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I've never told this story to anyone except my wife. It happened before we met and I don't know if those involved are still around. We lost contact some years ago, so to be on the safe side, I've changed their names.
I was twenty and had gone off to join the Army. At the end of basic training and before the start of trade training my squad was given a long weekend leave pass. I caught the train on the Thursday evening to Bristol with a bag of laundry hoping my mother would wash it for me. Friday morning I phoned round all my mates but they were either working or out of town. Fuck, this was going to be boring.
Before heading off to the Army, my best mate Nick had loaned me three cassette tapes - no downloads or CDs in those days. I phoned the truck dealership where he worked but was told he was away in Manchester until Monday at some sort of trade show. Nick had married a girl called Debbie in the spring of that year, a girl I'd always fancied but she was out of my league. As their house was closer than the dealership I thought I'd drop the cassettes round. If she wasn't in I'd push them through the letterbox.
As I pulled up on my Kawasaki trials bike, I saw her in the front garden, chatting over the fence with a neighbour. Fuck, she looked hotter than ever in a tight t-shirt and shorts. "Andy!" she squealed as I took off my helmet, "How nice to see you. You've missed Nick, he's in Manchester." She bounced over, her blonde ponytail swaying, her gorgeous C-cup tits jiggling and gave me a hug.
"That's okay," I said, "I just wanted to return these cassettes."
She stepped back and said, "Well, Army life certainly seems to be suiting you, you look much leaner and fitter. I was just about to put the kettle on, tea or coffee?"
"Ah, coffee please, thanks."
For half an hour we sat on the sofa and chatted, mostly about how I was getting on in the Army. Strangely, every time I mentioned her and Nick, she changed the subject. Then she said, "You're nice and tall, Andy, I wonder if you could do me a favour? When I pulled the curtains last night the curtain rail pulled away. There's a street light right outside the window and it kept me awake all night."
"Sure," I said. I followed her upstairs, admiring her ass all the way. After a quick inspection, I said, "It's just the rawlplug pulled out, it needs a bigger one. Where does Nick keep his tools and DIY stuff?"
"In the cupboard under the stairs mostly," said Debbie.
After a good rummage, I found his tub of odd rawlplugs and a screwdriver. Debbie sat on the bed and watched me. Satisfied that everything was solid, I tidied away and looked at her. She seemed to be far away, staring at the wall. "You okay?" I asked, sitting next to her. "Oh god!" she wailed and began sobbing. What the fuck?
Throwing her arms around me, she cried into my shoulder. I didn't have a clue what to say or do so just sat there rubbing her back. It took a while but she finally calmed down and reached for a box of tissues. "I'm sorry," she sniffed, "You don't need this."
"What's going on?" I asked quietly.
She took a deep breath and said, "Am I pretty, Andy?"
"Pretty?" I said, "You're the hottest, sexiest woman I know."
She shook her head and said, "But Nick's not interested in me. He hasn't looked at me for months, not since he got the promotion."
"What promotion?" I asked.
"He was the top salesman but then the sales manager was sacked, some sort of fiddle he was running. Anyway they promoted Nick but he's a salesman, not a manager and he's too young. He leaves here at six in the morning to get in before everyone else and often works to eight or nine. Then he comes in, eats, has a shower and goes to bed. He only takes Sundays off when he's either asleep or goes to football."
"Sounds like he needs to learn to delegate," I said.
Debbie nodded and said, "I've tried to talk to him but he just says that things will get better soon. But it's been like it for months now."
"Nick's a good guy, Debbie," I said, "I've known him since primary school. At your engagement party, he said to me, "She's going to have the best of everything, Andy. I'll work my fingers to the bone to give her nice clothes and a good house."
"But I don't want that," said Debbie, crying again, "I just want him." Sniffing and wiping her eyes she said, "He's always looked up to you, Andy, could you talk to him?"
I scratched my head and asked, "When's he due home, his office said Monday?"
"Yes," she nodded, "He's leaving Manchester at lunchtime and will be here around six."
"I was planning on going back Monday but I don't have to actually be back until First Parade on Tuesday which is 7am. I could call round about seven Monday evening and take him up the pub, then get the last train up to Paddington Station, cross to Waterloo Station and catch the early paper train down. That gets in around 5am and will give me plenty of time to get sorted."
"Oh would you?" said Debbie hugging me tight and looking at me with her wet but still sparkling blue eyes.
"Of course," I said, before adding without thinking, "I'd do anything for you."
Her attitude seemed to change. She frowned before saying, "Anything?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Thank you," she said, leaning forward to give me brief thank you kiss. At least, that what was I anticipated but instead of a friendly peck, she lingered. Then her tongue touched my lips. Now I know what you're thinking reading this - go on, fuck her. But it's wasn't that simple. I'd known Nick since the age of five. I was Best Man at their wedding for fuck's sake. I pushed her away saying, "What are you doing?"
Unbuttoning my shirt she said, "You said you'd do anything."
"But..., I didn't mean..., I mean..., what if Nick...?"
Sliding her hand inside my shirt she pinched my nipple and said, "He rang me from Manchester an hour ago. He's not going to burst through the door. It's just you and me and no-one need ever know."
I knew it was so wrong but the devil on my shoulder screamed, "Fuck the bitch, you know you want to, you know you've always wanted to. How many times have you sent cum up your chest thinking of her?"
I shook my head but found myself pushing her back onto the bed. The next few minutes were crazy, like two wild a****ls released from a cage. We kissed, tongues fighting for dominance as we tore at each other's clothes in an uncontrolled frenzy. With her panties off and my jeans and boxers around my knees, I spread her legs and drove my cock in deep. "Yes!" she cried, digging her heels into my ass, spurring me on.
I fucked her harder than I'd fucked anyone before. Her nails raked my back, her lips curled, she sucked air in through gritted teeth and her eyes became wild and intense. With an arm around each leg, I forced her feet back by her ears. Her body and tits shook each time I crashed into her. She hissed like a snake, pulled me down and bit my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me and she came like a tornado, squealing into my shoulder, her body bucking and twisting. Her cunt clenched again and again. I couldn't hold back. With a roar, I rammed in deep and my cock pulsed, flooding her cunt with sperm. It had taken barely a minute.
We lay there panting until finally, I said, "Holy fuck!" which made her giggle.
I went to move but she said, "No, stay there while I hold you." After a couple of minutes, she squeezed her cunt muscles and my softening cock popped out allowing me to roll off to my left. I lay there, staring at the ceiling. What the fuck? I'd just...
"Don't," she said.
"Sorry?" I said.
"Don't you dare lay there regretting what we just did. I've wanted that for so long, since I first met you."
"What?" I said, pushing myself up onto one elbow.
She looked at me and said seriously, "You could have had me anytime you wanted, Andy."
"Jeez!" I said, flopping back down.
"And you can have me anytime you want. In fact, we've got until Monday afternoon. That fuck was just to get it out of our systems. Now I want you to make love to me, properly, over and over."
She was right, I was feeling guilty, but it had happened. There was no turning back the clock. And as the saying goes - might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb. "Okay," I said quietly.
She turned to me and laid her head on my chest. As she absently played with my cock she said, "Despite our problems, I do love Nick you know. We'll get through this and I won't leave him."
"I know," I said, stroking her long hair which in our passion had come free of her ponytail. I could feel my cock stirring again - not something that happens so quickly these days, hehe. Without another word, she slid down my body and took me in her mouth. "Nnnnnn..." I moaned, twisting my hips.
She pushed her hair back and grinned at me saying, "God, I love the taste of a musky, cummy cock." The little devil had been right, I'd masturbated many times, imagining Debbie sucking my cock. I wasn't disappointed, she's a very good cock sucker, varying her tempo, occasionally grating my head with her teeth, playing with my balls and taking me deep. She seemed to particularly relish sucking and licking my head which was fine by me. I was looking forward to cumming in her mouth but she had other plans.
Getting onto her knees, she swung a leg over, facing me. I watched my cum drip out of her cunt onto my cock before she lowered herself. I was engulfed in her warm canal, slick with cum and her juices. Placing two hands on my chest she said, "Don't move, let me."
For the next twenty minutes, she effectively masturbated on my cock. My only contribution was lifting my head and sucking on her hard nipples. She rode me, twisted on me, worked me inside her using her hips. Her eyes were shut and she began to moan almost constantly. Her arms gave way and she fell onto me, crushing her tits on my chest, her mouth by my ear, panting hard. "Touch my asshole, please," she panted.
I reached around, slicked my finger in the juices oozing out of her and circled her little rosebud. "Oh..., fuuuuuuuck...," she gasped into my ear. She jammed herself down hard and squealed as her body shook and her cunt gripped and released my cock. "Oh my god..., oh my god..." she moaned, then "Oh!..." as I rolled us, my cock still in her. On top now, I fucked her slow and deep, pausing each time my seven inches bottomed out. With her ankles crossed behind me, we kissed long and deep. Each time I paused she held me tight and I felt her cunt clench.
Our bodies moved in total harmony. This wasn't a fuck, it was two entities merging as one, establishing a perfect rhythm. Our arms engulfed each other, raking, clawing until together, we reached the inevitable shattering climax. Debbie sobbed as we held each other, not wanting the moment to end.
My motorbike didn't move for two days. We fucked and sucked everywhere - the bed, shower, bath, kitchen, the garden at midnight until finally, in the early hours of Monday morning, she gave me her anal virginity. It was hard riding away but we both knew it had to be.
I kept my promise, returning on the Monday evening and taking Nick up the pub. We talked for a long time but I finally convinced him that his relationship with Debbie was far more important than his job or money.
It was seven months before I saw them again. It was during my three weeks embarkation leave before a two year posting to Hong Kong. We'd arranged to meet in a pub on the River Avon. Debbie smiled at my reaction on seeing her big baby bump. I congratulated them and we had a lovely chatty meal. Before the dessert course, Nick excused himself and went to the gents. Debbie slid around next to me and put my hand on her bump.
"It's yours you know," she said, staring at me.
"What?" I said.
She nodded, "It was over six weeks before Nick and I had sex again and by then I'd missed a period."
"Holy fuck!" I hissed, "So he knows?"
Shaking her head she said, "Two weeks after that weekend we went to a wedding in Wrexham and stayed in a hotel. Nick got very drunk. I had to almost carry him up the stairs before he passed out on the bed. The next morning he said he couldn't remember leaving the reception. I told him we'd had sex. He doesn't suspect a thing."
"I'd assumed you were on the pill or something."
"No, I'd been hoping that Nick would make me pregnant and that would solve our problems. I didn't use you, Andy, it just happened. I don't regret a single second of that weekend."
"And things are okay now? Between you?"
Debbie nodded, "Nick spoke to one of the directors. They sent him on a management course at Brunel Polytechnic. Things are fine now, we've even been on holiday to Madeira, and it's all thanks to you."
Eight weeks later, Debbie gave birth to a baby boy, Felix Andrew. I'm his Godfather.
I was twenty and had gone off to join the Army. At the end of basic training and before the start of trade training my squad was given a long weekend leave pass. I caught the train on the Thursday evening to Bristol with a bag of laundry hoping my mother would wash it for me. Friday morning I phoned round all my mates but they were either working or out of town. Fuck, this was going to be boring.
Before heading off to the Army, my best mate Nick had loaned me three cassette tapes - no downloads or CDs in those days. I phoned the truck dealership where he worked but was told he was away in Manchester until Monday at some sort of trade show. Nick had married a girl called Debbie in the spring of that year, a girl I'd always fancied but she was out of my league. As their house was closer than the dealership I thought I'd drop the cassettes round. If she wasn't in I'd push them through the letterbox.
As I pulled up on my Kawasaki trials bike, I saw her in the front garden, chatting over the fence with a neighbour. Fuck, she looked hotter than ever in a tight t-shirt and shorts. "Andy!" she squealed as I took off my helmet, "How nice to see you. You've missed Nick, he's in Manchester." She bounced over, her blonde ponytail swaying, her gorgeous C-cup tits jiggling and gave me a hug.
"That's okay," I said, "I just wanted to return these cassettes."
She stepped back and said, "Well, Army life certainly seems to be suiting you, you look much leaner and fitter. I was just about to put the kettle on, tea or coffee?"
"Ah, coffee please, thanks."
For half an hour we sat on the sofa and chatted, mostly about how I was getting on in the Army. Strangely, every time I mentioned her and Nick, she changed the subject. Then she said, "You're nice and tall, Andy, I wonder if you could do me a favour? When I pulled the curtains last night the curtain rail pulled away. There's a street light right outside the window and it kept me awake all night."
"Sure," I said. I followed her upstairs, admiring her ass all the way. After a quick inspection, I said, "It's just the rawlplug pulled out, it needs a bigger one. Where does Nick keep his tools and DIY stuff?"
"In the cupboard under the stairs mostly," said Debbie.
After a good rummage, I found his tub of odd rawlplugs and a screwdriver. Debbie sat on the bed and watched me. Satisfied that everything was solid, I tidied away and looked at her. She seemed to be far away, staring at the wall. "You okay?" I asked, sitting next to her. "Oh god!" she wailed and began sobbing. What the fuck?
Throwing her arms around me, she cried into my shoulder. I didn't have a clue what to say or do so just sat there rubbing her back. It took a while but she finally calmed down and reached for a box of tissues. "I'm sorry," she sniffed, "You don't need this."
"What's going on?" I asked quietly.
She took a deep breath and said, "Am I pretty, Andy?"
"Pretty?" I said, "You're the hottest, sexiest woman I know."
She shook her head and said, "But Nick's not interested in me. He hasn't looked at me for months, not since he got the promotion."
"What promotion?" I asked.
"He was the top salesman but then the sales manager was sacked, some sort of fiddle he was running. Anyway they promoted Nick but he's a salesman, not a manager and he's too young. He leaves here at six in the morning to get in before everyone else and often works to eight or nine. Then he comes in, eats, has a shower and goes to bed. He only takes Sundays off when he's either asleep or goes to football."
"Sounds like he needs to learn to delegate," I said.
Debbie nodded and said, "I've tried to talk to him but he just says that things will get better soon. But it's been like it for months now."
"Nick's a good guy, Debbie," I said, "I've known him since primary school. At your engagement party, he said to me, "She's going to have the best of everything, Andy. I'll work my fingers to the bone to give her nice clothes and a good house."
"But I don't want that," said Debbie, crying again, "I just want him." Sniffing and wiping her eyes she said, "He's always looked up to you, Andy, could you talk to him?"
I scratched my head and asked, "When's he due home, his office said Monday?"
"Yes," she nodded, "He's leaving Manchester at lunchtime and will be here around six."
"I was planning on going back Monday but I don't have to actually be back until First Parade on Tuesday which is 7am. I could call round about seven Monday evening and take him up the pub, then get the last train up to Paddington Station, cross to Waterloo Station and catch the early paper train down. That gets in around 5am and will give me plenty of time to get sorted."
"Oh would you?" said Debbie hugging me tight and looking at me with her wet but still sparkling blue eyes.
"Of course," I said, before adding without thinking, "I'd do anything for you."
Her attitude seemed to change. She frowned before saying, "Anything?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Thank you," she said, leaning forward to give me brief thank you kiss. At least, that what was I anticipated but instead of a friendly peck, she lingered. Then her tongue touched my lips. Now I know what you're thinking reading this - go on, fuck her. But it's wasn't that simple. I'd known Nick since the age of five. I was Best Man at their wedding for fuck's sake. I pushed her away saying, "What are you doing?"
Unbuttoning my shirt she said, "You said you'd do anything."
"But..., I didn't mean..., I mean..., what if Nick...?"
Sliding her hand inside my shirt she pinched my nipple and said, "He rang me from Manchester an hour ago. He's not going to burst through the door. It's just you and me and no-one need ever know."
I knew it was so wrong but the devil on my shoulder screamed, "Fuck the bitch, you know you want to, you know you've always wanted to. How many times have you sent cum up your chest thinking of her?"
I shook my head but found myself pushing her back onto the bed. The next few minutes were crazy, like two wild a****ls released from a cage. We kissed, tongues fighting for dominance as we tore at each other's clothes in an uncontrolled frenzy. With her panties off and my jeans and boxers around my knees, I spread her legs and drove my cock in deep. "Yes!" she cried, digging her heels into my ass, spurring me on.
I fucked her harder than I'd fucked anyone before. Her nails raked my back, her lips curled, she sucked air in through gritted teeth and her eyes became wild and intense. With an arm around each leg, I forced her feet back by her ears. Her body and tits shook each time I crashed into her. She hissed like a snake, pulled me down and bit my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me and she came like a tornado, squealing into my shoulder, her body bucking and twisting. Her cunt clenched again and again. I couldn't hold back. With a roar, I rammed in deep and my cock pulsed, flooding her cunt with sperm. It had taken barely a minute.
We lay there panting until finally, I said, "Holy fuck!" which made her giggle.
I went to move but she said, "No, stay there while I hold you." After a couple of minutes, she squeezed her cunt muscles and my softening cock popped out allowing me to roll off to my left. I lay there, staring at the ceiling. What the fuck? I'd just...
"Don't," she said.
"Sorry?" I said.
"Don't you dare lay there regretting what we just did. I've wanted that for so long, since I first met you."
"What?" I said, pushing myself up onto one elbow.
She looked at me and said seriously, "You could have had me anytime you wanted, Andy."
"Jeez!" I said, flopping back down.
"And you can have me anytime you want. In fact, we've got until Monday afternoon. That fuck was just to get it out of our systems. Now I want you to make love to me, properly, over and over."
She was right, I was feeling guilty, but it had happened. There was no turning back the clock. And as the saying goes - might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb. "Okay," I said quietly.
She turned to me and laid her head on my chest. As she absently played with my cock she said, "Despite our problems, I do love Nick you know. We'll get through this and I won't leave him."
"I know," I said, stroking her long hair which in our passion had come free of her ponytail. I could feel my cock stirring again - not something that happens so quickly these days, hehe. Without another word, she slid down my body and took me in her mouth. "Nnnnnn..." I moaned, twisting my hips.
She pushed her hair back and grinned at me saying, "God, I love the taste of a musky, cummy cock." The little devil had been right, I'd masturbated many times, imagining Debbie sucking my cock. I wasn't disappointed, she's a very good cock sucker, varying her tempo, occasionally grating my head with her teeth, playing with my balls and taking me deep. She seemed to particularly relish sucking and licking my head which was fine by me. I was looking forward to cumming in her mouth but she had other plans.
Getting onto her knees, she swung a leg over, facing me. I watched my cum drip out of her cunt onto my cock before she lowered herself. I was engulfed in her warm canal, slick with cum and her juices. Placing two hands on my chest she said, "Don't move, let me."
For the next twenty minutes, she effectively masturbated on my cock. My only contribution was lifting my head and sucking on her hard nipples. She rode me, twisted on me, worked me inside her using her hips. Her eyes were shut and she began to moan almost constantly. Her arms gave way and she fell onto me, crushing her tits on my chest, her mouth by my ear, panting hard. "Touch my asshole, please," she panted.
I reached around, slicked my finger in the juices oozing out of her and circled her little rosebud. "Oh..., fuuuuuuuck...," she gasped into my ear. She jammed herself down hard and squealed as her body shook and her cunt gripped and released my cock. "Oh my god..., oh my god..." she moaned, then "Oh!..." as I rolled us, my cock still in her. On top now, I fucked her slow and deep, pausing each time my seven inches bottomed out. With her ankles crossed behind me, we kissed long and deep. Each time I paused she held me tight and I felt her cunt clench.
Our bodies moved in total harmony. This wasn't a fuck, it was two entities merging as one, establishing a perfect rhythm. Our arms engulfed each other, raking, clawing until together, we reached the inevitable shattering climax. Debbie sobbed as we held each other, not wanting the moment to end.
My motorbike didn't move for two days. We fucked and sucked everywhere - the bed, shower, bath, kitchen, the garden at midnight until finally, in the early hours of Monday morning, she gave me her anal virginity. It was hard riding away but we both knew it had to be.
I kept my promise, returning on the Monday evening and taking Nick up the pub. We talked for a long time but I finally convinced him that his relationship with Debbie was far more important than his job or money.
It was seven months before I saw them again. It was during my three weeks embarkation leave before a two year posting to Hong Kong. We'd arranged to meet in a pub on the River Avon. Debbie smiled at my reaction on seeing her big baby bump. I congratulated them and we had a lovely chatty meal. Before the dessert course, Nick excused himself and went to the gents. Debbie slid around next to me and put my hand on her bump.
"It's yours you know," she said, staring at me.
"What?" I said.
She nodded, "It was over six weeks before Nick and I had sex again and by then I'd missed a period."
"Holy fuck!" I hissed, "So he knows?"
Shaking her head she said, "Two weeks after that weekend we went to a wedding in Wrexham and stayed in a hotel. Nick got very drunk. I had to almost carry him up the stairs before he passed out on the bed. The next morning he said he couldn't remember leaving the reception. I told him we'd had sex. He doesn't suspect a thing."
"I'd assumed you were on the pill or something."
"No, I'd been hoping that Nick would make me pregnant and that would solve our problems. I didn't use you, Andy, it just happened. I don't regret a single second of that weekend."
"And things are okay now? Between you?"
Debbie nodded, "Nick spoke to one of the directors. They sent him on a management course at Brunel Polytechnic. Things are fine now, we've even been on holiday to Madeira, and it's all thanks to you."
Eight weeks later, Debbie gave birth to a baby boy, Felix Andrew. I'm his Godfather.
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