As a motorcycle enthusiast, I often asked my husband's friend, who also loves bikes, to help with maintenance.
My husband is currently on a solo assignment.
"I'm free anyway," said my husband's friend, who would come over almost every week. Last week, the weather suddenly turned bad, making it difficult for him to return home, so I invited him to stay over.
After the kids went to bed, we had a drink together.
I tend to get a bit frisky when I drink.
I leaned against him as I sat beside him.
He pulled me closer and kissed me.
It had been a while since I was kissed, so I asked for a second kiss, and he obliged.
Kissing my husband's friend on the bright living room sofa was thrilling.
We couldn't stop and ended up kissing deeply.
I looked at him while sucking on my tongue as if I were sucking on a lollipop.
When he tried to take off my sweater, I raised my arms to make it easier.
He also removed my bra and began to caress my nipples.
It had been a while since I was touched like that, and I couldn't help but let out a sound.
"Stand here," he said.
I stood in front of him as he sat on the sofa, and when he unzipped my jeans, I remembered my husband's face.
But he quickly pulled down my jeans and underwear, leaving me naked in the bright room.
He touched me and said, "You're wet. Show me," and while I apologized to my husband in my heart, I slightly opened my legs.
He sat on the floor and looked up at me.
"Wow, I never thought I'd see your wet..."
"It's a thank you for always helping me with the bike," I said, though it was no excuse.
He immediately started licking.
Standing up, he licked my clit and played with my nipples, making me feel so much that I couldn't stand, and I pushed his head against me.
He licked my clit and inserted his fingers, making me climax while standing for the first time.
I collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted.
"I can't hold back anymore," he said.
I stopped him from entering and said, "Let me lick you too," and I licked him.
As I got excited by his hardness, he started playing with me again.
"No, I'll come again," I said.
He then entered me.
It had been a while since I felt him, and I couldn't stop moving my hips.
"You're intense. Move as you like on top," he said.
I climaxed repeatedly.
He took me from behind, and his movements were so intense that I climaxed even more.
During the intense session, he gently played with my backside, making my lower body tingle and tighten.
He seemed to enjoy it too.
Unable to hold back, he released inside me.
We took a shower together and slept that night.
The next morning, after the kids left, I went to wake him up, and he pulled me into the futon and undressed me.
"I want to do it from behind," he said.
I got on all fours as he requested.
He entered me again and was intense.
But he didn't play with my backside...
"Touch my backside too," I said.
He played with my backside, and I quickly climaxed.
Excited by my repeated climaxes, he thrust even more intensely and released inside me again.
I was exhausted and fell asleep naked on the futon where he had been sleeping.
After that, we met every week.
I got birth control pills from the gynecologist and devoted myself to him.
I even allowed him to do anal, and I climaxed from it too.
But he seemed to get tired of me and stopped coming after less than a year.
I couldn't chase after my husband's friend, so I gave up.
