An Old Friend

Emily and I didn't talk much over the rest of the week and I was worried that I had offended her by asking for an audio recording of her next sex session with Mark.

Emily was travelling up to Bristol to see Mark on Friday and I sent her a message to try and break the ice, "I hope you have a fabulous weekend."

"Thanks and you." came Emily's terse reply.

I actually had a crap weekend. As much as I liked our sexy chats, it was my friendship with Emily that I valued most and the thought that I had ruined it haunted me. I wasn't able to concentrate at home and my wife asked me if I was feeling ill again. I lied and said that I had a bit of a hangover from the beers last night, but what I didn't mention to Rachel was that the beers had been drunk to drown my sorrows over Emily. I felt miserable about being a total shit to my wife as well, even though she was unaware of this.

It was late on Sunday that I finally received a message from Emily.

"I hope you enjoy hearing this. You always tell me that I'm classy and sophisticated but now you'll know what sort of person I really am."

My heart beat ten to the dozen as an audio file came through on the messaging app. She had done it - I was going to get to hear Emily having sex! My brain hadn't really absorbed the meaning of her message and thus I was incredibly excited when I put on my headphones and pressed the play button on the audio file.

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There was a slight hum and the sound of a door closing.

A male voice with a Bristolian accent said, "You look fuckin' 'ot."

"Why thank you sir!" Emily replied, even these few words revealed that she was a bit tipsy.

"Come 'ere." The male voice, which must have been Mark, ordered.

I heard the sound of footsteps walking across the floor, from the noise it sounded like Emily was wearing high heels. I heard a smack as if a hand had hit flesh, and Emily cried out.

"Sorry," Mark said, "Your arse is so fuckin' lovely that I 'ad to smack it."

I heard kissing noises, with small groans from both people in the room. "Do you always wear stockings?" Mark asked.

"Only for you." Emily murmured. "Why are you still dressed?" She asked, as I heard a rustling noise that I couldn't identify, followed by the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone.

"You're always hard." Emily remarked.

"That's your fault. You make me so fuckin' 'orny. Do you like my cock?"

"I love it."

"Show me 'ow much."

I heard a creak which I assumed was Emily kneeling on the floor. I then heard a slurping noise as she sucked Mark's dick.

"Oh yeah," he said, "Suck that cock!"

The slurping noises continued and then there was a rhythmic noise and I heard Emily choke, before the rhythmic noises continued.

Mark groaned, "Suck that cock bitch. Tell me you love my cock."

"I love your cock."

"Tell me you're my whore."

"I'm your whore."

"Yeah, you know it."

The rhythmic noises continued, broken up with occasional choking. Emily must have been deep-throating him.

"Stop!" Mark ordered, "I don't want to cum yet."

There was a slurping noise which must have been Emily withdrawing her mouth from Mark's cock.

"Good girl. Now what do you want me to do next?"

"Can you make love to me?"

"Make love!" Mark's voice was full of scorn. "We're 'ere to fuck. You're my whore remember."

There was silence.

"Say it!" Mark ordered.

"I'm your whore."

"I'm going to treat you like a whore. Bend over."

I heard a sound which must have been Emily bending over the bed.

"'Ave you been fucked up the arse before?"

I couldn't hear Emily's response.

"Louder!" Mark barked.

"Yes!" Emily said angrily.

"Thought so! With an arse as great as yours, of course you've been fucked up it. Was their cock as big as mine?"

"No." Emily sounded nervous.

I heard a clicking noise which I realised must be Mark opening a bottle of lube. Emily cried out.

"Is it cold? You'll be glad of this lube in a minute." Mark said. "Do you need any on your cunt?"

I heard a wet noise and heard Emily groan.

"You're fuckin' soakin' already." Mark said.

"That's because you were playing with me in the bar." Emily replied, sounding slightly offended.

"Go and get your toy. I want to feel it in your pussy while I fuck you up the arse."

I heard the sound of high heels on the floor and a zip being pulled. I imagined Emily naked but for stockings and suspenders, bending over an open suitcase.

"Good girl. Come back over 'ere." Mark said.

The footsteps showed Emily obeying and again I could hear the sound of bedsprings as she bent over the bed.

"Put it in your cunt."

A vibrating noise was audible as the toy was turned on which was muffled as it went inside Emily. I heard her start to moan.

"Are you ready?" Mark asked.

"Yes", Emily's voice sounded strange - a mixture of fear and pleasure?

"Tell me what you want me to do to you?"

"Fuck me!"

"Fuck you where?"

"Fuck me in the arse Mark!"

"Oh yeah! I'll be nice and take it slow."

Emily moaned again, a sound mixed with pleasure and pain.

"That's the tip. Is that alright?"

"It's so big."

"I know, but you girls love big cocks. Say it."

"I love your big cock! Just stop messing around and fuck me in the arse." Emily sounded angry and the juxtaposition between her well-spoken voice and the foul language made this sound so fucking hot.

There was a grunting sound from Mark as if he was making an effort, a scream of pain from Emily and a slap of skin on skin.

"Bastard!" Emily said.

"You asked for it!" Mark replied.

I heard a mixture of noises. The clapping of flesh on flesh, the rhythmic sound of bed springs, the muffled hum of a vibrator, Mark grunting and Emily whimpering.

"I can feel the vibe against my cock. It's like I'm DP'ing you. 'ave you ever done that?"

"No...I...haven't." Emily gasped between every word.

"I've a mate who'd be well up for fuckin' you. Shall I bring 'im along next time."

Emily groaned as the slapping noise increased in tempo.

"I didn't hear you!"

"Yes! I want his cock in my cunt while you fuck me in the arse."

"Thought so." Mark gasped.

"Do you have another friend?"

"Why?"

"He can fuck my mouth at the same time."

"Fuck yeah! You're such a slut."

The talking stopped and Mark's grunts and Emily's moans got louder as the pace of the fucking increased, before Mark spoke again. "I'm gonna cum"

"Cum in my arse."

"No, I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Turn around."

There was a shuffling noise and I heard the unmistakable sounds of a blow job as Emily went arse-to-mouth. I was a little bit disgusted but massively turned on.

"I could hear Emily's moans of pleasure caused by the vibrator in her cunt, muffled by the large cock in her mouth, then Mark groaned loudly.

"Oh yeah, take it all, take my cum bitch."

I heard Emily gag, then about thirty seconds later she said breathlessly, "There was so much!"

"I saved it up. Let me look at you"

There was a pause, Emily was still moaning against the noise of her toy.

"Your make up is a fuckin' mess but you swallowed every drop. Good girls get a reward, turn the vibe off and lay down on the bed.

The buzzing ceased. "Open your legs." Mark ordered, and I heard the sound of Emily moving on the bed

I imagined her laid back, the beautiful pale skin of her face and chest now flushed from pleasure, her legs in black stockings, her cunt swollen and wet from the vibrator.

"I want a picture of you." Mark said. I heard the click of a camera shutter which was repeated as the lucky bastard took multiple photos of Emily.

"Make me cum please!" Emily moaned.

There was the sound of a body getting onto the bed, followed by the noise of what must have been Mark running his hands up Emily's stockings. Then I heard the wet sound of his fingers in her pussy, followed by a licking noise. Emily moaned, "Oh yes!"

"You like that?"

"Oh god, yes! More please!"

"More what?" Mark asked.

"More fingers inside me!"

The liquid sounds from Emily's cunt got even louder as Mark complied with her request, and her moans increased in volume. A couple of minutes later, Emily screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yeeeesssss!"

Then there was a splattering noise and Mark laughed. "You fuckin' squirted all over my face."

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." The reserved Emily was back in the room.

"Don't be, that was so fuckin' 'ot! 'ave you squirted before?"

"Never! You make me so turned on."

"Do you want to go again?"

"Yes please!"

"Suck my cock to get me 'ard."

I heard Emily moving across the bed and a sound I was starting to recognise as she sucked Mark's cock.

"That's good, that's so fuckin' good! You love suckin' dick don't you?"

There was no reply but the noises of mouth on cock seemed to increase in pace. "Let me fuck your tits."

I'm glad Mark said this because I wouldn't have had a clue what was happening. He moaned, "Your tits are amazing."

"They're my best feature." Emily murmured before I heard her mouth get filled with cock again.

"Lay back." Mark instructed.

Emily did so, and I heard another movement on the bed before a groan which I assumed was Mark entering her. The rhythmic sound of bedsprings was clear in my ears and Mark groaned and Emily moaned in unison.

"Play with your pussy."

Emily must have done so because her moans got louder. The sound continued for the next few minutes until Emily cried out, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Her words turned into screams as her orgasm hit, and then the only sound was Emily's breath panting following her exertion.

There were some kissing noises for a couple of minutes and then Mark spoke, "Get on top of me."

I heard movement as Emily obeyed, "Now ride me!"

The sound of bedsprings was audible and a headboard banging against the wall. "Touch your pussy." Mark instructed. Emily's moaning showed that she was doing just that.

"Chew on my nipples!" Emily cried. "Oh yes, just like that, that feels so fucking good! I'm going to come again!"

Emily's cries reached a crescendo and I had to turn down the volume on my phone. After her evident orgasm things went quiet, so I turned up the volume again and could just catch her shuddering breaths as she tried to recover.

"Roll on your back."Mark's voice broke the silence again. "I didn't say you could come so I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!"

The sound of skin on fabric, "Let's see how supple you are. Whoa you can get your legs back behind your 'ead. This is going to go deep but I know you can take it because you're a good slut. Ready?"

"Yes!"

There was defiance in Emily's voice. There was the sound of a hand on flesh and Emily cried out. "Yes, sir!" she said more meekly.

There was another smack of flesh on flesh but this time I could tell that it was Mark thrusting into Emily really hard. The noise was repeated, Mark grunting and Emily crying out in response.

"Do you like gettin' fucked like this?"

"Hurts"

"But do you like it?"

"Yes!"

"You can touch your clit again. I want us to come together."

Emily's cries increased in volume and I could hear Mark speed up the tempo of his thrusting. "Oh yes, give it to me." Emily shouted.

"'Ere it comes!". Mark gave a long groan and Emily matched it with a scream. I knew her cunt muscles were spasming as he shot his spunk inside her.

"Good girl!" Mark said breathlessly. "For your reward you can taste this."

I heard a slurping noise.

"You love the taste of my cum and your juices don't you?"

"Um-mmm"

"'Ave some more."

The slurping repeated and then I heard movement on the bed and the sound of kissing. This continued for a couple of minutes, then Mark said "I need to take a piss."

Two sets of footsteps were audible, one must have been Emily because there was a noise as she picked up the device that was recording the session.

"I hope this is what you wanted Alex. You romanticise me as someone special, but I'm not. Hopefully this has shown you the sort of person I am - a slut who only deserves to be treated like a whore.

"Make the most of what you have with your wife and forget about me. I'm not who you thought I am. Goodbye Alex."

I sat there with tears in my eyes; I had cum multiple times listening to the recording, but I had also hated hearing Emily being talked to like that - just because she liked sex, it didn't mean she was a slut.

I wished she was with me now so I could hold her, and tell her how special she was and that I still loved her. But instead, I was in bed next to my wife and Emily had broken off our friendship.