An Old Friend

I did a double take when Emily walked into the bar.

Emily and I had worked together about 10 years ago and had become close friends. We had a similar sense of humour and I had found it very easy to talk to her. We used to instant message at work and this went from innocent conversations to explicit chats about our sexual histories that would have gotten us both fired if our boss had seen them.

There had always been an attraction between us and we had flirted and on one memorable Christmas night out, more than flirted - we found ourselves against a wall behind a pub with my fingers in her pussy and her hand stroking my cock, even the near freezing temperatures hadn't calmed our ardour. The only reason things didn't go further was because I had a wife at home, and Emily a husband.

After our night out, the next few months saw our instant messages becoming even more flirty and we planned to meet up outside of work for a 'meal'. Would we have left our partners? I honestly don't know, I have something special with my wife, Rachel, but the thrill of a new love, and I did love Emily, was more exciting than real life with kids and a mortgage.

The situation resolved itself when Emily became pregnant by her husband and settled down to become a great mother to what was eventually a family with three children. We still chatted occasionally, but this was about decorating and holidays rather than favourite sexual positions, and after we moved to separate offices even this fizzled out.

Let me tell you about Emily, the phrase that springs to mind is English Rose. She is quite tall with long dark hair and alabaster skin, she has beautiful blue eyes and small pink lips that are slightly pursed as if she is waiting to be kissed. Emily used to complain about her weight, but this was nonsense because she had fantastic legs and a bum that was made for squeezing. Emily always used to tell me that her breasts were her best feature, and it was a constant regret that I had never gotten to see them. But for all her physical attractions, it was her personality that most drew me to her. She was well spoken and demure which made her seem innocent, finding that there were hidden depths to her sexually, as I got to know her better, was one of the things that I found most alluring.

It had been 5 years since I had seen Emily and the years had been kind. She had blonde highlights in her dark hair that made her look less innocent and more sophisticated, and rather than the trousers and tops she had favoured in work, she was dressed in a figure hugging black dress with sheer black tights and high heels. She looked so hot that I couldn't take my eyes off her, and so it was a while before I noticed her partner and got another shock.

I'd met Richard, Emily's husband, a couple of times, he was short, bald and unassuming. The man that Emily was with definitely wasn't Richard - he was more than a head taller, had short dark hair and muscles that bulged out of his tight t-shirt.

I was on my own waiting for a friend and Emily didn't appear to have noticed me as she and her companion took a seat. I stared at them trying to determine the nature of their relationship. It didn't take long to work it out, the eye contact, the little touches. Jealousy burned through my veins as I saw their obvious chemistry. When Emily's partner got up and walked towards the lavatories, I made a decision to go and talk to her. My heart was beating quickly as I made my way across the bar.

"Emily!" I said, trying to sound casual, "It's been a while."

"Alex!" She stood to hug me - with her heels she was very nearly my height. My arms went around her and God, she felt good in my arms. I burned with jealousy again.

"Richard looks different." I said casually.

Emily missed the sarcasm, "Oh Richard and I split up last year, this is Mark."

"Lucky bastard." I said with a smile. Emily blushed.

"Are you still with Rachel?" She asked, ignoring my comment.

"Yes, we've been together over 25 years now."

"Are you happy?"

"I was until I saw you."

"Alex!" Emily laughed. "I did like you all those years ago, you know. I used to think about running away with you."

"I've missed you too," I said, although I'd been trying to be cool, my voice was husky with suppressed emotion. "I used to love our chats, especially when we talked about our sexual lives." I paused before adding "I bet you've got a few more stories to tell now."

Emily blushed again, "I might have."

"I'd love to hear them. Talking to you used to be so exciting."

"I might be busy tonight, but I'll message you at some point because it would be good to get back in touch."

Emily's companion was coming back from the bar carrying a pint and a glass of wine, so I bid my farewells and walked back to my table. My mind was dwelling on Emily's last statement - "I might be busy tonight" - I bet you will, I thought.

My friend arrived soon after, but I was distracted by the presence of Emily across the bar, and my gaze kept being drawn back to her. As I stared, I noticed that her dress had risen up and I could see what seemed to be the welt of a pair of stockings. I remember asking her whether she wore stockings in our chats, and she told me that she had only worn them on her wedding day, but now she was wearing them for this muscle-bound idiot.

Emily left the bar about 30 minutes later, cuddling into her partner, the pair of them looking like two people heading off to have sex. I left soon after, my mind wasn't really up to talking shit with my mate, so I pleaded illness and headed home.

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"You're back early." Rachel said as I came through the door.

"I'm not feeling great." I said, accepting her hug. "I don't know if I'm coming down with a cold."

"Poor thing," she tickled my chin, "Why don't you have an early night?"

"That sounds like a good idea. Sorry."

"Don't apologise," Rachel laughed "At least you're not drunk!"

I went upstairs and got ready for bed. I laid in the dark, my mind on Emily and how much I had loved her. I was happy with Rachel and didn't want to leave her, but I wished I was with Emily tonight. Was she in bed with Mark now, her mouth around his cock, or her head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode him. My hand wandered down to my penis which was hard as a rock. I've always been a voyeur and one of the ways this had manifested itself was in an interest in seeing behind other people's metaphorical curtains. Although I wished I was with Emily, I would settle for being a fly on the wall watching her.

Rachel came up to bed at 11, but I pretended to be asleep and she was soon breathing deeply. I was about to drop off myself when my phone screen lit up.

My heart beat quickly as I picked up my phone, it was a message from Emily. "Did you have a good night?" It read.

My mind reeled, images of Emily entwined with her man flashing across my mind again and again.

I typed a reply, "I didn't, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"You're sweet"

"I hate being sweet!"

A laughing emoji.

"What did you do after you left the bar? I asked.

"Went back to mine."

"No kids?"

"No Richard had them for the weekend."

"How long have you been with your new bloke?"

"This was our first date. We matched on a dating site and had chatted a bit and got on quite well, so we decided to meet up."

"You looked like you were getting on well!"

"Yeah, we did."

"Where is he now?"

"In bed sleeping."

"Did you wear him out?"

I stared at the phone screen, waiting for the dots to appear to show me that she was typing a response, but nothing.

I eventually gave up and tried to go back to sleep. Had I upset Emily and crossed a line with my direct question? My mind dwelled on this during a broken night's sleep.

It was 10am before the next message came through.

"Sorry, Mark woke up so I had to go."

A second message followed. "Yes I did wear him out". This was accompanied by a winking emoji.

I felt a strange sensation in my stomach and I started to get hard, which as I was stood in the kitchen was potentially awkward. I went into the front room and typed a response.

"Lucky bastard! I want to hear all about it."

"Ask me questions and I'll tell you what happened."

I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry with excitement. I paused to consider my first question, then typed:

"I noticed you were wearing stockings, did you know you were going to have sex with him before you met up?"

"Oh god that's embarrassing - could you see them?"

"Yes, your dress rode up when you sat down. You looked so hot."

"That's two men who liked them tonight! I knew I might have sex. I liked chatting with Mark and his pictures made him look hot."

"What else were you wearing?"

"I had a black basque which was holding up the stockings and a lace thong."

"I wish I could have seen you in it! On that night when we snogged I remember your pussy was quite hairy, did you do anything to it before meeting Mark?"

"You always used to say that I had a 70s style bush - I didn't, it was trimmed. But yes I did do something to it."

"What?"

"Landing strip"

"Fucking hell that is so hot!"

I had an intense image of Emily in my mind. She was dressed in basque and stockings and pulling down her lace thong to reveal her perfectly sculpted landing strip.

An emoji with a grinning face appeared on my phone.

"When did Mark know you were wearing stockings?"

"In the pub he put his hand on my knee and felt the strap."

"What did he say?"

"He asked if I was wearing stockings and I said I was. He used very similar words to you to tell me that he liked them."

"I bet he did. So, you're in the pub and getting on well, who made the suggestion about going back to yours?"

"I did."

"Do you want to come back for a nightcap?"

"Lol, something like that."

"I bet he didn't need much persuading."

"Not much. We got a taxi and he started kissing me and stroking my legs. I should have felt embarrassed because the taxi driver could see me, but I didn't care. I opened my legs and Mark put his fingers inside me, I was really wet. Behaving like a slut in front of this fat middle aged taxi driver was really turning me on."

"Did you touch his cock?"

"I was stroking it through his jeans, it felt really big."

"When was the last time you had sex?"

"About six months ago before Richard and I broke up. That's probably why I was so horny."

"What happened when you got back to your house?"

"We had to tear ourselves apart to pay the taxi driver and we ran up the drive to the front door. Mark pushed me back against it and put his tongue down my throat again, then he hitched up my skirt and put his fingers back inside me."

"Was he good with his hands?"

"Very, he knew exactly where to touch me and I was on the verge of coming on my doorstep."

"That is so hot!"

My dick was straining against the front of my trousers and I needed to be somewhere private to touch myself.

"I'm going to have a lie down", I said to Rachel. "I'm feeling really tired."

"I hope you're not ill for work tomorrow." She said, kissing me on the cheek and giving me a look of concern.

I went upstairs to the bedroom, on fire to hear the next part of Emily's story. I got under the duvet and opened the phone screen to see a smiling emoji from Emily.

I was a bit confused and looked back to see that this was her response to me saying how hot I found her retelling.

"So you're inside the house, what did you do next?"

"I told you I was horny and I really wanted to see what his cock looked like so I kneeled down and started to unzip his jeans."

"Fuck yes. Did he have a good cock?"

"It was very nice. It's been a while since I'd seen anyone's penis but Richard's. Mark's was longer and thicker."

"What did you do with it?"

"What would you have liked me to do to it?"

"If it was me standing in front of you, I would have shoved my cock right down your throat."

"Mark had a similar idea."

"I bet he did! Did he like your technique?"

"He did, he had to stop me because he said he was going to cum. I was tempted to make him, but I really wanted his dick inside me and I didn't know what his stamina was like."

"Where did you have sex?"

"In the bedroom, but it took a while to get there. He took my dress off and pulled the cups of my basque down to suck on my nipples. It made me even more horny."

"Did he like your boobs, I remember you saying that they were your best feature?"

"He seemed to. He pushed me back on the stairs and clasped my boobs together around his dick. I could feel him getting close again so I asked him to take me upstairs and fuck me."

"Did you actually ask him to fuck you? I remember that you didn't like saying that word."

"There's a time and a place and that was definitely the place."

"What happened next?"

"We went to my bedroom and I took off his t-shirt and ran my hands over his chest. He was really toned. I then took his trousers off and played with his dick. He asked me to turn the light on because he wanted to see me."

"How did you feel about that?"

"I probably would have felt nervous if I wasn't so horny. I'm a 40 year old mother of three so I've got some stretch marks."

"I bet he didn't care about those!"

"He didn't if his dick was anything to go by, it was really hard. He shaves his pubes which made it look even bigger."

"What happened then?"

"He pushed me back on the bed and pulled my thong to one side, then he put his dick inside me. Even though he was big because I was so wet it slid right in. It felt great and he sucked on my nipples as well which I really liked."

"Were you making any noises?"

"I don't normally, but I felt myself groaning as he rammed into me, his dick felt great and I felt myself start to come. I actually screamed as my orgasm hit."

"You'll be getting complaints from your neighbours!"

"I hope so, because that means I'll be seeing Mark again."

"Did he cum?"

"No, he let me get my breath and then he turned me onto my front and took me doggy style."

"I seem to remember you saying that was your favourite?"

"It is. He told me to touch myself as he took me and that made me orgasm again. I collapsed as it went through me."

"What did he do?"

"He stopped for a couple of minutes and we kissed and cuddled, then he turned me onto my back again and we did it in missionary."

"You must have been worn out!"

"I was. I was sweating, my throat felt sore from moaning. I told him to come for me and he pushed my legs back towards my head and speeded up."

"Were you shocked with how wild you were?"

"I am now, but at the time I didn't care. I actually said to him where do you want to come?"

"I would have come in your mouth."

"Lol, he leaned in close and said, I want to come in your cunt. It was so dirty it made me orgasm again and I could feel his cock spurting inside me as my muscles spasmed."

"Emily, that is the hottest thing I've heard in my life!"

"It got hotter than that. He put his fingers into my pussy and put them into my mouth so I could taste our juices mingled together."

I had been stroking myself as I read Emily's messages and at this I lost control and came all over myself, my first spurt landed on my chest, my second splashed on my face, my penis throbbing in my hand as I pictured Emily licking the contents of her cream pie off her fingers. I had to clean myself up before I could respond.

"Sorry for the delay in replying, that message was too much for me!" I typed.

"What do you mean?"

"I just came."

"Were you touching yourself while reading my messages?"

"Yes, is that okay?"

A laughing emoji came up on the screen followed by another message. "That's two men I've made come today!!!"

I laughed out loud at this, and tapped out:

"What happened next?"

"Mark was feeling tired, so I stripped off my lingerie and we cuddled for a bit before he fell asleep. That's when I texted you."

"So you were full of his cum when you were messaging me?"

"Yes. Do you think I'm a slut?"

"No, absolutely not. The thing I've always found most sexy about you is the contrast between respectable girl next-door and the wild things you've told me that you've gotten up to."

"Nothing as wild as this."

"Really, didn't Richard fuck you up against a wall in an alley on your first date?"

"That doesn't count I married him."

I laughed again. I'd forgotten how funny Emily was. "You said that you had to stop texting me because Mark had woken up?"

"Yes. The sleep had recharged his batteries because he was ready to go again."

"What happened?"

"He put his head between my thighs and started to kiss and lick me."

"That's brave - you must have been a bit of a mess down there!"

"I know. But he didn't seem bothered."

"Did he have a good technique?"

"Yes."

"Details Emily!"

"I've never described someone eating me out before."

"Is talking about it turning you on?"

"Yes"

"Are you touching yourself?"

"I might be."

"Oh God, that's so hot!"

"You keep saying". Emily had added a wink to the message.

"So about his technique?"

"He obviously loved doing it."

"I think that's one of the keys to great oral sex, for men or women."

"Absolutely. He used his mouth and his fingers together his tongue focusing on my clit, his fingers inside me touching my g-spot."

"Was it feeling good?"

"Oh yes, he knew just when the sensations were becoming too much for me and would ease back before going again."

"Did you come?"

"Really hard, it felt a bit uncomfortable at the end because I felt like I needed to pee."

"I wonder if he was trying to make you squirt?"

"I didn't have time to ask because as I came he entered me again."

"Lucky bastard!"

"Lol."

"What position?"

"Just missionary. It was different to the earlier sex, more gentle and slower."

"Was he kissing you?"

"Yes"

"I love kissing Rachel after I've been down on her, the thought that she's tasting her own pussy. Did you taste good on his lips and tongue?"

"I wasn't really focused on the taste, the sex felt so good."

"Were you making noises?"

"Yes. I even told him to fuck me."

"Emily!"

"I know!"

"Did he oblige?"

"Absolutely, he quickened his pace when I said this and pushed himself even deeper. We both came at the same time again."

"I'm jealous as hell of Mark, but I have to admit, the guy is a master."

"I know, he was able to make me come on the first date in ways that Richard couldn't after 15 years of marriage."

"So you've had another cream pie. What happened next?"

"We cuddled for a bit and then went to sleep. It was getting light when I woke up needing to pee."

"TMI Emily! I'm not into watersports!"

"Don't you want to hear what happened next?"

"Objection withdrawn, although if you tell me that you have rubber sheets on your bed my hardon is going to disappear!"

"You've got another erection! I promise you'll like this bit."

"Mark was still asleep but I could see that he was hard. I felt really naughty and because he had done something for me I thought it was only fair to return the favour."

"You're right, I'm going to like this bit!".

"I took him into my mouth and started to give him a blow job."

"So fucking hot!"

"Thank you. What made it hotter for me is that he didn't wake up. He carried on sleeping as I worked on him."

"No way!"

"If he was pretending, he was a great actor."

"You must have given him a fabulous dream about being in bed with a beautiful woman."

"You're sweet." A kiss emoji from Emily accompanied the message.

"What happened next?"

"He came."

"Details please Emily!"

"lol OK. I was trying to make him come, using all of my tricks. Twisting my tongue around his shaft and taking him as deep as I could in my mouth. He was definitely awake now because I could hear his breathing and his hips started to move, thrusting as if he was having sex with my mouth. He groaned and I felt his dick throb in my mouth as he came. I kept my lips sealed around him catching every drop."