Unexpected
A couple of weeks ago my husband and I had planned a small party. Just a few friends celebrating that we moved into a new house. As it turned out, the roads were horrible due to a snowstorm.
The party was supposed to be at 6pm. Because of the weather I sent out an email a few hours earlier saying it was postponed due to the roads being very dangerous. There were only about a dozen people invited with their partnets and most responded back.
At 5:45 the doorbell rang. When I answered the door it was a co-worker. He said something about being the first to arrive and I asked him if he had seen the email I sent out. He hadn't and when I mentioned the party was postponed he said he was sorry and headed towards the door. I said to stay since the roads were very bad and the snow was expected to stop soon. I knew my husband had to work until 6pm that night so I said he should wait here and we could eat dinner when he arrived. My co-worker, whom I'll call "Bob", agreed and I offered to take his coat. We sat on the sofa and began to chat.
"Bob" was the person who did most of the training for me when I was hired at my job. He is extremely nice and one of my closest friends at work. He is a bit older than me as he is 62 while I am 39, but he has a lot of the same interests as me. He was married quite a while ago but had been single, at least not re-married, since.
We began to talk about work and such when I received a text from my husband just after 6pm saying he would be late as one of his co-workers would need a ride home since her car wouldn't be able to make it up a steep hill near her house. It made me a little upset because the co-worker was a woman my husband dated before me and I thought he still was attracted to her, even though I trust him.
Because of my husband's detour, which was far out of his way, I assumed he would be home well over an hour later than normal. So, since dinner was delayed I told Bob the situation and made drinks for us both.
To make a long story short, about 90 minutes later I received another text from my husband saying he had just left her house and was stuck in traffic on I-5. This made me upset as he should have been home already and I turned on the TV. Sure enough, the interstate was a parking lot. However I still wondered why he wasn't closer, and three drinks into the evening (I don't drink often), I guess I was a little paranoid that he, if not cheated, at least must have had the urge at her house. When we first started dating I found texts between my husband and her that were pretty explicit, so I'm not too happy they still work together.
In addition, "Bob" and I had been talking about his relationships, or properly, lackthereof, for nearly an hour. It was a discreet conversation, and because we are close, included how he has been frustrated due to the lack of sex.
I don't know if it was because I was mad at my husband, drunk, sympathetic to "Bob" or something else, but I felt bad for him and placed my hand on his to comfort him. But, he had moved his hand and I over-reached, putting my hand on his upper thigh. I pulled it back and said "I'm sorry" and started to say I was a little drunk but he immeduately moved in and kissed me.
Now it's important to know that I'm not attracted to "Bob". He is a very close friend, but he is over 20 years older, heavily set, and just someone who I'm not attracted to. So, here he was forcefully kissing me and grabbing my left breast. This went on for what seemed like 10 minutes, though it probably was 30 seconds, and then he placed my hand on his penis, which was large and as hard as a rock, and whispered "suck my cock" in my ear.
I've have never cheated before but I was drunk and I was mad at my husband. I felt compassion for "Bob" and know that one random blowjob isn't quite the same as intercourse. Whatever the reason, and I was not thinking straight at the time, I just stared at his penis. It was still in his pants, but I could tell it was large, and my delay in reacting because I was thinking about what to do, plus my hand on him, must have made him think that I was thinking something I was not.
He stood up, pulled his erect cock out of his pants, and pushed my head towards it. He said "don't be afraid I'll go slow" as it hit my cheek and then bounced across my lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum across my face.
He pushed the tip into my mouth while he guided, or rather, forced my head to go down on him. It was large and at some point I began sucking rather than being forced. It didn't last long, maybe three minutes, and he ejaculated while holding my head. I almost *****ed as it was a lot and did not taste pleasant.
My head was reeling. What did I just do? Then "Bob" kissed my forehead, said "good girl", and put on his jacket and left.
Last night we held our postponed party. "Bob" was there as well as other friends. Work has been awkward for me but nothing has been said. However, last night sitting on the deck "Bob" told me he wanted another blowjob. I said I was drunk and made a mistake but he forced it on me and he came quickly.
I told him we can't do this and looked back to the glass door. Luckily no one had seen us. As I wiped his semen off my cheek he told me he won't do anything he just wanted a blowjob every once in a while. I said "no" and went back in the house.
Now that I write this I know I will give him more blowjobs. I felt dirty, but it's not like I will become pregnant, and I realize I have a submissive side he has tapped into. At some point this will have to stop, but "servicing" him, as he calls it, makes me very wet, and I have had some of the best sex with my husband the last two weeks while thinking about what I've done.
The party was supposed to be at 6pm. Because of the weather I sent out an email a few hours earlier saying it was postponed due to the roads being very dangerous. There were only about a dozen people invited with their partnets and most responded back.
At 5:45 the doorbell rang. When I answered the door it was a co-worker. He said something about being the first to arrive and I asked him if he had seen the email I sent out. He hadn't and when I mentioned the party was postponed he said he was sorry and headed towards the door. I said to stay since the roads were very bad and the snow was expected to stop soon. I knew my husband had to work until 6pm that night so I said he should wait here and we could eat dinner when he arrived. My co-worker, whom I'll call "Bob", agreed and I offered to take his coat. We sat on the sofa and began to chat.
"Bob" was the person who did most of the training for me when I was hired at my job. He is extremely nice and one of my closest friends at work. He is a bit older than me as he is 62 while I am 39, but he has a lot of the same interests as me. He was married quite a while ago but had been single, at least not re-married, since.
We began to talk about work and such when I received a text from my husband just after 6pm saying he would be late as one of his co-workers would need a ride home since her car wouldn't be able to make it up a steep hill near her house. It made me a little upset because the co-worker was a woman my husband dated before me and I thought he still was attracted to her, even though I trust him.
Because of my husband's detour, which was far out of his way, I assumed he would be home well over an hour later than normal. So, since dinner was delayed I told Bob the situation and made drinks for us both.
To make a long story short, about 90 minutes later I received another text from my husband saying he had just left her house and was stuck in traffic on I-5. This made me upset as he should have been home already and I turned on the TV. Sure enough, the interstate was a parking lot. However I still wondered why he wasn't closer, and three drinks into the evening (I don't drink often), I guess I was a little paranoid that he, if not cheated, at least must have had the urge at her house. When we first started dating I found texts between my husband and her that were pretty explicit, so I'm not too happy they still work together.
In addition, "Bob" and I had been talking about his relationships, or properly, lackthereof, for nearly an hour. It was a discreet conversation, and because we are close, included how he has been frustrated due to the lack of sex.
I don't know if it was because I was mad at my husband, drunk, sympathetic to "Bob" or something else, but I felt bad for him and placed my hand on his to comfort him. But, he had moved his hand and I over-reached, putting my hand on his upper thigh. I pulled it back and said "I'm sorry" and started to say I was a little drunk but he immeduately moved in and kissed me.
Now it's important to know that I'm not attracted to "Bob". He is a very close friend, but he is over 20 years older, heavily set, and just someone who I'm not attracted to. So, here he was forcefully kissing me and grabbing my left breast. This went on for what seemed like 10 minutes, though it probably was 30 seconds, and then he placed my hand on his penis, which was large and as hard as a rock, and whispered "suck my cock" in my ear.
I've have never cheated before but I was drunk and I was mad at my husband. I felt compassion for "Bob" and know that one random blowjob isn't quite the same as intercourse. Whatever the reason, and I was not thinking straight at the time, I just stared at his penis. It was still in his pants, but I could tell it was large, and my delay in reacting because I was thinking about what to do, plus my hand on him, must have made him think that I was thinking something I was not.
He stood up, pulled his erect cock out of his pants, and pushed my head towards it. He said "don't be afraid I'll go slow" as it hit my cheek and then bounced across my lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum across my face.
He pushed the tip into my mouth while he guided, or rather, forced my head to go down on him. It was large and at some point I began sucking rather than being forced. It didn't last long, maybe three minutes, and he ejaculated while holding my head. I almost *****ed as it was a lot and did not taste pleasant.
My head was reeling. What did I just do? Then "Bob" kissed my forehead, said "good girl", and put on his jacket and left.
Last night we held our postponed party. "Bob" was there as well as other friends. Work has been awkward for me but nothing has been said. However, last night sitting on the deck "Bob" told me he wanted another blowjob. I said I was drunk and made a mistake but he forced it on me and he came quickly.
I told him we can't do this and looked back to the glass door. Luckily no one had seen us. As I wiped his semen off my cheek he told me he won't do anything he just wanted a blowjob every once in a while. I said "no" and went back in the house.
Now that I write this I know I will give him more blowjobs. I felt dirty, but it's not like I will become pregnant, and I realize I have a submissive side he has tapped into. At some point this will have to stop, but "servicing" him, as he calls it, makes me very wet, and I have had some of the best sex with my husband the last two weeks while thinking about what I've done.
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