This one starts a little different. I was married to P when this started, and Sharon was married to Buddy.

In the beginning

Sharon was married to Buddy who did some handyman work for me. Buddy was a good guy, but his background kept him from getting ahead in life. After Buddy did a couple projects, Buddy asked if he and his wife could hang with me and mine. We did a couple dinners and wine nights, we became friendly, but the ladies never really clicked. They both drank wine, liked music, but the reason would become more obvious later.

Both couples had marriage issues, seemed to be the way of the world. Like most guys we would commiserate about our wives, and he spent a lot of time asking what he could do better to make his wife happier. One day we stopped by his place to pick up some stuff, waving me in, I get the tour of the house ending in the master bedroom. The place is normal as can be with one glaring exception, there is a monster eye ring screwed into the ceiling. Buddy gets the biggest shit eating grin on his face, “one thing about my wife, she is a straight freak when she does give it up!” “Oh, really?” I responded. “Yeah, if I could just keep her in the mood, we wouldn’t have marriage problems,” he claimed. “Hey man, I might not have a big black cock, but I do what I can with my little man until he gives out then my mouth takes over”, he explained. I would be lying if I didn’t say this made me look at her differently. I was married, but I wasn’t dead. Sharon is about 5’-6”, short hair, and piercing blue eyes her body is thick and curvy with full round D, to double D size tits with a very spank-able ass.

Fast forward a couple weeks, there is a kid’s party at my house with a ton of people over. Buddy and his family are invited, but in walks Sharon and their daughter, no buddy. She is in a flowing full length sun dress, no shoulder straps and clearly no bra. Her tits are swaying with each step, bouncing like I am sure they have done repeatedly when she rides Buddy. My wife at the time had an eagle eye, so I didn’t dare stare too much at Sharon, but several times our eyes met and I definitely had thoughts of dragging her into a bedroom and finding out what she had under that dress. What caught my attention was when she went to leave, she came and thanked me for the invite, never stopping to talk to P.

The Split

It would be about a month later that P and I decide to separate, moving to different bedrooms and starting all the divorce work. During this time, I kept all the drama to myself, not wanting to emotionally bleed all over my guy friends just yet. This went on for two weeks when Buddy calls me late. “Brother, its over I can’t take her anymore, I spent the last 2 nights in my truck, and we are getting a divorce,” Buddy says. Now, Buddy isn’t exactly crying about this massive change. “What will you do?”, I asked. “So, the deal is that I’ve been banging this teacher for a couple weeks since Sharon wouldn’t give it up. I am going to go crash with her for a bit until I get my own place”, he says. “I’m just starting over,” he says as he hangs up.

“Well shit”, I say to myself. Now me and my friend are getting divorced, and this guy already has a new partner. It would have at least been fun to have a partner in crime to get into trouble with for a while. Ok, all the commentary on my intension goes straight in the comments. I shoot a text to Sharon saying that I am sorry to hear what happened, mentioned that P and I were in the same boat, and that the two women might be able to commiserate since you were both in the same stage. Sharon replied, “Thanks, sorry to hear about what’s going on with you too.” I added “I know how people end up picking sides, and promised not to do that, they were both my friends and what was said stayed where it was, no spying bullshit.” “Oh, what happens between us, stays between us?”, she asks. “Of course,” I replied. “Good to know, I am the same way, “she sends followed by a picture of her ass cheek with a 3” black spade tattooed on it. “Sounds like we need to talk,” I replied. I called her, “Seems like we might have more to talk about.” She says, “Well, I guess he didn’t mention that I have a thing for BBC and he has been setting them up for me for the last couple years.” “He definitely failed to mention that” I replied. “Had I known that I might have brought you in a bedroom and flipped that sundress up at the party”, I said. “You should have! I was thinking the same thing,” she says, “I left because I never wear panties and I kept getting wet looking at you, so I had to leave.” “Is that so,” I asked. “The real question is, when are we going to fuck?”, she asked plainly. We planned for the next night at her place, and I tossed and turned thinking about making this happen.

Knock, knock

I parked around the corner and walked up to the house where Buddy used to live. Sharon and I had been texting and she would be in the back on the patio, so I was to come in through the gate. “Knock, knock”, I say over the fence. “Come on, I am waiting”, I hear her say. The gate opens, and to the left I see her sitting in a chair with a smoke in her right hand, right foot is on the chair her left leg out and her left hand fingering her dripping pussy. “Well, hello to you too!” I answer. “I figured I would cut to the chase,” she replies. The cigarette is crushed as she stands and walks toward me. We wasted no time, mouths met, her hand immediately palms my now throbbing cock through my jeans. “Fuck”, she says, “Let me see this thing in person” as she starts unbuttoning my pants. My cock pops forward as she sets him free, the head pushing up above the band of my boxer briefs. She immediately leans over and wraps her lips around the head as she pushes everything else down. Her tongue swirls the head of my cock, and she strokes with one hand while steadying herself with the other. A nearby fire pit is a steady brace for both of us. “Mmmmm, let me see all of this too, “I say as I lift her oversized t-shirt exposing her gorgeous pierced tits and plump ass. She proudly shows off her tattoo in person, allowing me to slap it several times with my hand and my hard cock. “I have a much better place for him” she says as she bends over the fire pit, reaching around and under she spreads her pussy for me. Sliding the head of my cock between her lips, she is soaked already. She pushes back and takes my entire cock into her pussy with a moan. Grabbing her hips, I guide her as she throws her ass back onto my hard cock. My right hand lands on her ass cheek with a crack, she moans loudly. Crack again, and she is panting while the sounds of her ass slapping against me change from slap to splash. I move my hand up to get a fist full of hair, this was what she needed, her pussy exploded in a gush of pussy juices running down our thighs. As her pussy quivered it was all I could take and blasted her full of cum. Sharon turned and dropped to her knees to suck my cock clean. “Good girl”, I said as she looked up at me with a sloppy mouth full of wet cock.

Sharon disappeared into the house, a few minutes later emerging with a couple towels. “Umm, yeah, had I known that you were packing that,” pointing at my cock,” I would have fucked you a while ago.” We both had a laugh over the comment. “We definitely need to do this again”, I said. “We will see,” she replied.

What happened to Buddy?

Initially, I had a lot of guilt and tried several times to connect with my friend. He wasn’t the best at answering in the first place, but the divorce had him on silent mode. I ran into him one day and gave him shit. “Man, I have been working hard and fucking that teacher,” he says, “ I don’t have time for anything else.” With a reply like that and a few more unanswered messages, I took that as a green light to proceed, she got me in the divorce.

Several months later after a morning dick delivery where I would walk into her house and find her bent over the bookcase, she admitted that she expected me to ghost her after the first session. Neither of us expected to have several sex sessions weekly for months later.