A few years ago, my roommate Alex (23M at the time) and I (23F) spent a few weeks fucking. My husband was away for work and fully encouraged this behavior.

We had other roommates in the house and mutual friends we hung out with a lot, and we did not necessarily want everyone to know we were having sex. This led to.... quite a bit of sneaking around. And as a lifelong "good girl," the thrill of breaking the rules drove me absolutely crazy. Being deviant- and watching Alex be deviant- kept me horny nonstop for the two weeks we were FWB.

One of my favorite nights was when Alex and I went out to the club with one of our other roommates and a friend. We knew we'd have to "be good" in public, but having two other people around who couldn't see us all over each other really added to the suspense. I was wet before we even got into the club.

Throughout the night, Alex and I were dancing as part of the group. We were trying to act as normal as possible. But at one point, the two other friends went to get a drink, and Alex instantly pulled me behind a pillar on the side of the dance floor and made out with me desperately. One hand went straight to my ass and the other cupped my head as he kissed me like he couldn't take it anymore. I brushed his bulge and knew he was already hard. He was just as turned on by the forbidden situation as I was. We stopped before either of our friends saw- the whole event lasted maybe three minutes. By the end of it, my pussy was drenched, and I was desperate for him.

We snuck several more kisses through the night- in line for the bathroom, in dark corners, any time we could separate ourselves from the group. And the rest of the time we were careful not to touch each other, afraid it would somehow reveal everything.

Needless to say, by the time we got back to the house, I was the horniest mess I'd ever been. But we had to wait for our other roommate to go to bed, so we sat on the couch watching TV, our fingers grazing each other occasionally . Each touch sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. I couldn't even look at him because I was afraid I'd just cum on sight. The whole thing was hot and naughty and sneaky and Very Not Allowed, and it was driving me to the brink madness.

And then our roommate went to bed, so we instantly ran down to the basement and unleashed 8 hours of edging. Our clothes were on the ground before we reached the couch, and he took my tits in his hands and rolled each nipple on his tongue.

That was the first night I rode his bare cock. I'll remember the look on his face as I slid down his length for the rest of my life. We were both in ecstasy as he stretched me out.

I won't pretend we lasted all night like that; we had both been on the edge for so long that it was only a few minutes of me grinding on him before he looked into my eyes and said, "I'm not gonna last much longer like that!" I slipped off of him and onto my knees, taking him in my mouth, tasting my own pussy on him, working his cock. He unloaded down my throat. I swallowed every drop.

And don't worry, he didn't forget about me. As soon as he caught his breath, he had me on my back with my legs open wide, writhing and panting with pleasure. I fell into absolute stupidity as he finally gave me my release, with my knees shaking and eyes rolling back and my moans much too loud for an occupied house.

And then we continued to play until the sun came up.

It's been years. I'm pretty sure I'm still the only woman he's ever fucked raw. I know for a fact I'm the only one who's ever ridden his cock like that.

I often wonder if his wife knows that. I wonder how much our friends know. I wonder how much they heard. I wonder if they know what I sound like when I cum just like he does, or if we somehow got away with it.

And I wonder if he still thinks about that night at the club, too.