I 42F first met my now husband 43M at a bonfire party in 2001. I was 19. It was his 20th birthday. We talked for maybe 15 minutes and I swear I fell in Love. I told my friend that night that I could marry that guy. But my friend told me he had a girlfriend of four years. So I left the party sad, and horny and went home and rubbed myself all night thinking of him….fast forward a year, and I’m still rubbing myself constantly and thinking of him. My friend came and picked me up to go to a party and asked if it was okay if we stopped by his childhood friend’s house on the way. Turns out the childhood friend was bonfire guy, and of course he’s still with his girlfriend. Not to mention the girlfriend is friends with all my friends. So once again I went home that night and rubbed myself thinking of him. I should probably mention at that point I was fucking a guy on a fwb status. So when my friend wanted me to go back to bonfire guy’s house for a party a couple weeks later it just so happened I was with my fwb. We walked into his house and were told by his roommate he was upstairs with his girlfriend. It instantly made me horny. So I went to the bathroom and thought about rubbing one out but then remembered my fwb was there. So I decided i was going to fuck fwb in this guy’s bathroom. Think of fucking him one last time before forgetting about him and moving on. I could hear fwb outside the bathroom door. I opened the door, grabbed him, pulled him into the bathroom. I unbuttoned his pants, pulled his boxers down and told him he needed to fuck me. He took my pants off, put me on the counter and proceeded to fuck me about 15ft below bonfire guy’s bedroom. I used fwb to fuck me all night while thinking of bonfire guy. A month later I ran into bonfire guy at a party. Turns out he had noticed me. He started talking to me. Long story short….. He dumped his girlfriend by the next weekend and took me on a date. I no longer needed fwb. I finally got the dick I wanted. And I’m sucking it right now while I tell him what to write.