I've been married almost 9 years now. Have two beautiful daughters and a great career. My husband and I have been together a total of over 15 years. About a year before getting married, I visited my long long time guy friend, Seth, at his college. My husband was totally okay with it as he trusts both of us and knew it was just a friendship, but I never told him about my teenage years and the insane crush I had on Seth.

Well the weekend came that me and a few friends were supposed to go down and visit him and both of my other friends backed out. I had a hotel room paid for already so I just decided to go alone. That first night was amazing. Seth and I had dinner and a few drinks, caught up, laughed a ton. He played rugby at his school so a few of his teammates found us at the bar and hung out with us too. Everything was great. I left him Friday night and went to my hotel, he had a game in the morning and we made plans to meet up again for another dinner and drinks night.

But it wasn't that simple. I couldn't sleep that night. I tossed and turned and all I could do was think about Seth. My mind started wandering. Fantasizing about him naked, about us hooking up. All the wrong things for an engaged woman to be thinking about with her best guy friend in mind. I did my best to forget about it and finally fell asleep. The next day came and I went to my friends game. Bad idea. Seeing him run around in competition, getting all sweaty, being so masculine just made my mind wander even more, and worse yet, at this point, started giving me that tingling feeling down below.

The night came and we met for dinner again. I didn't have anything all that attention grabbing being that I packed for a weekend with friends and not alone with Seth, so I had gone out after the game and picked up a nice skirt and lower cut top. I made it pretty obvious that I was looking for, and accepting male attention that night. Seth and I had another great dinner and the drinks were flowing, and I started noticing he was picking up on the vibes I was giving off. We got much more touchy and flirty this time around. The night was coming to a close and I was hoping he'd make a move but he's too much of a gentleman. He gave me a hug and kissed my cheek (something he'd never done) to say goodnight, and I just went for it. I asked him if he'd like to come hang out at my hotel, there was some beer in the mini fridge and I didn't really want to spend the rest of the night completely alone like I did the night before. He obliged and walked with me, arm in arm. At one point he put his arm around me, with his hand resting on my hips and I just counted the steps till we'd be making it to the hotel. I was so aroused and so excited for what I was hoping was going to come next.

Finally we make our way into the elevator and I couldn't help myself anymore. I grabbed him by his t shirt at his chest and pulled him to me, pinning myself between the wall and his body. I kissed him and I felt him immediately kiss me back. Next thing I know our tongues are sloshing around in each other's mouths, hands wandering all over each other's bodies. He starts to make his way down my neck and just as I'm about to moan his name and beg for him to reach up under my skirt, we get to my floor. I grab his hand and rush him off the elevator, down the hall and couldn't get into my room fast enough. As I went through my purse for my key, and then worked to get it in the door, Seth stood behind me, kissing the back of my neck, his hands groping my butt over my skirt. At one point his left hand made it's way around to the front of me and he groped my boob. I wanted to have sex right there in the hallway. I was so ready to go and all I could think of was that I was finally going to get to see Seth's dick, something almost all of the girls that we grew up with at the Cove in the summers would have wanted.

The door finally swings open and we practically ran into the room. I sat down on the edge of the bed and helped him undress himself. The moment I pulled down his pants and his more than average sized cock (about 7.25" to 7.5"), which is significantly bigger than my soon to be husband, I smiled and moaned. I grabbed hold of it and stroked it, he was already half hard at least, and didn't take many tugs to get it pointing straight out at my face. I put it in my mouth and that's when it all became reality to me. I had SETH, the Seth, everyone's crush at the Cove, I had HIS cock in my mouth. It was everything I imagined for years as a teenager and now again most recently. It was a dream come true. I just went to town on it. Licking, kissing, sucking, slurping. I was all over every inch of it. His dick, his balls, I made love with my mouth to his entire package. I didn't want to stop but he finally made me, saying he "wanted a turn on me". He helped me out of my top and watched me undo my bra, clearly enjoying the sight of my C cup tits hanging there as I removed it. He pushed me back so I was laying on the bed and he slowly and erotically helped slide my skirt down off of me. Then he did the same with my panties, until I was fully nude along with him. He got down on his knees and let me wrap my legs around his shoulders and head. The first touch of his tongue to my soaking pussy nearly made me orgasm. He was incredible at it. My hands and fingers ran through his hair, pushing his head into my crotch more as he'd hit a spot that felt even better than the last. I moaned that I liked my butt played with to which he slid his mouth down and ran his tongue along my ass hole, nearly making my head explode. As he came back to my clit I felt his finger pushing it's way up into my ass and that's when I begged for him to never stop. Finger fucking my ass and licking the life out of my clit sent me through the roof. I began screaming out to God and Seth, cumming all over his tongue and lips as he drove me to one of the best orgasms I had had in my life up to that point. I didn't think it was going to end. My legs furiously shaking, my body quivering, he pulled back and asked how that felt and without hesitation I begged him to fuck me. I just had to have it. I needed it. This was the pinnacle of my sex life to that moment and I needed to do the full deed with him. He climbed on top of me and slowly slid his cock into the puddle that was my pussy. We stared into each other's eyes as he went deeper, and deeper, and deeper into me. About halfway in or so I realized he wasn't in entirely and I hadn't felt anything that far in me other than maybe 1 or 2 other times. It was perfect. It was heaven. It was everything I had imagined and more. We fucked in missionary for a few minutes then rolled over so I could ride him. He nearly burst when I reached behind me to fondle his balls and shove them up against my ass hole. Finally he asked if he could really lay into me which is what I've always wanted to I emphatically screamed out yes. I got down onto my elbows and knees and stuck my big booty up in the air. After a few spanks he grabbed hold of my hips and slid himself in. It was perfection. He began to thrust in and out of me and it was better and better with each thrust. He went for a good 10-15 minutes, bringing me to an orgasm and putting me on the door step for another. I told him I was close and he put a death grip to my hips and thrust into me as hard as he physically possibly could. I'd never been fucked that hard and just as he yelled he was about to cum I begged him to stay in me and began to orgasm again. I could feel him shooting rope after rope of the warmest, gooiest cum into me as my body shook uncontrollably. I was seconds away from screaming that I love him but I was able to fight the urge.

He stayed for a few more hours, we fell asleep spooning and cuddling, and when I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom I came back and went under the comforter, sucking his dick till he came in my mouth. At that point he got up and got dressed, came back over to me in the bed and gave me the longest, hardest kiss I think I ever had. I was on cloud nine. He left and I just laid there in ecstasy until I knew it was late enough in the morning to where my best friend (who knows Seth too) would be awake. I had to tell her everything. It was my proudest sexual encounter in my life up till then.

Seth and I have now hooked up 2 additional times to this story, and what has provoked me to share all this is he just told me he's coming to visit family in CT near me and this time (unlike the last few times I've seen him where we haven't hooked up) he won't have his wife or daughter with him. I've told my husband we plan on getting together to catch up and, bless his heart, he's so supportive of it, offering anyway he can help with taking the kids. My worry is number 4, even though it's been spread out over 9 years, may be the one where I can't contain myself and have to admit to both Seth and my husband that I have feelings for Seth.

Stay tuned 😁😁.....