FRIEND’S HUSBAND FUCKS ME AFTER I HAVE A SPAT WITH MY HUSBAND

I met Tracy when we were both freshmen at LSU in Baton Rouge. We hit it off immediately, and ended up rooming together during our entire time at university. We were the closest of friends and did just about everything together. Somewhere around the middle of our third semester as roommates, we realized we enjoyed having sex with each other whenever we needed emotional comfort and our boyfriends weren’t available.

We were similar in so many ways, we just seemed to come by it naturally. We were both attractive blondes…. a bit on the petite side…. but with rather large, natural tits that seemed to be a defining feature for both of us. Tracy’s were a beautiful 34D cup, and mine were 35E, so slightly bigger. We got plenty of attention from the guys on campus, and never lacked for male company. In between our classes and studying, our dating lives were full and active… but on occasion we enjoyed some quiet time by ourselves to relax and decompress from the rigors of college life.

One evening after I found out that I’d done poorly on a particularly difficult exam, I was moping around on the sofa in our apartment with the TV on, but not really watching it. When Tracy got home, she came and sat down next to me, then pulled me over to her so that my head was on her lap, as she gently stroked my arm to soothe me.

It felt great, and I nestled into her as she continued to hug me and make me feel better. Almost unperceptively, she shifted her caresses from my arms to my breasts…. softly pressing the flesh of my tits and lightly pinching my nipples, as she continued to comfort me. This caught me by surprise… but I was even more surprised by how much I enjoyed it. I let her continue to massage my boobs and toy with my nipples, which very quickly became as hard as erasers to her touch.

Other than an occasional moan, I didn’t say anything at all…. I just let Tracy play with my breasts as I enjoyed the tingly sensations washing across my body, and trickling down my torso to my moistening pussy. With my head still on her lap, I rolled onto my back to give her better access to both of my breasts… then unconsciously spread my legs as I lay sprawled out on the sofa.

Tracy chuckled and said, “Ah… it looks like you’re enjoying this, Michelle.” Then she released my tits, and reached down between my legs and started running her hand up and down the slit of my wet vagina through my panties.

I spread my legs a little more, and Tracy got the hint… moving my panties to the side, and sliding her fingers up and down along my pussy lips, then rubbing little circles around my stiffening clitoris. I moaned and mumbled my pleasure, as Tracy continued flicking and rubbing my clit, while I rocked my hips in rhythm to her massaging fingers.

“Holy shit, Tracy…. that feels amazing…. yeah… keep going… just like that… God, that feels good…”

It didn’t take long before I let out a little squeal, grabbed her hand and pulled it hard into my crotch, as a delicious orgasm racked my entire body. Holding her fingers tight against my throbbing clit, I closed my legs and pressed my pussy up against her kneading palm as warm tentacles of pleasure flowed through my torso, all the way up to my rock-hard nipples.

“Oh, my God… oh, my God…. yeah…. right there…. yeah…. aaaaaaahhhhhh…. fuck, Tracy…. yeeeeaaaaahhh…. that feels incredible…. ooooohhhhhh…. oooohhhhh…. yeah….. right there…. hmmmmmm…”

After a few minutes of euphoric pleasure, I opened my legs and released Tracy’s hand… now dripping wet from my pussy juices. She chuckled again, and said, “Wow, Meesh… you really needed that, eh?”

I laughed and said, “Yeah, I think I did. I’ve had a pretty rough week…. and Drew’s been off campus with that stupid baseball tournament. So, this was exactly what the doctor ordered…”

After another minute or two of enjoying the aftermath of my climax, I turned around and pulled Tracy down onto the sofa cushions with me, saying, “Now it’s your turn…. your week has been just as crazy as mine.”

She giggled as I pulled her shirt up over her head, tossed it to the side, and began caressing her big, soft tits. I sucked her nipples into my mouth… first one, then the other… nibbling on them gently, then releasing them with a ‘plop’. Her giggles turned into moans, as she closed her eyes and savored the feeling of her breasts being massaged and her nipples sucked.

It wasn’t long before her shorts and panties were on the floor next to her top… with me perched between her thighs, fondling and caressing her vagina and ass cheeks, and shoving two fingers into her dripping wet snatch. After a couple of minutes, I slid down between her spread legs, using my tongue to lick up and down between her pussy lips while I continued to finger-blast her moist vagina…. eventually focusing all my attention on her straining clitoris. I sucked the plump nub into my mouth and began flicking it with my tongue, causing Tracy to let out little whimpers of pleasure as she rocked her hips into my thrusting fingers.

With a guttural moan, Tracy grabbed the back of my head and pulled it hard into her drenched cunt, mumbling “Yeah… yeah…. fuck, yeah…. oh, my God… right there…. right there…. eh…. eh…. aaaaaahhhhhhh…. holy fuck…. aaaaaahhhhhhh…. my God, yeeeeeeeessssss…. shit, Meesh, that feels fantastic…. yeah, keep going…. hmmmmmmm…. hmmmmmm…”

After riding the wave of her climax up to its peak, we both took a few minutes to catch our breath and enjoy the remnants of our delicious orgasms…. then grabbed our clothes from the floor and wandered into the bathroom to take a shower together.

We both had boyfriends, and definitely enjoyed a nice hard cock, so we never really developed a routine when it came sex. But for the next two and half years, we would comfort each other like this whenever a situation arose that needed a little tender loving care to help us get through it.

After graduation, we were ecstatic when both of us landed jobs near Dallas. We ended up living on opposite sides of town… about 40 minutes away from each other… but managed to get together for a “girl’s night out”, or a weekend jaunt, a few times every year… usually at Tracy’s place, or at a swanky resort somewhere out of town. Our visits became less frequent as we began focusing on our own lives, but we loved our periodic trysts, and our doors were open to each other whenever one of us needed a break, or a moment of comfort during our busy lives.

I ended up marrying Drew… my boyfriend from college…. about 2 years after we graduated. Tracy dated around for a few years, then met Chris at the gym where she worked out. They got married a little over 3 years later, and moved into a new house very close to Tracy’s old one on the other side of Dallas.

We didn’t really socialize with our husbands… in fact, the only time I met Chris was at their wedding. He seemed like a nice enough guy… he was big, well-built, and handsome, and I could definitely see what Tracy saw in him. From what Tracy told me whenever we had our “girl’s events”, they seemed to be very happy together…. although she said he was a bit of a horndog and, with a sly grin, added that he had the biggest dick she’d ever had inside her. Of course, whenever she’d slip this comment into our conversation, we’d laugh… clink our glasses… and drink a toast to Chris’ big cock.

For the most part, Drew and I had a good marriage, with typical ups and downs. But after about 8 years together, we were having more and more arguments about Drew being too busy for “us”. We didn’t have any kids and, between business trips, golfing, fishing, and working late, we were spending less and less time together…. my frustration had been growing for a while, and…. damn it, I was only in my early thirties, and I needed some attention!

One Friday evening in mid-July, Drew and I had another huge argument about his plans for a fishing trip that weekend after having worked late every night during the week. I was furious and felt abandoned. After 30 minutes of raised voices and his feeble attempts at justification, I stomped up the stairs to the bedroom in a huff. I called Tracy, and asked her if I could come to her place…. of course she said “yes”…. so I packed some clothes and stormed out of the house.

I found Tracy’s new house using GPS, and melted into her warm embrace as soon as I stepped through the front door. She said that Chris was out with ‘the boys’ that night, and wouldn’t be home until well after midnight, so we had the place to ourselves.