Naughty Little Shamrock Stories

About 30 minutes after leaving my husband to recover from his long draining, I arrived at Geoff’s apartment. I couldn’t believe I was doing this after the night at the concert and telling myself I wouldn’t. My former trusted friend opened the door and looked over my slutty tight, pink and sheer dress, more like a hungry wolf than a friend of over fifteen years. “Even better than I thought” He said, letting me in. “Are you seriously willing to trade our friendship just for sex?” I bitterly replied, giving him a chance to reconsider what I was to him. “That’s what you’re here for” he answered coldly. As soon as the door closed behind me, Geoff had me pinned against it and kissed lustfully at my neck and cleavage. I gasped, hating how good it felt, hating how just a few weeks ago I viewed him as one of my few true male friends, hating how I was wrong. “I've wanted to have you ever since that first college party. You had such amazing tits back then, but now they’re even better” He turned me around, so I was facing the door, continuing to kiss my neck. One hand moved to grope my tits, the other I could feel him undoing his pants with. “Besides, you wouldn't be here if you didn’t want this” Then wasted no time shoving his cock in me, slamming me against the door. I hated how he was right, and I hated myself even more for giving in… again.  He grunted “Fuck! I need this”. I barely manged “Just fuck me… yes… Fuck me!” between moans, as he made me cum twice already, and I was on my way to a third. He slid out saying “I show me what those lips do best” I hesitated for a brief moment trying to convince myself that I didn’t want this before giving in and dropped to my knees sucking his cock quickly swallowing it all, being ashamed at loving the taste of myself on it.

After a bit, he took me through the apartment into his bedroom. There he pulled off my dress before he sat me on the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. I moved up the bed, opening my legs to invite Geoff to enter me again. He climbed on top of me, driving his cock hard and fast. Our skin pressed against the other's in wild, sweaty sex. We rolled around changing who was on top and who took control several times, with him eventually pinning me down. My pointed nails dug into his back and legs wrapped around him, pulling him in as he made me cum over and over. He pulled out as I was recovering from my many orgasms, but Geoff wasn’t done with me yet “Your pussy is even better than last time, but I waited so long for a turn with your ass” he said as if it was some item to be passed around. I loathed how I just turned over and presented myself doggie to him. He forced his cock with little regard to my comfort. He wasn’t as big as others, so I took it well enough, but it didn’t stop me from being close to tears as he made me cum several times more. When he finally flooded my ass with his own cum, I was a glistening mess. He told me “That was amazing, you haven't changed since college… Well other than the obvious” giving a little laugh while looking at my tits as I was pulling on my dress. I didn’t look at him or say anything as I left, feeling guilty about giving in and being made a whore again by someone I thought saw me differently.

With my hair and make-up a mess and not just from the sex I picked up dinner from our favorite sushi place enjoying the looks I got while there and made my way home. It had been just over two hours when I finally made it home. My husband was in the dining room with a bag of frozen peas on his crotch waiting for me. He looked at me like he noticed my hair and eye make-up was now a mess and my lipstick was all but gone. He just asked “What took so long?”and didn’t question my answer of “You know how busy they get and with the holiday tomorrow”. We both ate and continued as normal the rest of the night.