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 terrible. My upright friend, Rose, was out of townsfolk for work so she tried the best 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 town, texted me too and let me get laid that if I needed to just attend or drown my sadness 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 couple of calendar month apart and then she moved back in with him and I had avoided him. We had been friends before that ; we'd hung out when Rose was out of Ithiel Town, like buds. I don't trust many people 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 first time since"the incident"that we were seeing each other on our own without Rose as a buffer.

We went out kind of ahead of time for a Friday. We went bowling and had burgers at the bowling alley. It was a passably fancy post for a bowling alley, with a society and a bar attached, and it was expensive. I felt bad asking to play another plot, so we left and sat outside for a bit. He was staring at his phone the whole time so I thought,"yeah he's not prosperous around me anymore either"and I felt bad, but I was still pissed at him on some level so I said I should just go home. He said no and we walked to a nearby bar.

We drank a lot. I was trying to yard myself with non-alcoholic drinks in between the other drinks, but then he ordered me a dig, and then I ordered really expensive whiskey and we started having very denotative give-and-take about his sex life story with Rose. Before the incident, they were not having sex, like at all. pink wine had been very, very disturbance about that. For months. Now, they were tramp. I still think that makes no sense, that she never was a swinger or had had a deuce-ace before but after her husband cheats on her, she starts having trio and swapping partners like it's nothing…I digress. So there was a guy, Roger, that had been…guesting, I guess you'd birdsong 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 recollect what I told him. Probably something like it doesn't thing 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 backbreaking to hear about that account. He showed me a pictorial matter he had on his headphone of Rose getting fucked by Roger. I know I tried a few times to get the conversation off sex, but I was so drunk I can't really remember what I said.
At some point he or we decided it was sentence to leave. I went outside to bum a skunk from the people on the terrace. Frank settled the bill and followed me outside. He took the cigarette away from me and took a drag then tried to kiss me on the mouth. I pulled away and pushed him, laughing and telling him he was being a drunken changeling. It never occurred to me at all that he could be seriously trying to osculate me.
well then he said he was trying to let me inhale the gage from him. So I did that a couple 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 flighty and variety of excited and very drunk. I let him osculate me a bit and then I kissed him back a bit and I kept thinking the unit fourth dimension that it was just dazed, boozy, destitute fun. impeccant !

We had to walk a few stop to get to a place where we could catch a cab. I was feeling drunk and happy and having fun kissing here and there. I remember he said something to me like"you're so sang-froid because you know this doesn't mean anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was pudden-head about half the times he went in for a candy kiss, but when I did let him snog me, I did kiss him back. I don't cognize how many times we kissed before we got to the cab stand.

We got a cab and I got in and slumped over. I must stimulate been pretty drunk because my head started going in and out, like being half asleep where you're kind of aware of things going on, but not really able to verbalize or take part in anything. I felt my wench get pushed up over my stub and weenie's hands on my ass. I might have swatted his workforce away or I may have just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving steering to the driver and intellection he was a lot Sir Thomas More sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in deep shit since I couldn't crusade away from his place for several hours at to the lowest degree. I'm moderately for certain I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my skirt the whole cab ride menage ; unless the driver started asking for Thomas More counselling, then my annulus got flipped back down to shroud me up. I was cognizant of it, but I couldn't move. I didn't say stop in the cab because I was afraid the driver would holler the cops or something. As I have said several clip, I was very, very fuddle. I probably should feature said something ; maybe it would have scared him. Toward the end of the cab drive, he succeeded in getting his fingerbreadth in between my labia from behind. I know I was wet, I'm always stupidly horny 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 happen. Not four months after he cheated on Rose, not with her practiced Friend, who told him off and called him every gens in the book and then didn't speak to him in any meaningful way for four months.

I can't recall getting in the home or how I got through the bread and butter way, past the kitchen to the breakfast corner, but I remember standing at the breakfast bar and looking across the sign at him getting naked and then I really got alarmed. I remember yelling at him to get his clothes back on, to discontinue it to cease being stupid. He got some of his clothes 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 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 best acquaintance, he can't do this to her again, blah blah blah etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or sort of crying, it's pretty bleary.

He hugged me and buried his head in my neck opening. He started to nuzzle and nibble the piazza that turns me on so practically and I am for 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 terrified and tempestuous and appalled. I pulled away and put my bra back on and he started to osculate me again and begged me to let him watch over me get myself off. I said no and got my shirt back on and was begging him to stop 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 conflict with my legs to keep standing.

Finally I started bargaining with him. I told him to hold on his clothes on and that he could watch me get myself off but that was it. He said ok and took my bird off. I had taken the panties off earlier in the evening ( 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 deal."No pantie, you're such a good slattern,"he said when he looked down. Being called names for some rationality just really turns me on. He reached down and slew a finger right into me and my knees gave way. He"helped"me upstairs to their bedroom so he could watch me get off. Yeah right.

I was on the bed and my headway and the elbow room and the cosmos was spinning. He was on the bed and he was naked. I remember telling him he had to stay dressed but his face was in my crotch 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 ripe he was at eating cunt and I just rolled my eyes and didn't believe her. Well, he was pretty good. He knew just where my g-spot was and how to rub it, fast and hard while sucking my button. I came pretty quickly and I didn't realize it till later but that was the initiative fourth dimension I ever squirted.

"You taste amazing, snog me and taste yourself."He kissed me and I kissed him back, still horny because I'm never satisfied after one orgasm. I tasted like pineapple succus. I've never tasted that dependable since that night, although I never perceptiveness bad, but never that sweet and fruity again. He went back down on me some more, his tongue plunging into my cunt over and over again till I came on his tongue and he kept telling me how amazing I tasted. I kept saying no here and there but I didn't get-up-and-go him away anymore ; I wanted to cum again. He was justly, I was a loose woman. Naked in my best Quaker's marital bed, ramification spacious undefendable with her married man's face in my pussy eating it for all he was worth and I was moaning and grinding my hips into my mouth. I came on his fingerbreadth a few more clock time and I was honestly ready to sleep but he wasn't done with me yet.

He pulled Rose's vibrator out of her nightstand drawer and started fucking me with it. He plunged it deep inside me and then started moving it in and out fast and tough. I came, screaming and squirting again. The unanimous fourth dimension he's telling me how much he wants me, hot fucking hot I am, that he's wanted to screw me since the initiative meter he met me four years ago. It's not possible to not be affected by those thing while you're wino 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 left leg over his shoulder and lined his severely tool up to my cunt. With no condom.
"You want me to love you ?"he asked. I wanted to restrain cumming, but I shook my head.
"We shouldn't do this, we can't do this."I said as he slid is rock hard peter all the way into me. It felt good.
He kept my leg pressed between our organic structure as he pumped in and out of me, relentlessly, for probably a half minute. He kept reaching down to pinch my pap and insistence his hand around my throat, which I hated but couldn't speak to tell him. He kept calling me a salutary slut, and telling me I had a good pussy, that I was such a good nooky, that my tits were perplex, that I was so fucking hot. I kept saying he was just drunk and he was going to regret it in the first light, that I would, that when we were sober we were going to hate ourselves, but that didn't make his pricking soft, he just kept pumping and pumping. I made him cease because I had to pee and threatened to pee on the bed.

While I was sitting on the toilet peeing, he followed me in and grabbed the book binding of my head and shoved it down on his stopcock. I pulled off him and started blowing him so he wouldn't choke me. I took him till he hit the back of my throat, licking and getting him wet all over, tasting how sweet my pussy was on his prick. I reached down and gently played with his Lucille Ball while I swirled my natural language around the heading 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, pretend it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had incredible staying big businessman for some reason. He pulled me off the toilet and let me lap my hired man 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 hold fast 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 hour and hours, but I have no idea how tenacious it actually lasted. I don't even think I was awake for all of it. I just remember the feeling of my peg going numb, of my pussy being sore and his sweat dripping in cold drops onto my face and chest.

Finally, he was ready. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my hair's-breadth, my facial expression, my bosom, my stomach, and then he spread open my pussy and came all over it. I was so tired, and still so drunk that I didn't even affect, not to clean up or anything. He went and got a towel or something and wiped me off a bit and then told me I better last out in his bed with him instead of going down the hall to the client room. I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes.

Next matter I knew it was daylight, but that cold, thin out daytime of betimes sunup. He was stroking my hair, then he was kissing the rear of my neck, then he was pulling the top down…I pretended to be at peace, but he kept fondling and kissing and groping. He rolled me on my rachis 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 probability again so he intended to enjoy me as much as possible. He pulled out the bottle of lube and squirted it all over me and him. He asked me if I'd ever seen a turncock mob and I said I hadn't. He showed me this readable, stretchy, silicone polymer circle, and then he but it over hid turncock and over and around his balls and shaft. He told me it makes it bigger and keeps him severe for farseeing. I told him I was sore and that cobbler's last night was enough and he was sober so he didn't have any excuse. He said something like"you're a hot adulteress, you're naked in my bed, and I'm going to sleep together you."

He got on top of me and started pumping away. I was too tired, sore and had the get-go of a katzenjammer to fight back or to love it or to do anything but just try to cling onto the content of my stomach. He got frustrated I wasn't responding and started fucking me harder, making it hurt more. Finally, hoping to get it over with Oklahoman rather than later, I started fucking him back and making moaning noises 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 rickety. I hobbled to the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower, then looking at the dirty bed sheet and Frank sitting there looking totally engrossed in his iPad, I turned and shuffled down the hall to the guestroom and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I woke up, found all my wearing apparel all over the house and drove dog back to his car. I didn't say anything for a long clock time until he finally broke the secrecy."That was a lot of fun, I hope you're not offended, but you're a nifty lay."I smiled a tight-lipped grinning and held back the itch to cry. We got close to the parking lot where he'd left his car and he tried talking again."The simply affair I regret is that I didn't get to fuck you more."I felt a wave of sickness and sorrow and disgust and pity. He got out of my car and took off toward the parking service department and I went home and took a farseeing shower .