**k me.”

So I f****d her. I wasn’t going to mess up a good deal by running my mouth. The fact that she was married was actually a turn on. I hadn’t had much luck with girl in high school. The ones I was interested in were always dating other guys, usually older guys. Now that I was able to score women, the fact that some of them were married made it that much better. Forbidden fruit was the sweetest.

The way Gwen f****d was like a woman who hadn’t had a decent f**k in a year. She was desperate. Or maybe she was just horny and eager to get some strange. Even though she said she was safe and wouldn’t get pregnant, there was always that risk she was lying. In that case, I’d make myself scarce and let Gwen’s husband deal with the fallout.

Yeah, not classy, I know. But she knew the risks as well.

We f****d missionary for a few minutes, then I flipped her over and f****d her from behind. My big c**k was hitting her in all the right spots; anyone would tell by her moaning. She actually soaked the sheets when she came. When I came she yowled with pleasure. I love hearing women c*m. There’s no more beautiful sound.

“It’s impolite to ask someone about their marriage when you’re in bed with them,” Gwen said while we were lounging on the bed, relaxing and recovering. We both knew we were going to f**k again before we were done. We just needed a few minutes.

I laughed at her new rule of etiquette. “Where did that come from? Emily Post’s Guide to Adultery?” I continued to snigger until she pinched me hard on my biceps. “Ow! What’s that for?”

“I’m just looking for some NSA s*x,” she said. “I’m not looking for a relationship. Let’s not discuss our outside lives.”

“Okay. Fine. I can follow those rules.”

Gwen smiled at me. “Good. You were a great f**k. I was hoping we could turn this into an occasional thing between us.” She reached for my c**k which was resting against my thigh. “Mind if I give you a blowjob?”

“Did a guy ever tell you no to a blowjob?” I asked her as she moved down my body.

Right before she put me in her mouth she said, “No.” I was still sensitive so I got harder much quicker than usual. She didn’t mind. “I’m going to make you c*m in my mouth,” she said taking a quick break while she used her hand on me. “And I’m going to swallow it all.”

She made good on her promise.