Sex with my best mates ex

B is my best friends ex. She’s mid thirties, with dark brown hair, a slim athletic figure, and perky tits, which seem to have nipple erections more often than not. She’s a very attractive woman.

I’d known her for twenty years, and nothing had ever happened. She’d always been either my best mates girl, or his ex in my eyes. I’d have still fucked her if I could, but she just wasn’t interested in me in that way.

B had recently lost her home, and I had just moved into a new one. As a favour I said she could stay with me for a while.

Over the past couple of weeks, in my mind, the sexual tension had been rising. She was looking at me for longer. I would catch her looking at me out of the corner of my eye, when we were watching TV. She kept on saying I fancied her, when I’d never told her I did, saying it was going to cause problems, but in a jokey sort of way.

One Friday night she went out for a girls night. I had nothing planned, so stayed at home to get drunk and high. She got home about 1am swaying slightly, with a really tight, figure hugging dress on. She looked amazing.

We sat in the living room, each on a separate couch, talking. Whatever the conversation was about, she would always turn it round to sex. Nothing blatant, but I noticed sex was being raised far more than normal.

As the drinks flowed, we eventually got round to discussing favoured sexual positions. She was giving me such a hard on talking about how she liked doggy, I had to shift to try to tuck it in my waistband. She had been very careful to leave me in absolute doubt, if she was coming onto me or not, so I hid it, not wanting to spook her.

She then got onto reverse cowgirl, saying that was her favourite. She didn’t call it reverse cowgirl, she called it something else I cannot recall, and I didn’t know what she was talking about. I said I don’t know that one.

B then says I’ll show you. I thought she was going to demonstrate on the floor or something, but no, she comes straight for me, straddling over my thighs. I was worried she would feel my erection when she fully lowered herself, I still wasn’t sure what her intentions were. She’s very good at leaving you in doubt.

Finally she says, I can’t show you if you don’t get your dick out. I didn’t need telling twice. I was already really hard so I got it out. She hitched her dress up slightly, facing away from me, and with one hand pulled her thong to the side. She slid down on me really slowly, god she was tight and wet. I couldn’t see anything for the dress, but I could feel all I needed.

For about the next thirty seconds, she gyrated smoothly and slowly up and down on me, but still talking completely matter of factly, what other positions she liked, what her kinks are etc. After maybe twenty seconds, I heard a few soft gasps.

She then pulls her self off and goes and sits back on her couch, still talking like nothing happened. I’m fit too burst by now, I can’t believe she just did that!

I decide to get her back to talking about doggy style, which she said loved, especially when her hair was stroked, and then pulled. She said she preferred it standing, preferably with a mirror in front. I have a mirror attached to a wall, above a side board, and I suspect the little minx had previously eyed up that spot as a good place to be fucked.

I need to carry this on, so offer to fuck her, pulling her hair against the mirror. I tell her how much I’ve wanted to cum inside her for the last twenty years. B said it would be mean to not let me have my way, and saunters over to the sideboard, and said, well go on then.

I take her hair and slowly kiss her neck as I impale her. She’s has a knack for sex, something about the way she gyrates I have never experienced with a woman before. We go at it, harder and harder, until I’m really pulling her hair. She’s not really moaning, but letting out lots of really quick little gasps.

Her juices soak my thighs, and we finished more or less at the same time. She then dresses, and resumes the evening without another word about it.

She still insisted on sleeping in her bedroom that night. I tried to mention it the next morning, but she simply said if I wanted it to happen again, I best play my cards right.

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