We’ve known each other all our lives…well, since kindergarten. He was always the cute, athletic and popular guy. I was the always overlooked, nerdy good girl. I always secretly had a crush on him. How we ever had any kind of connection is beyond me. But, somehow, we were always in and out of each other’s lives. Even after graduating High school together, our paths continued to cross in some pretty intense ways.
Fast forward…I went away to college. I was taking a full course load and didn’t really have a lot of social time. But, I did manage to make a friend in one of my classes. She was outspoken and I was the introvert, so our friendship was unlikely. But, we were fast friends. She was a local student and was engaged to be married. We were just making small talk when she told me who she was marrying. No way!!! It was my friend from way back in kindergarten. I don’t know how to explain it, but there was a little twinge of jealousy there. I dismissed it, but still found the potential for a renewed connection wildly intriguing.
She and I grew very close. Because of this my husband and I spent a lot of time with her and her fiancé. The years passed and brought with them a wedding, kids and lots of life.
It was a stressful time. I had lost my job, started a new one and my now best friend was unhappy in her marriage. She confided in me that she was cheating. I wasn’t sure what to do with that. What complicated the situation even more is that my new job was with (drum roll) her husband. My old friend. What are the odds?
Over the years, we spent a lot of time together as couples and friends. He and my husband had become pretty close as well. During that time, my old friend and I connected on another level. He confided things in me that I never expected a man to tell me, much less this man! He knew she was cheating. In fact, their sex life (which I knew way too much about) was virtually nonexistent. I felt sorry for him. Sex is vital to a marriage; that’s a no brainer. But, sex is at the core of who I am. So, I think I was hearing him and feeling his pain loud and clear.
At this point, he and I had started to carpool to work. These intense conversations continued and started to get more graphic. I was trying to be genuinely sympathetic. But, I was secretly turned on by having these conversations with him. The car rides were over too quickly. I wanted to help him with what he was lacking. But, how could I be feeling this? He’s my best friends husband! I’m a married woman! But, these feelings had some deep roots.
My husband and I have a very exciting sex life. I’ve told him about all of these conversations. Surprisingly, he’s equally aroused by our conversations. He encouraged me to continue them if it turns me on. In fact, he often brought up the “what-ifs” and asked the “what would I do’s.”
Months went by and there was a mandatory training for work several hours away from home. He, our boss and I made the long car trip together. The prospect of spending this time with him was a major turn on for me. But, it was for my husband as well. A big part of him wanted to try to help something happen. And, somehow, that’s just what he did.
I was shocked when we somehow ended up at my hotel room door. Was this really happening? Was everything My Husband thought about how my friend was attracted to me actually true? What would happen next will leave no doubt for anyone. He followed me into my room. He sat at the head of the bed while I sat facing away from him off the side. My heart was pounding so hard. I couldn’t even look at him. Things progressed that he wanted me to get up next to him. I had never ever been with anyone other than My Husband. I didn’t know what I wanted on some levels. But, I knew exactly what I wanted on others. It’s what I had always wanted. Now, he was literally standing in front of me, reciprocating the feelings that I had had for what seemed like forever. Then, it happened. It didn’t take long, but there are so many details that will be forever etched to my mind. The best of all was the comment that it had been a long time coming, no pun intended. Lol. The fact that he had thought about having his way with me before that very moment was so powerful and satisfying. To this day, he has no idea that My Husband knows what happened. But, he knew the moment it was over. I was excited to share. Then, there’s the fact that we are still the best of friends to this day. It makes what happened all those years ago even more erotic. It also makes me think about the prospect of it happening again. Maybe…
u/Donniegirlnew — 1 month ago
Long distance always seemed safer. But, I couldn’t wait to get closer to him. Yes, he was much younger than me. But, almost all of them are. We connected in a very powerful way. We showed what we were safe showing to one another. But, I saw all I needed to see to know that he was a beautiful man. He was finally dressed with great attention in detail. And his body was just as perfect. He even took care to note my favorite color and wear it from time to time. These connections are rare. One of the crazy things about them is that you never know if you’ll ever meet in person. But, the prospect of it makes it even more exciting. You always talk about what will happen when you meet, both knowing there’s a good chance that will never happen. But, this one was different. We traveled out west and knew that that might be the opportunity that I might actually get to meet him face-to-face. Plans were made, and reservations were booked. Still, you never know if he will actually show up, until he did. It was like we had known each other forever. He scooped me up and laid me on my back and devoured me like I was his favorite meal and he hadn’t eaten for years. We spent hours with each other, just taking each other in. He took me out like I was his girlfriend and treated me like the gentleman that he was, and I knew he would be. For the first time, I spent the night with another man. He held me like each moment it might be our last together, knowing it probably would be. Our room was directly across the hallway from My Husband. So, after around one with him, I hurried across the hallway to My Husband to give him his turn. Then, I hurried back to join my newest lover in the shower before he headed away. He was the perfect gentleman. Connections like this are the definition of friends with benefits at its best. What’s the best connection you’ve made and why?
u/Donniegirlnew — 1 month ago
▲ 4 r/HotwifeAdvice
Long distance always seemed safer. But, I couldn’t wait to get closer to him. Yes, he was much younger than me. But, almost all of them are. We connected in a very powerful way. We showed what we were safe showing to one another. But, I saw all I needed to see to know that he was a beautiful man. He was finally dressed with great attention in detail. And his body was just as perfect. He even took care to note my favorite color and wear it from time to time. These connections are rare. One of the crazy things about them is that you never know if you’ll ever meet in person. But, the prospect of it makes it even more exciting. You always talk about what will happen when you meet, both knowing there’s a good chance that will never happen. But, this one was different. We traveled out west and knew that that might be the opportunity that I might actually get to meet him face-to-face. Plans were made, and reservations were booked. Still, you never know if he will actually show up, until he did. It was like we had known each other forever. He scooped me in black. I was his favorite meal and he hadn’t eaten for years. We spent hours with each other, just taking each other in. He took me out like I was his girlfriend and treated me like the gentleman that he was, and I knew he would be. For the first time, I spent the night with another man. He held me like each moment it might be our last together, knowing it probably would be. Our room was directly across the hallway from My Husband. So, after around one with him, I hurried across the hallway to My Husband to give him his turn. Then, I hurried back to join my newest lover in the shower before he headed away. He was the perfect gentleman. Connections like this are the definition of friends with benefits at its best. What’s the best connection you’ve made and why?
u/Donniegirlnew — 1 month ago
They say you can’t find good connections on Reddit. But, I beg to differ. I’ve met some great people. It’s been a while since we posted anything like this, so I’m just testing the waters looking for a FWB type relationship.
I am married and the only one that plays. I’m very discreet and very selective. Must be a straight male that is not in a relationship. Must be fit and active.
If you are interested, send me a chat request. When you do so, please include some kind of conversation. Don’t just say, “Hey!” or spout off dirty things you want to do to me. Being able to have a conversation about something other than sex is actually very attractive. No dick pics. I will want to see something that allows me to gauge attraction. But, I want to get to know the right person on a different level first. While it is all about sex ultimately, having that deeper connection makes EVERYTHING better.
u/Donniegirlnew — 1 month ago
▲ 3 r/hotwifelovers
We have been connected for a while now. And, anytime we head south, we always discuss the possibility of meeting my FWB again. He checks all of my boxes. He’s physically fit, well-equipped and has given me the best sex I’ve ever had…so far!
My hubby and I were traveling for vacation to the beach. We talk in spurts. But, it works. We all have lives and our relaxed “relationship” just works. Somehow, we have always managed to keep things hot.
He’s a cop. I love that. I think most every woman has fantasized about being fucked by a cop or a man in uniform. I had been hoping to get just that. It’s something we had discussed and I was so excited over the idea.
We hit the road and had some light communication…always hot and playful. He definitely knows what to send to get me going. As we got closer to his town, I was so nervous but so excited at the possibility of seeing him.
We rolled into town and he was suddenly called out for work. It’s part of the job, so we were well aware that could happen. We were both still hoping something might work out. Anything. Even just a kiss. But, maybe next time. So, we went on.
Just then, I got a message that he was home for lunch. I quickly told my hubby to turn around and head to his house. There’s some back story there. When I met him at his house for the first time, it was just a meet and no sex. I regretted not turning around and going back ever since. I wasn’t letting that happen today.
As we pulled up to his house, I got the text to come in the front door. I was instantly wet because I knew then and there that it was going to be more than a kiss.
We hugged and kissed just inside the door like long, lost lovers. Then, he welcomed me inside where the kissing continued. He touched my body with such strength and passion, like he was trying to memorize every curve. He picked my curvy little body up and he wrapped my legs around his waist just before he sat me on the back of his couch. We kissed like we had been starving for each other. He then turned me around and spanked my tight, round ass. As he did, pressed himself against me. Soon, I heard his zipper and felt him against my shorts. He had offered a quickie. But, I was thinking that it might turn out to be much more. He turned me around for more kissing and gave me that “do you wanna ?” look. I smiled and reminded him that he’d offered a quickie. He asked if I wanted to. I told him that I had my hubby to turn around for it. He said, “if you’re sure you want to.” (He is a very respectful guy) I said, “Honey, I’m standing in your house, ain’t I?”
With that, he led me to a little makeshift office that had a futon already let out. He slipped off his uniform pants and utility belt and I followed suit. He sat down on the edge of the futon and I quickly climbed into his lap. As I did, i wrapped my hand around what is the most perfect, most girthy dick I have ever had. I raised and lowered myself on him ever so slowly as we kissed and he rubbed my body up and down with great intensity.
It wasn’t long before he grabbed my waist and switched positions to have him over top of me. This is what I love with him. The force that he pounds me with from this position is incredible. I was moaning, saying FUCK and FUCK ME over and over, begging him not to stop as I came.
He varied strokes and intensity. We both wanted to make it last as long as possible. Just then, he got a call and we knew our time was up. Just before he raised up, I lowered my bra for him to suck on my pierced nipples.
He had made me cum twice, but he didn’t get to yet. I hated that. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands…literally. I slid my body off of the edge of the futon where I was watching him start to get dressed.
Before he could zip up, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I took his dick inside my mouth and lovingly stroked him, taking all of him to the back of my throat.
We both wanted so much more. But, knew it would have to wait… until next time.
u/Donniegirlnew — 1 month ago