Naughty Little Shamrock Stories

 I was getting ready for bed with my husband when I got a call. I knew it would be trouble when I saw my former trusted friend Geoff was the one calling. We hadn’t talked since the last incident at his house. He started off innocently enough asking me if I knew one of our old college friends was getting married in a few weeks. I said I did but declined the invite because my husband and I were busy that weekend with his family. He replied saying that his date can’t go now and that he needed a new plus one because he wanted someone to make the long drive with so he didn’t have to cancel so close to the date. Before I could say anything he assured me several times that it would be just as friends. I told him I wasn't sure about it. He continued that he was sorry for what happened between us, how it was a mistake to throw away friendship like that. Finally, what sold me was when she said that hanging out with some of our other friends would be a great way to rebuild what he ruined. After some sexual convincing that would have him agreeing to anything, I told my husband about the potential trip leaving out a few critical details. He was fine with it saying that his family sees me all the time and I should enjoy seeing my old friends. I called Geoff back and told him I would join him if he behaved himself.

When packing the night before for the trip I made sure my husband would see me doing so. I had nothing pink, no sexy lingerie or anything picked out that would give him the hint that I would be fucking during the three days I planned to be gone. Just the gown I ordered for the wedding, a sexy but not slutty day/night dress, and leggings and a long shirt for the ride home. When he gave me a questionable look I knew what he was thinking. I reassured him that he would know exactly when, where and who I fuck without any ambiguity. This was true, I really didn’t plan on cheating for once. Telling myself that I believed Geoff when he told me he was sorry, and it was a mistake throwing away our friendship for sex. I also convinced myself I wouldn’t give in to him a third time even if I was wrong about him wanting to rebuild it.  

It was early the day of the trip, and I was already wrong. When getting ready for the six-hour-long drive I had just got out of the shower and looked at the clothes I laid out on my bed then said “FUCK” out loud, instead of wearing the simple comfortable outfit of a tank top, leggings, modest underwear, a sports bra and flats, I had walked back to my dressing room and started dressing up for him. An all white mini sundress did nothing to cover my tits, showed off the entire outline of my body and that I had nothing on under the thin material in the bright daylight. Even my freshly dyed golden blonde hair and make-up were well done with my recently injected lips painted his favorite shade of red. The 6in bright yellow heels were also completely pointless, I hated that I couldn’t help myself and that my pussy was already wet because of that fact. Geoff got out of the car to look me over, saying “You never fail to impress, do you?”. I spun for him causing the dress to flare up revealing my lack of underwear. When I was closer he continued “You even got your lips done now.” As he helped me with my overnight bags I smiled and said “We should get going, we have a long drive ahead of us” and got in the passenger side seat. 

The first hour of the drive was fine with Geoff seeming sincere with what he said to get me to join him. We were talking like old friends again and rocking out to our favorite bands. I was even both a little disappointed and glad he didn’t just bend me over after putting my stuff in the trunk. It didn’t last. Without warning mid-conversation, Geoff’s hand slid up my thigh and between my thighs, his finger quickly finding its way in my soaked pussy. “Stop… You said you wouldn’t…that we were…” I started but couldn't finish my thought with how good it felt. “You can’t deny that you want this with how wet you are” He taunted. A few min later we came up to the first slow down for traffic. He brought his finger up glistening with my wetness and put it to my lips. I licked and sucked it clean enjoying my own taste. “Now show me how soft those pretty new lips of yours are.” I didn’t even hesitate, undoing his pants and lowering my head. Right there in the slowly moving traffic I took his cock between my red lips and sucked gently bobbing my head as I did. He kept talking and drove as if nothing was happening. When we were in a short standstill he casually told me I had a fan. Sitting up I turned to see an older gentleman in a semi truck looking down at us. With a smile I pulled my dress off my shoulders exposing my tits for him and began to rub my pussy with one hand the other still stroking Geoff. Once we started to move steadily again I waved, blowing the trucker a kiss before returning my full attention to Geoff’s cock. Eventually he pulled into the back of a rest stop, so I could finish him swallowing the load. During the long drive I would do this two more times with it only taking his hand lightly touching the back of my head to get me to suck him again while we talked like friends. 

Once at the hotel we both checked in, and he handed me his extra key card saying “Just let yourself in later”. I did my best to sound confident and sure of myself when I told him “That won't be necessary, nothing else is going to happen” but I knew it was a lie as I said it and so did he, when I took the card anyway. In my room I told myself it was late enough and that I was just going to shower and go to bed. I took off the sundress and heels and stepped into the running water of the shower. Before I could wet my hair my hand found my aching clit. I rubbed it under the steaming water hating myself for what I was about to do…again. My hair and make-up was perfectly redone. The thin white sundress clung even more to my still damp body making my missing bra and underwear even more apparent, and my yellow heels clinked on the floor as I made my way down to Geoff’s room. 

Without knocking, I let myself in to find Geoff naked on bed scrolling on his phone dick in hand stroking. “Took you long enough but we both knew you would” He said putting his phone down. I slowly walked over letting the sundress drop to the floor just before climbing onto the bed. Positioning myself straddling over his cock I told him “No talking. I hate how you do this to me, how you make me feel, but I need it. I need to feel you in me. Tomorrow we are just old college friends again, not a word about this to anyone… Understand?” He grinned and nodded as I slid down on his cock. Geoff wasn’t the biggest or thickest cock, nothing abnormally special other than being above average size, but it somehow did things to me that very few do.  I couldn’t help but toy with my tits pinching my pierced nipples or rubbing my clit as I rode him. Every movement of my hips either rocking back and forth or bouncing up and down sent shocks throughout my body. Other than some grunts and moans of “oh fuck” and “yes”… he didn’t talk. His hands however explored every inch of my body he could reach from, gripping my ass, groping my tits and pulling me into him by my hips. It took all my control, will power, and talent to draw out and prolong both Geoff and myself from cumming. I was on top the whole time forcing both of us to hold off as long as possible. Finally, I was so close for so long I couldn’t take it anymore I clinched his cock as tight as my pussy could and milked his cum out. Our simultaneous orgasm was a slow, raw and steady release of pent-up energy that took its time passing.  He went to say something, but I just put my finger to his lips before leaning down and saying “Just friends now” then slid off leaving the room as I pulled my dress back on. I avoided him the rest of the night and most of the next day other than a text saying “Meet me in the lobby just before the wedding starts”.