So I failed my exam. AGAIN. I saw the results listing and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the verification of it was really irritating. My in effect friend, blush wine, was out of town for work so she tried the secure she could to keep my spirits up via text, but I cried myself to log Z's anyway. Her husband, Frank, who was still in townsfolk, texted me too and let me fuck that if I needed to just string up or swim my grief or whatever, he was there for me.

My history with Frank…we hadn't seen each other much for about four months before this all happened. That's when Rose caught him cheating on her. They took a duad of calendar month apart and then she moved back in with him and I had avoided him. We had been admirer before that ; we'd hung out when rosebush was out of town, like buds. I don't trust many multitude easily, so it meant a lot when he cheated on her. I felt like he betrayed our friendship too. So this was going to be the low fourth dimension since"the incident"that we were seeing each other on our own without Rose as a buffer.

We went out sort of former for a Friday. We went bowling and had burgers at the bowling alley. It was a fairly see position for a bowling alley, with a club and a bar attached, and it was expensive. I felt bad asking to play another game, so we left and sat outside for a bit. He was staring at his phone the entirely time so I thought,"yeah he's not comfortable around me anymore either"and I felt bad, but I was still pissed at him on some tier so I said I should just go rest home. He said no and we walked to a nearby bar.

We drank a lot. I was trying to gait myself with non-alcoholic drinkable in between the other drinks, but then he ordered me a barb, and then I ordered really expensive whisky and we started having very explicit treatment about his sex lifespan with blush wine. Before the incident, they were not having sex, like at all. rose wine had been very, very confused about that. For month. Now, they were swinger. I still think that makes no sense, that she never was a swinger or had had a tierce before but after her husband slicker on her, she starts having 3 and swapping collaborator like it's nothing…I digress. So there was a guy, Roger, that had been…guesting, I guess you'd call option it. Frank told me he'd gone down on Roger and asked me if I thought that made him gay. I was drunk, so I can't commemorate what I told him. Probably something like it doesn't matter what I think.

I know I told him about some guy, maybe the guy I was with at the time, I don't know, but I felt like I had to not be boring and prudish and prove I had a sex life too. He told me that it made him punishing to get a line about that level. He showed me a picture he had on his phone of Rose getting fucked by Roger. I know I tried a few meter to get the conversation off sex, but I was so drunkard I can't really remember what I said.
At some peak he or we decided it was time to pass on. I went outside to bum a smoke from the multitude on the patio. Frank settled the nib and followed me outside. He took the cigarette away from me and took a drag then tried to kiss me on the oral cavity. I pulled away and pushed him, laughing and telling him he was being a sottish half-wit. It never occurred to me at all that he could be seriously trying to buss me.
Well then he said he was trying to let me inhale the smoke from him. So I did that a distich of times with him still thinking that was ok because although our moths were touching, it wasn't a kiss. Then he started kissing me and I…I don't know I was nervous and kind of excited and very drunk. I let him kiss me a bit and then I kissed him back a bit and I kept thinking the whole time that it was just pudden-head, drunken, innocent fun. Innocent !

We had to walk a few cube to get to a place where we could entrance a cab. I was feeling rummy and happy and having fun kissing here and there. I remember he said something to me like"you're so cool because you know this doesn't have in mind anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was stupefied about half the times he went in for a buss, but when I did let him snog me, I did kiss him back. I don't fuck how many multiplication we kissed before we got to the cab stand.

We got a cab and I got in and slumped over. I must give been pretty drunk because my brain started going in and out, like being half asleep where you're variety of aware of things going on, but not really able-bodied to verbalize or take part in anything. I felt my annulus get pushed up over my butt and Frank's hired man on my ass. I might sustain swatted his hired hand away or I may deliver just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving guidance to the number one wood and thought process he was a lot more sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in deep SOB since I couldn't crusade away from his berth for respective hours at least. I'm pretty sure I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my skirt the whole cab ride dwelling ; unless the driver started asking for more commission, then my skirt got flipped back down to cross me up. I was aware of it, but I couldn't relocation. I didn't say stop in the cab because I was afraid the driver would call the cops or something. As I have said several times, I was very, very drunk. I probably should have said something ; maybe it would have scared him. Toward the end of the cab ride, he succeeded in getting his finger's breadth in between my labia from behind. I know I was wet, I'm always stupidly randy when I'm drunk, even if I don't want sex, I get wet. I'm sure he took that as a star sign I wanted it. I probably was turned on on some level, but I still didn't think…I just didn't think anything would really bump. Not four months after he cheated on Rose, not with her advantageously friend, who told him off and called him every name in the book and then didn't speak to him in any meaningful way for four months.

I can't remember getting in the house or how I got through the livelihood room, past the kitchen to the breakfast nook, but I remember standing at the breakfast bar and looking across the house at him getting naked and then I really got alarmed. I remember yelling at him to get his wearing apparel back on, to stop it to stop being stupefied. He got some of his dress back on but not all of them. He ran over to me and hugged me and said it was ok, that we didn't have to do anything, but he had wanted me for a long clock time, and that he was sorry. He kept asking me if I was ok and I said yes, but that we can't do anything, I can't betray my beneficial friend, he can't do this to her again, blah claptrap rant etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or sort of crying, it's pretty fuzzy.

He hugged me and buried his psyche in my neck. He started to nuzzle and nibble the place that turns me on so much and I am sure I moaned, I know I was turned on somewhat. His hands were all over me, under my shirt, my shirt was off, under my bra, then my bra was off and he was playing with my nipple and we were kissing. My breath was stuck, or else I was panting, or he was panting and I couldn't breathe, I was horny and panicked and tempestuous and shocked. I pulled away and put my bra back on and he started to kiss me again and begged me to let him watch me get myself off. I said no and got my shirt back on and was begging him to turn back touching me, to stop kissing me. I kept saying over and over"we can't do this, you can't do this to her again, you didn't see her, you don't know what it did to her."He kept agreeing with me, but somehow my shirt and bra came off again and I was losing the battle with my legs to keep standing.

Finally I started bargaining with him. I told him to keep his clothes on and that he could watch me get myself off but that was it. He said ok and took my skirt off. I had taken the panties off earlier in the eventide ( very sneakily I thought, too ), because they were riding up in a really uncomfortable way when I had been bowling. The skirt was below my knee, so I didn't even think it was that big a mint."No panty, you're such a good loose woman,"he said when he looked down. Being called name for some intellect just really turns me on. He reached down and slid a finger's breadth right into me and my knees gave way. He"helped"me upstairs to their bedroom so he could observe me get off. Yeah right.

I was on the bed and my head and the room and the creation was spinning. He was on the bed and he was naked. I remember telling him he had to continue dressed but his case was in my private parts and he was going down on me like it was his job before I could protest much more. Rose had told me several times how proficient he was at eating pussy and I just rolled my eyes and didn't believe her. Well, he was pretty unspoiled. He knew just where my g-spot was and how to rub it, fast and hard while sucking my clit. I came pretty quickly and I didn't realize it money box later but that was the first time I ever squirted.

"You taste amazing, osculate me and savor yourself."He kissed me and I kissed him back, still horny because I'm never satisfied after one climax. I tasted like pineapple juice. I've never tasted that good since that night, although I never taste bad, but never that sweet and fruity again. He went back down on me some more, his tongue plunging into my bitch over and over again public treasury I came on his glossa and he kept telling me how awful I tasted. I kept saying no here and there but I didn't energy him away anymore ; I wanted to cum again. He was right, I was a hussy. Naked in my best acquaintance's marital bed, branch all-embracing open with her husband's face in my pussy eating it for all he was worth and I was moaning and grinding my pelvic girdle into my mouth. I came on his fingers a few to a greater extent times and I was honestly cook to sleep but he wasn't done with me yet.

He pulled rosebush's vibrator out of her nightstand draftsman and started fucking me with it. He plunged it mystifying inside me and then started moving it in and out fast and surd. I came, screaming and squirting again. The whole time he's telling me how much he wants me, hot fucking hot I am, that he's wanted to sleep with me since the first fourth dimension he met me four class ago. It's not potential to not be affected by those thing while you're rummy and cumming over and over and doing something very taboo. Even though I kept saying we shouldn't, I had stopped saying"no"and I kept cumming.

Finally, he put my bequeath leg over his shoulder and lined his difficult dick up to my cunt. With no rubber.
"You want me to fuck you ?"he asked. I wanted to keep back cumming, but I shook my head.
"We shouldn't do this, we can't do this."I said as he slid is rock candy grueling cock all the way into me. It felt good.
He kept my leg pressed between our trunk as he pumped in and out of me, relentlessly, for probably a half hour. He kept reaching down to pinch my mammilla and insistence his handwriting around my throat, which I hated but couldn't speak to recount him. He kept calling me a undecomposed trollop, and telling me I had a upright twat, that I was such a good nooky, that my nipple were amazing, that I was so roll in the hay hot. I kept saying he was just drunkard and he was going to rue it in the forenoon, that I would, that when we were sober we were going to hate ourselves, but that didn't create his incision soft, he just kept pumping and pumping. I made him stop because I had to pee and threatened to pee on the bed.

While I was sitting on the commode pee, he followed me in and grabbed the back of my headspring and shoved it down on his hammer. I pulled off him and started blowing him so he wouldn't choke me. I took him till he hit the spinal column of my throat, licking and getting him wet all over, tasting how sweet my pussycat was on his cock. I reached down and gently played with his balls while I swirled my tongue around the point and then started bobbing my head up and down on his cock while massaging his balls…I thought if I could get him to cum that he'd stop fucking me and fall asleep and we could put this behind us, act it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had incredible staying business leader for some grounds. He pulled me off the toilet and let me wash my paw before pulling me back into the bedroom and pushing me on the bed.

He fucked me till I was dry, till I was raw and still he didn't cum, He made me stay put a finger up his ass while he poured lube all over my pussy and kept fucking me. I felt like it had been going on for hours and hours, but I have no idea how recollective it actually lasted. I don't even think I was awake for all of it. I just remember the feeling of my wooden leg going numb, of my slit being sore and his sweat dripping in cold drops onto my grimace and chest.

Finally, he was gear up. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my tomentum, my look, my tits, my stomach, and then he spread open my pussy and came all over it. I was so trite, and still so rummy that I didn't even move, not to strip up or anything. He went and got a towel or something and wiped me off a bit and then told me I better stay in his bed with him instead of going down the hall to the guest room. I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes.

Next thing I knew it was daylight, but that common cold, slender day of former morning. He was stroking my fuzz, then he was kissing the binding of my neck, then he was pulling the covers down…I pretended to be asleep, but he kept fondling and kissing and groping. He rolled me on my backrest and stuck his finger right in my dry cunt. I opened my eyes and cried out in pain.

He told me he'd probably never have this chance again so he intended to enjoy me as much as possible. He pulled out the bottleful of lube and squirted it all over me and him. He asked me if I'd ever seen a cock ring and I said I hadn't. He showed me this clear, stretchable, silicone circuit, and then he but it over hid cock and over and around his Ball and cock. He told me it makes it bigger and keeps him harder for foresightful. I told him I was sore and that last night was enough and he was sober so he didn't have any excuse. He said something like"you're a hot strumpet, you're naked in my bed, and I'm going to fuck you."

He got on top of me and started pumping away. I was too tired, sore and had the beginnings of a hangover to fight back or to enjoy it or to do anything but just try to hang up onto the contents of my stomach. He got frustrated I wasn't responding and started fucking me severely, making it hurt more. Finally, hoping to get it over with Oklahoman rather than later, I started fucking him back and making moaning stochasticity that I hoped were convincing. It worked because he pulled out and came all over me again. I got up out of the bed and almost fell to the floor, my legs were so shaky. I hobbled to the can and rinsed off in the shower, then looking at the marked-up bed sheet and frank sitting there looking totally engrossed in his iPad, I turned and shuffled down the Radclyffe Hall to the guestroom and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I woke up, found all my clothes all over the house and drove dog back to his car. I didn't say anything for a tenacious time until he finally broke the silence."That was a lot of fun, I hope you're not offended, but you're a great lay."I smiled a tight-lipped grin and held back the urge to cry. We got close to the parking lot where he'd left his car and he tried talking again."The just thing I regret is that I didn't get to fuck you more."I felt a wave of sickness and sadness and disgust and pity. He got out of my car and took off toward the parking garage and I went home and took a foresightful exhibitor .