This must be the number one way 'happy households' get complicated. Romance with your roomie. But I've never been one to make sensible decisions, so this is exactly what I did.

This happened last year, when I was living at the beach in Mexico. I'd met a model on a shoot a few months previously, who was renting a two bed house in the area. After feeling like a break from the city, I decided to take his spare room.

There had definitely been something between when we'd first met, but I had promised myself a sabbatical from any sort of relationship, so was determined this would not be explored.

And we did great the first few months. It was a crazy hot and humid summer, and we didn't have ac. So it quickly became acceptable for both of us to be naked whenever we were in the house. And I'm not talking underwear. I'm talking naked naked.

So there were times where I would be in the kitchen and he'd come up behind me for a long hug. His initially soft cock always gently placed between my ass cheeks.

And it felt like a relationship. Just unspoken and un-acted upon one. Neither of us were seeing anyone else. But I was beginning to get comfortable with the dynamic. Thinking that maybe this non sexual relationship may sustain.

But I was wrong.

One evening it started to pour with rain. It created a lovely atmosphere in the house. The heat dropped, and we left the doors open to listen to it soak the grass in the front yard, and for the first time in a while were able to wear clothes. Be it only underwear.

We sat side by side, watching the TV. Then, without really thinking about what I was doing, I flopped over onto my side, so my head was on his lap. I'd done this before whilst watching a movie, but I'd always put a cushion under my head. Without that, I was now resting my cheek directly on his cock.

We carried on watching the film, but no one could ignore that he was now rock hard. He began to stroke my hair with one hand, and gently move his hips ever so slightly up and down, so his cock was pressing into the side of my face.

I couldn't tell you the exact moment where we broke, but, without even knowing it, I'd rolled onto my front, pulled his cock out of his boxers and it was now in my mouth.

He continued to stroke my hair with one hand, and with the other, reached between my legs to start playing with my pussy from behind. It was rather an awkward position, I know he didn't want to move and jeopardize the head he was getting, but we both wanted my pussy involved. I still had underwear on, and I could feel him unable to decide whether he wanted to push his fingers inside or rub my clit.

He settled on two fingers inside, sliding in and out of my now soaking pussy. And this is the position we maintained. Him sitting there, his cock in my mouth, while I lay across the sofa on my front, being finger banged from behind.

It was surprisingly effective. I rocked forward and back to get the most from his fingers, and used the rhythm for his cock on my mouth.

The rhythm had sped up, and I wasn't sure who was going to finish first. I was ready to soak my panties, but he beat me to it.

I've had a lot of guys come in my mouth, but this was another level. He pushed my head down hard onto him, as he thrust his hips forward as his cock disappeared down my throat. He held it there for what felt like 9 or 10 heavy pumps, deep from his balls. It felt like he was giving me every drop of cum he'd ever produced.

At exactly the same time I pressed my pussy back onto his fingers and came with everything I had. It was a crazy feeling. Coming hard with a cock jammed down my throat.

I lifted my mouth off him and swallowed. Then I reached back to hold his fingers in me for another few seconds, before gently pulling them out of me.

We sat there for a while catching our breath and waiting for our bodies to stop shaking. He put himself back in his boxers, and moved my panties back into place. Then we carried on watching the TV as if nothing had happened.

And nothing more did happen. Well, at least until the following weekend...