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My husband Tom and I became good friends with Sam and his wife Bonnie the first time we met. We spent many weekends traveling and socializing with him and his wife, Bonnie.
After one dinner out, the four of us were near the five story office building he was developing in the final stages of completion. We stopped in for an impromptu tour. His wife took Tom off in a separate direction to show him some of the views of the evening city she liked.
Sam and I eventually found ourselves on the middle third floor in an area destined to be the new offices for his development company. He was excited to share the result of his endeavor with me.
It was not unusual for us to be alone with each other’s spouses. We were all comfortable in our group of four. Sam and I forever flirted with each other when we socialized but it was never anything serious. As attracted as we were to each other we were happily married and we respected our boundaries. Besides, Bonnie was my good friend.
That evening though, Sam was particularly attentive to me. Perhaps emboldened by the cocktails and wine over dinner and his excitement over sharing his project he was saying very flattering things to me. He told me how nice it was that I remained a “regular girl” even though I always appeared so “regally beautiful”. The terms landed sweetly. He even used the term “hot” to describe his impression of me the very first time we met.
It surely wasn’t the first time we flirted so his compliments glanced off me with little reaction, but strung together they were having an effect. I felt a tingling and realized my panties were growing wet before it dawned on me that, this time, he might actually be trying to seduce me. The thought excited me, but I certainly didn’t want to show it.
I grew quiet and unresponsive as we continued the tour, conflicted by the effect Sam’s compliments were having on me and the fact that we were all such close friends. I calmly listened as he told me about the project and kept up his not-so-subtle flirtation.
A few minutes later we entered the glass-walled corner room that was to be his own office. “Wow,” I said, “This is big!” I was hoping to divert the attention from me to the project. Painting was half done and the flooring was left to be installed.
“Check this out,” he said delightedly, as held open a door towards the rear of the wall on the right.
“Your executive bathroom?”
“Yup.”
“A shower?”
“For the days I bike to the office.”
I don’t think he expected me to walk into the center of the small bathroom, but when I paused he flicked on the light. I knew he entered behind me. When I heard the door click shut I turned to find myself face to face with him.
My lips softened into a relaxed smile, slightly parted expecting him to kiss me, exactly what at least a part of me wanted more than anything else right then.
He didn’t disappoint. Years of our mutual infatuation suddenly foamed over. We were immediately ravenous for each other.
He pulled me tight against him with one hand on my ass. I could already feel his erection as his other hand reached my breast over my clothes and his fingers clutched into a pleasant squeeze as we kissed.
I backed away enough to reach between us and grip the fabric of his trousers around a formidable hardness.
Impetuously I sank to my knees, without a care about the dust on the floor, and in mere moments had my lips around his thick straight cock. Impressive in size, from what I knew at least bigger than average, bigger than Tom’s for sure. More importantly, it was gorgeous and hard and there was something about his smell that wowed me, something I will never forget. I’d read about pheromone attraction but I never actually believed it was a thing. Another moment and the spongy purple head hit the constriction of my throat.
When I pulled back and then pushed harder my throat gagged into a tighter constriction. I gave up and clenched the base of his shaft to protect my throat. I started repeatedly bobbing on the exposed half of his gorgeous cock and pressed my tongue against the underside as I did. I loved the way his cock felt in my mouth, the ridge of the head passing over my lips and teeth, and the rigid shaft possessing so much strength. Soon his hands moved to my hair and tightened on my head. The knowledge of him being drawn along with my lust filled me with a profound sense of power and authority.
My inner slut wanted to push harder to take it all and let it get sloppy, but with his Bonnie and my Tom somewhere in the building, I didn’t want to make a mess of myself. I assured myself I was being plenty slutty for the first time.
“Oh my God, Jane I’m gonna cum!”
I went even faster and wrapped a hand around the back of his upper thigh.
Seriously, Jane, I’m cumming!”
I took the first spurt deep and let it flow down my throat, the next I let spread throughout my mouth, and the third and fourth I allowed to collect on my tongue and in the pockets of my cheeks. His pulsing cock felt uniquely alive. I could tell he was getting sensitive. I stopped sucking but waited until he was done to pull off of him. I made a show of swallowing most of it in one big gulp.
I love the texture and I especially love the fresh smell of cum. I even like the sharp base taste and saltiness. Too many adjectives? I could have used more. Sam’s cum wasn’t very bitter so I could have kept it in my mouth longer but some men get kind of squeamish so I just swallowed.
While Sam was putting his cock away he stooped over and kissed me full-on and passionately, surely tasting himself. Not squeamish one bit.
“It’s been a long time since anyone swallowed my cum.”
“Well, my sister always said it’s not a blow job if ya’ don’t swallow.”
We both laughed and we kissed again. When our lips parted I spun in his arms and brought both his hands around me and up to my breasts. He pulled me close and whispered into my ear, “I hope this is the start of something.”
“Me too, we’ve already wasted so much time,” I said, before running my tongue over my cum coated teeth. “Hmmm,” I thought to myself that even the aftertaste wasn’t bad.
Just before we left the office I remembered to bend over and brush the white plaster dust off my knees and the hem of my dress.
Moments later we were walking together toward the stairs when Tom and Sarah emerged from the stairwell.
“Where have you guys been?” Sam asked.
“We started at the top on the fifth floor so I could show Tom the views before it got too dark.”
“We’re headed up there now,” Sam said and held the door into the stairwell for me. “I showed Jane where my office will be.”
By the time we reached the fifth floor, Sam and I were making out like silly teens. Having already crossed the line he was then pressing me to fuck. I was anxious for it to happen.
A blowjob, and cunnilingus for that matter, are like appetizers for sex. I was so horny to get fucked right then, but I wasn’t going to allow it that night. I not only wanted that prospect to marinate, but I didn’t want to risk everything we suddenly had on such a giddy impulse.
