This happened a month ago. We’d just finished a long hike and ended up at a mutual friend’s house for dinner and drinks. Everyone was relaxed, a little sun-tired, and the wine was flowing. At some point Chris casually mentioned that his wife hasn’t given him a blowjob in four or five years. He said it’s his absolute favorite thing, but she finds it gross and likes the control of denying him.
I felt my face heat up. Chris is honestly really handsome, and I’m a complete blowjob slut. The thought of him going that long without one made my mouth water.
Fast forward, When he went inside for more beer, I made an excuse and followed him. I found him in the kitchen, cornered him against the counter, and without a word started rubbing the front of his jeans. He got hard instantly under my hand.
I pulled him into the small storage room just off the kitchen, shut the door, and dropped to my knees on the dusty floor. I yanked his jeans and boxers down, took his thick cock out, and wrapped my lips around it. I sucked him slow at first, swirling my tongue under the head, then deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat. He groaned quietly and threaded his fingers into my hair. I looked up at him while I worked, spit running down my chin, and gave him the wettest, neediest head I could. He came in less than two minutes, pulsing hard across my tongue. I swallowed every drop, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and walked back out like nothing happened.
He texted me the next morning. We set up another meet. That evening he offered me a ride home after we all left the friend’s place. I got in his car. Two streets later he pulled into a dark parking lot. I didn’t even wait for him to ask. I leaned over the center console, unzipped him, and took his cock back into my mouth. This time I went slower, savoring it, bobbing my head while he gripped the steering wheel and tried to stay quiet. When he came I swallowed again, licked him clean, and sat back up like it was the most normal thing in the world.
That’s basically our whole arrangement now. A couple times a week I meet him somewhere quick on his way home from work or while he’s “running an errand.” I suck him off and leave. We never fuck. We never kiss. He never touches me. Just my mouth on his cock.
I don’t need anything back from him. I get plenty of dick elsewhere. But knowing I’m the one giving him what his wife refuses turns me on so much that the second I get home and touch myself I come almost instantly.
Am I a terrible friend? Yeah.
Do I care? Not even a little..
