Now that's a surprise!

He had been a friend for more than 30 years. We grew up in the same neighborhood. He started dating a co-worker that he was infatuated with. She had been a model but now was an educator. I hadn't met her yet when he started to cut me off (not returning my calls, etc). I finally took the hint and left him alone. They moved in together and I think he needed my (free) help to move so he started calling again. I didn't want to be bothered but it was his mom's birthday so out of respect i came over and met his girl for the first time. I thought she was attractive but I would have never expected I'd be eating her out very shortly.

After about 2 weeks, I helped them move. It was just me and him. When I was helping him bring the mattress up, he started excitedly talking about what he would be doing to her in the bed. I laughed but my mind was on 2 other things. The first was a library book I had lent him that I was hoping to retrieve (he couldn't be bothered to look for it). The other was that I could use his laptop for an online course I was taking. Eventually she showed up. I had to go to work so she offered to drive me. I forgot what we talked about but it was nice and innocent.

So ostensibly things went ok. I would come over to coordinate his vast collection of books. He worked weekends so eventually she and I were together. I figured I could be left in the apartment but she insisted I come along with her shopping to the mall. I didn't have a car and couldn't refuse the "lady of the house". So I went along. Soon it was a regular thing. He'd be at work and I'd hang out with her.

The first indication came very shortly. Their place was sparse and the apartment was just a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and a living area where his hundreds (maybe thousands) of books were kept. She wanted me to watch TV with her and the TV was in the bedroom where the only furniture was the bed. To show her gratitude for the meals she would treat me to I would buy dvds of movies she liked. I didn't like the idea of sitting where they slept. But he came in and found us watching TV and had no problem. The next weekend the same thing happened but all of a sudden she was hunched over me leering and trying to tickle me. We horsed around non sexually but again were on the bed watching tv when he came in. This time he was sort of angry that we were on the bed. I couldn't blame him but didn't know why since it was the same as before.

The first time we went shopping she was buying swimsuits for the trips they were planning that summer. She asked me to judge different suits by modelling them for me. I later found out that she was purposely doing this to tempt and arouse me since my fake friend had told her about what a "pervert" I was.

How it started going down was the same as many other times..with alcohol. I was honest with her and told her that I didn't want to drink around her because i (truthfully) get drunk easily and that I had a crush on her and may make a move that would hurt our friendship. I think she appreciated this and told me she felt the same way about me. She was driving so I think it was easier for me to say this to her since she was occupied. We started holding hands when we went places but just playfully.

One day I got a call from her. A stray cat was hanging around the school where she taught and she knew I would take it in. I went over but we couldn't find the cat. But as she was driving me back home we came across a stray dog running in the street. We went to a corner store to get it food and she knelt on the sidewalk and fed the dog. As I looked at her I think I truly fell in love with her. I planned on taking the dog to the shelter but she convinced me to bring it home. I was renting the 2nd floor of an empty house with cats so I decided to give the dog my room. (I was also living with my girlfriend who had moved from out of state with me).

For some reason rather than have me stay there we decided to return to her apartment. I was stressed about having a new dog and if I would lose my home or if it would escape and hurt my other pets. I think she was worried that I would go back and kick the dog out. I started gently kissing her on the cheek to reassure her then gradually kissed her lips for the first time. We continued until I recklessly decided to reward her. I stripped her to her panties, pulled those down and began to lick and kiss her pubic area. I would occasionally look up from my meal to see her with her long black hair splayed over the pillow and a beatific smile on her face. I wondered how she would explain to her boyfriend the giant wet spot that her juices were pouring on the bed.

I feasted and dined until she orgasmed. We cleaned up during which she threatened my life if I told anyone what happened. Her boyfriend came in from work and offered to drive me home. He was laughing at the thought of how my girl would react to the dog.

Now that we had this sex breakthrough, I learned the whole truth. He had been backbiting and talking about me so long that when she finally met me I was so different from what she had thought that she was actually attracted to me (which I had no clue about at the time). When she told me how once he saw that I was calling, laughed and ignored the call I didn't feel bad about seducing and conquering his woman. Thankfully he was enough of a snitch to also tell her everything about my life including my fetishes. So the next time we got together, we went to a department store where she had me buy her a camisole and pantyhose.

We went back to the apartment while she took a bath and told me to wait in the kitchen. After her bath she summoned me to the bedroom where she had put on her glasses, the camisole, pantyhose and black heels. I didn't expect this and was actually sick but wasn't going to turn down another chance to get it on. Again we kissed and I started kissing her hosed legs (she was the first woman I had who was taller than me). At some point i started eating her again, I was excited but she was disappointed that I wasn't hard. (I had taken off my pants but was semi dressed in case her man returned and was too sick and nervous to be erect). I finally got her off orally till she climaxed and left for home with her boyfriend none the wiser (though he was mad that I bought her a present of a camisole because it was too familiar and intimate an object for a man to be buying another man's woman.) I laughed to myself because he didn't know what else i was doing.

I had just got to work one night when she called. They had fought and she wanted my company. I will never forget the exhilaration I felt of running through the night to be with her. I met her outside the apartment where he was trying to get her to come back in. She told me to get in her car and we drove to her mom's apartment. It was on the second floor and it was a sheer joy to see him on the outside looking in (and up) at his girl begging and pleading for her to talk to him. Since her mom was home, we couldn't do much but I remember a very romantic night with us kissing over and over and me sucking on her D cup breasts. Eventually they made up (I think he did offer her some security) but again he probably didn't think anything happened since her mom was home.

So our public routine was interspersed with whatever time we had. We'd go swimming at the Y where we'd steal kisses and I'd grope her underwater where the others couldn't see or we'd french kiss in the car before going in the tanning salon.

I was content with just giving her cunnilingus and still felt some small fealty to her man whereas I would only go so far with her. I did ask her if she would like to try anal sex at some point. He later benefited she told me when she let him do it to her based on my suggestion and he exclaimed "I have the best girlfriend EVER!"

Once again we found ourselves alone on the bed. She had me chain the front door shut and shortly I had my head between her legs when she suddenly blurted out "I want to ride" and with that straddled me as she did before but this time she was bottomless. I undid my pants and pulled down my shorts and entered her without protection. We were making the box springs squeak when her conscience overtook her and she started threatening me and regretting what we'd done and that I'd better not give her a baby. I calmed her down with sweet talk and we resumed. At some point I fell asleep in the bed next to her.

BOOM BOOM

I awoke to realize he had come home and was trying to open the door. Somehow I managed to slip on my pants and still had on my shirt and was able to slip out of the room into the hall as he broke through the door and busted the chain. He started looking around angrily. I could not think of anything else to do so.... I hugged him. She was knocked out cold (not sure if it was from the sex or other things or a combination). I made it seem that I was grateful for his return so I could leave without waking her. Thinking on my feet I told her that I had chained the door and was planning on slipping out the window (they lived on the 3rd or 4th floor) and taking the fire escape because i had to get back home. Later on she told me that he told her he thought I had been manhandling her while she slept and that I had chained the door for my deviant needs).

After that close call I decided not to risk getting caught. She tried to tempt me once by lustfully growling "I have to do whatever you say" when we were alone in the apartment but I had to listen to my brain and not my testicles. She admitted to me that she could only climax when he went down on her if she pretended it was me. At some point I got too attached to her and he became jealous of the friendship and connection she and I shared. After I bought her a ticket to a Cure concert as a present (that he was too cheap to buy her) he set an ultimatum..he would break up with her if she didn't stop contact with me. I had nothing to offer her with a lower paying part time job, a girlfriend, cats and a dog and a rundown apartment so I had to break up with his girl.

It was funny how attached I had gotten to her. I had been pretty happy though my job and my apartment weren't the best. Now all I could do at work was think of her with him. I decided to try to improve my situation so I got a better job,
moved to a small house and tried to make things work with my girlfriend (who had met "her" and later told me she knew we were messing around).

Then I learned of all places at a funeral that she and he had broken up and that he was taking it bad. I was encouraged by this person to contact him. I tried to call him but once he answered the phone and heard it was me he hung up. So I had no choice but to reach out to her. She was happy to talk to me but I had to assure her that I wasn't speaking to "him". She asked me to come over to her mom's house.

So in the interim, his brother who was disabled had actually moved in with her and her mom. She answered the door in a black sort of nightie, black stockings and kitten heels. She had her mom cook me dinner and made sure to tell her mom who was cooking chicken that I "liked breasts and thighs". I couldn't control myself even though her mom and his brother were around. I had my hands on her nylon legs every chance I got. It came time for bed as we were all going to court the next day. Her mom slept in the living room, his brother in the front room and I crept into her back room where we had protected sex without the threat of her man interrupting us. It didn't feel as naughty or illicit but it was still a thrill to thoroughly screw a woman with her mom only a few feet away.

During the previous month, they fought so much she had gotten a restraining order and had him put out of the apartment. Apparently she had been gone a few days and he was so angry when she returned he punched her in the head. He had violated the order by returning to the apartment to retrieve some things and she was at court to extend the order. Another highlight of my life was the astonished look on his face when I came strutting into the courtroom with her on my arm and her mom and his brother following behind.

A few blissful weeks passed. I would work, stop at my house and spent the night in her bed. Once we dropped off her mom and his brother at a laundromat. She was supposedly driving me home but we went back to the apartment and fucked and fucked and fucked. She finally fellated me (her idea) but insisted I get tested before she could commit to anal because...diseases.

All good things come to an end again. So now that I was able to make her my woman (albeit with his brother always around), things went south. Bizarrely she accused me of being with her ex and stalking her outside her job. So we parted. But I did have an encounter with him. On my way to work I saw him at a bus stop looking really sad and down. I had to cross the street and tell him the whole story so that he knew the truth about her and that he wouldn't miss her as much. He looked stricken and shocked. Later on he told me he was infuriated and enraged.

Whatever she was angry about she forgot and we were lovers again. We had gone to court to re-extend the warrant and she wanted me to come over and make love that night. I called her from work and he answered. She took over on the phone and cursed me out. Eventually I found out that as they worked together he had approached her at work and begged her to forgive him using the guilt of our affair as leverage.

Stunned I finished work and headed straight to her mom's. I waited outside till she drove up. I didn't understand her anger at my telling him since they broke up but now I think she planned on getting back with him since he was more socially secure and that was smashed with what I told him. We talked in the car then she told me to come up to the apartment. Once we were in the door she wailed on me in front of her mom and his brother. I've never had a woman kick my ass and it sort of turned me on. She threw me out. I tried emailing and she threatened me with a restraining order.

Years passed. I got married to a co-worker I disliked to improve my credit and lost a daughter before she was born by another co-worker. Out of the blue "she" contacted me on Facebook (which she claimed later on was a mistake).
We started hanging out again socially but no sex. (The closest we came is when she came out of the shower in a towel and I pulled her on my lap in her small cramped new apartment. She asked me if I was horny and I told her before I released her "I'm always horny!" We are friends to this day and spent this past Thanksgiving together.

Oh yeah. I also saw one of her Mom's D-cup breasts once when it popped out of her top as she slept on the couch.

Which was nice.