The true story of how my husband saved my life with the best sex I’d ever had.puzzlebazaarbd
I met my husband, Mike, when we were both sophomores in high school. That’s not his name, of course, but it might as well be, considering he saved me; and of all things, he saved me with the most amazing sex he had ever had until the night we first got together.
I was the new girl in class, about to turn sixteen, and he was best friends with one of my classmates. He was in love with me too, but I didn’t know it. Back then, the classmate, Amos, as I’ll call him, was the only guy in school who knew for sure that he had a crush on me, and it drew my codependent ass to him like a moth to a flame. He asked me to go to Homecoming with only three days left until the dance, and I said yes, and we started dating the night of the dance.
Everything was fine for about four months, maybe five. We should have ended it before six months, but we didn’t, instead we carried on in the name of what we believed to be love.
Eventually, Amos raped me. So he hit me. Then he hit me again, then he raped me again. Still, I stayed, because he was sexnaked.mobi afraid of being alone. I had already made friends with his friends, and I didn’t want to lose them because I left him, so I ended up moving in with him and his family two weeks after I turned eighteen. I was given the garage that had been converted into a giant bedroom, with a TV, sofa, recliner, and bed all in the same space, trying to make up for the complete lack of natural light. We had been together for two years at that point, and the next six months were absolute hell. He made sure that he hated myself, doubted myself; he made sure that I was almost completely isolated from anyone who wanted me or could help me. He wanted to get out, but he didn’t know how the fuck to get out. He had made sure that he was my everything.
My only consolation was my best friend, Mike. Mike had an idea of what was going on between Amos and me. He had sometimes heard us fight, and he often confided things to him that my boyfriend was unaware of because he “didn’t want to hear me scold again.”
Unfortunately, being the therapist-friend meant that almost no one besides me controlled Mike. He fell into an intense depression and one night, after a particularly hard shift at work, he stopped by the house for solace.
Amos wasn’t home, but it wasn’t unusual for Mike to come over when it was just me home. Over time, although the three of us were still mutual best friends, Mike had grown closer to me as he had moved away from my boyfriend. We sat on the bed together, talked, and I hugged Mike through the worst of his confusion, and finally my boyfriend came home with our other friends, and they went out in the backyard to smoke pot together. I followed him, not wanting to smoke but also not wanting to be alone in the bedroom.
I don’t know when, exactly, I decided that what I was about to do would be okay. She had a boyfriend, but… she wasn’t happy. I knew he liked me, I knew he wanted me, and I thought I knew he was too respectful of his best friend to act on his feelings for me. No one had to know and I had done my duty to help Mike feel better emotionally. What was wrong with a little distraction?
Sitting next to him made it easier, thankfully. In the dim orange light of the backyard fire pit, I reached up and put my hand on Mike’s knee, snaking gently up his thigh. I felt him tense up, then relax. He didn’t stop me, and I knew he was sober enough and smart enough to stop me if he really didn’t want me to do this. With minutes feeling like seconds, I moved my hand more and more, constantly checking that we hadn’t been seen, and eventually, I made contact with the now hard bulge in his jeans.
He was huge.
Amos was only four inches tall, give or take. And he’d seen some friends’ dicks that were a good six inches, maybe seven. But Mike’s was big enough to make me jealous of his past girlfriends, even knowing he was a virgin. I suddenly got really mad at them, they had all gone to hell without even sucking him, and now that I knew he was packing, I couldn’t believe they’d turned down such a heavenly cock. Slowly, I began patting his throbbing erection, knowing the rest of the group was too stoned to care, or even notice. It only lasted a moment, I didn’t want to push my luck too hard, but the look we shared after I pulled my hand away told me neither of us could believe I’d just done that.
I stood up and apologized, and to my astonishment, he followed me. We headed to the bedroom, thankful we were the only two in the house, and that’s where things started to heat up.take a little
“So, that was…something,” she said quietly, watching me remove my thick sweatshirt and slip into a tank top and a lighter hoodie.
“Yes,” I whispered softly. “Yeah, I thought…I thought you’d like a distraction, after – er, after tonight.”
“Yes,” she replied. “Thank you, thank you for that. Yes.”
“Yeah.” Hell, she’d done malkward things, hadn’t she? Blushing, I tried to push past him to leave the room, and he blocked me.
He stepped to the side, right in my path, head tilted thoughtfully, his dark blond hair falling perfectly around sexpornvideos.pro his face. Hell, he was hot, but I shouldn’t be allowed to say that about my best friend, should I? I held my breath as he stood there, his presence suddenly that of an experienced Dominant who knew he had his Submissive right where he wanted her. My pussy was already wet from touching him, and I could feel my panties getting soaked as he silently debated what to say next. He was choosing his words very carefully, I could tell, and despite the sudden air of power, he barely made eye contact when he finally spoke: “Listen,” he said, “I don’t think I’m going to be here long.” more time. I barely have anything left. So… do you want to sit on my face?”
My heart almost stopped.
“Wh-what?” was all I could stutter, surprised.
“Can you hear me.” He shrugged, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. “Do you want to sit on my face?”
He could hardly breathe. Suddenly my heart was pounding so hard I was sure I could hear it, and my panties were completely soaked, my juices dripping down my inner thighs. “I…um…” Shit, he could barely speak. I wanted to say yes, I really did. I hadn’t had any action in weeks, and Amos never ate my pussy out; he said it was emasculating to sleep with a girl. I could be eaten here and now, and the thought of sneaking behind my abusive boyfriend’s back was honestly exciting. He’d done it once before, with a different man, and he had to admit that thinking of it less like cheating and more like revenge was exciting. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, I would like that.”
“Great,” he said decisively, and moved toward the bed.
“Woah, woah, not right now,” I said quickly, suddenly anxious. “Not with everyone still out there!”
Mike thought for a moment, just looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes, then he nodded and followed me back to the fire pit in the backyard.
All I could think about for the rest of the night was Mike’s proposal. I sat there pondering it for God knows how long, excited and nervous at the prospect of cheating again. Not a single thought was that I shouldn’t go through with it: I had decided that my idiot boyfriend deserved what he was about to do. He had made my life hell, and I deserved a little piece of heaven.
Finally, the group dissipated. All our friends went home, and my boyfriend went to bed, and it was just me and Mike in my room. He had put me in a short, thin nightgown that barely covered my body, and I had opted not to wear panties. Somehow, we ended up lying in bed together and I was shaking. It wasn’t cold, I was nervous. Mike knew it too, and his hand slid over my thigh as carefully as he could, testing where the limits were. I didn’t stop him, I didn’t want to stop him, but I was so damn nervous.
His touch was like the coldest ice and the hottest fire.
He had no qualms about reaching under my nightgown and letting a finger slide gently between my pussy lips, and I cursed myself for not shaving that day. He didn’t seem to care, not for the first time. His finger slid back and forth over my clit, feeling how warm and wet my pussy was. I knew I was the first to let him touch me, lick me, or fuck me, and thinking about it was both embarrassing and exciting. I couldn’t meet his eyes, instead I turned away and just enjoyed the feeling of being touched for the first time in weeks.
A knock on the door startled us both, and we broke apart as fast as we could, just a moment before my boyfriend’s sextubeclips.mobi mom walked in. “Hello, children,” she said sweetly. Too sweet. He hated her, sincerely, and the fake southern shit of hers. She was as toxic as her son. “Mike, you should get home early if you’re not going to spend the night. It’s three in the morning, it’ll be dark, and you’ll be tired.” We nodded, but she kept going, and I wasn’t sure she’d ever stop. “I know your house isn’t far, what is it, ten minutes? But it still won’t be fun to drive that at night, especially when you’re tired, okay? Okay, I’m going to bed guys.” , good night.”
Fucking finally. almost as soon asor she left and closed the door, her fingers on me again, this time with her middle finger dipping into my needy, dripping hole. Damn, she felt amazing. He was a taller guy, and her hands were perfectly masculine, her fingers long and deft. She curled her middle finger right into me, and I wasn’t quite sure how she knew to touch that spot, but I knew she felt fucking amazing. He started moving her finger in and out, adding another as she fucked my sweet pussy ever so slowly, and now I was holding back my moans, knowing my boyfriend was in the next room.
Mike stopped suddenly and I looked at him curiously. His face was fixed, as if he was thinking about something. he walked towards me and there was a glint of excitement in his eyes; then he turned away from me and lay down on the bed. “Fuck it,” he said as he regrouped, “sit on my face.”
Am I really about to do this? I asked myself, not sure if I was excited beyond belief or panicked to hell. The world around me blurred like a real life oil painting, and suddenly it was just me and Mike in the mass of colors. I was drunk? I was drugged? No, just excited when I lifted the skirt of my nightgown and mounted his face.
I could have come right then and there.
It didn’t take long anyway, but I allowed myself to enjoy what little my body could handle. Sex had never been about my pleasure, but Mike took his time with me, exploring my wet pussy with his tongue. I stared at him for a moment, using the hem of my skirt to cover the insecurities written on my face, and his perfect eyes gleamed at me with a prayer that I’d use his face as a sex toy. Shit, he would have, but my body was shaking so badly I didn’t think it was possible to move my hips like he wanted. Unfortunately, I was trapped where he was, trembling on his face as he pushed his tongue as far as he would go inside me, then trailed against my clit. I knew he’d watched face-sitting porn many times before this, and I felt he was putting everything he’d seen to good use.
I hardly trusted my first orgasm. It wasn’t normal for someone else to make me come, my boyfriend had never been able to, if he cared that much, and I wasn’t used to being this close to that edge without using my bare hands. But I couldn’t deny the knot in my stomach, growing tighter and tighter as Mike gently sucked on my clit. The words spilled out before she could stop them: “Fuck…fuck, Mike, I’m going to cum -“
Up to that point, it was one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had. My whole body jerked into Mike’s face, and my thighs trembled, and I had to bite my nightgown to keep from screaming. I was sure he had already drenched her face, and she probably wanted me to stop now, right? I had gotten mine, so why did he go ahead?
My thighs trembled on either side of his head, and I nearly collapsed on top of him as another climax threatened me with screams of ecstasy. I fell forward sex-vids.mobi a bit, holding the hem of my nightgown between my teeth to keep quiet as he began to bite his tongue. He kept looking at me with those perfect blue eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to give him a show I’d never forget. I felt my clit throb against his tongue as I came again, gasping as he fought to keep me still. My boyfriend was right there in the other room, he would definitely hear us if he spoke louder than he was right now. But damn, Mike was making it difficult. Another crashed on top of me before I could think, electricity sizzling through my nether parts and he went right up my face as he closed his eyes and let me fall in bliss.
It took me a moment to stabilize and I knew we were already trying our luck; I needed to stop before I screamed with pleasure and gave us away. And if the way he still licked me through each orgasm was any indication, Mike wouldn’t have stopped unless I forced him to.
I dismounted gently from his face, breathing heavily, feeling dazed and confused all over. For a moment, I just watched him as he sat up and wiped his face. I expected him to beg me to let him fuck me. He would want something in return, wouldn’t he? But no, he just sat there in his own headspace, like he was still processing that it had really just happened.
I was the first to break the silence. “Um… do you… do you want me to suck you off?”
“I should return the favor.”
“I don’t care. I liked that.”
Well, it’s nice to know that he liked her, at least. My boyfriend had always said that it was a disgusting task in which no “manGlowing, still shaking, I looked down and felt myself blush at the bulge in his dark jeans. I wanted to know how big it was. We’d talked before and he told me it was about six and a half inches, but I wanted to see for myself. “At least let me jerk you off,” I said softly. I wanted so badly to touch him, and it was surprisingly out of character for me to want to do these things all of a sudden. Amazing what a proper orgasm and a little attention would take. they can do to a girl, right?
She thought about my offer for a moment, then nodded, leaning back against the head of the bed and unbuttoning her pants. I watched intently as she unbuttoned, unzipped, reached in, and pulled her length out into the open…
Damn, it was big.
Now, Amos wasn’t the only one she’d been with. He was the only guy she’d ever had sex with, but I’d blown a few others. I knew Amos was short and had been with a couple guys that were five or six inches tall. But Mike held seven inches easily, maybe eight, and I was suddenly very curious about how he would feel inside me. I maintained my composure, hHowever, knowing that it would be dangerous to tempt the fates more than we had done so far. So instead of fucking him then and there like I was desperately wanting, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft, my breath catching in my throat as I felt it throbbing in my palm.
It was thick enough that I could barely close my hand around it, but I started moving my hand up and down its length anyway, watching in fascination videoxxxporn.pro as a drop of pre-cum appeared at its tip, and her eyes closed when her head was tilted back. to enjoy my attention. He lightly bit his lower lip as he rubbed my thumb gently over the head of his penis, using the goo to lubricate my hand as he continued to stroke it. Damn, I’ve never seen such a big dick in real life, and it was making my pussy wet by the second. The sweet mess left by his tongue was still very much there, and I was sure my juices would be dripping down my inner thighs by now, but I was so focused on his perfect cock that I didn’t even care about the mess I made. .
I was never sure how long it lasted. He must have been nervous from before, and it felt like hours as I sat there stroking his thick, throbbing cock, but it must have only been a few minutes. Either way, I was so in love that it seemed too soon. His erection trembled in my hand, and I heard him let out a breath that he must have been holding in for a while, followed by a harsh moan that made me want to swallow the load he was about to give me. He muttered, “Fuck,” under his breath, and suddenly his hips jerked a little, and he was coming into my hand. His cum spilled from his tip in an endless, tempting stream that made my jaw drop at the sight of it. He would have reached between my legs and rubbed me to another orgasm just watching him, if he had snapped out of my trance. But I was completely obsessed with him, and the sight, the sound, and the feeling of him coming from my measly wank.
When he finished we cleaned up and he muttered something about how “we shouldn’t have done that”. He was right, of course, I had just cheated on my boyfriend with our best friend, but there was a twinkle in his eye that told me he was thinking the exact same thing I was. We shouldn’t have, no, but Jesus Christ, we’re glad we did.
Of course, we never told anyone about that night. We barely talked about it with each other. At least I was grateful that there wasn’t a sudden tension between us, and that Mike was still my best friend.
But life at home with Amos was still hard, and one time with Mike turned into another, and another. Suddenly, we were best friends with benefits, sneaking behind my idiot boyfriend’s back to have our little fun times together. As Mike visited him more frequently, he found out more and more about the boy he had been friends with since high school, and they began to grow apart. Mike told me later that he knew he was in love when he started coming for me, instead of Amos, and I knew I was falling in love too, but we didn’t say anything for a while, knowing it would only complicate things.
So for the next two months, every time he came over, we would find a way to have a quick little connection. Amos would go to the bathroom wikiporn.mobi and we would spend time making out on the bed before he came back. The idiot fell asleep andI n his recliner once while we were hanging out, and I let Mike lick my pussy right there on the bed, five feet behind the fat bastard. We even used to call each other after everyone had gone to bed and often called each other on the phone before we went to sleep, if we slept at all.
I don’t remember how things escalated the way they did.
One night in particular, I got into another fight with Amos while Mike was visiting, and I ran to my room while the boys stayed in the living room, resigned to stretching out on the couches and watching TV until they felt tired. As soon as I slammed the door and fell on the bed, crying, my phone lit up. It was a message from Mike: Are you okay? I can go if you want.
Shit, no, I didn’t want him to leave. Everything but that. It was probably the only thing stopping Amos from going after me and hitting me again. I sobbed softly and texted him: No, stay. Please. Me – Fuck, did I dare? I don’t know what happened to me, but I finished the text and hit send before he could hesitate. – I need you.
The text changed from Delivered to Read and stayed that way for a few moments. Then another text came: It’s okay. Can I come and see how you are?
I sighed, wishing that I could, but I knew better. Not now, he’ll think something’s wrong with us. Maybe just wait until he goes to bed.
Another moment or two, then another ding. Well.
Finally able to steady myself, I sat up and wiped away my tears. Fuck it, Amos. He was a jerk. Mike clearly appreciated me more than my own fucking boyfriend, so fuck it, he’d give him something else to appreciate, something else on the long list of things Amos refused to ever appreciate. Taking a deep breath, I looked to make sure the door was closed, then stripped and wrapped myself in my blanket, sitting on the couch to wait for Mike.
It felt like hours before Amos fell asleep. I felt my heart skip a beat when I heard a knock on my door, and I called out a weak “Come in,” my voice hoarse from not speaking since I cried earlier.
Mike walked in and I felt my stomach turn with excitement at the sight of his handsome figure at the door. He closed the door and came to sit next to me on the couch. “Are you OK?” he asked softly. I nodded, leaning into him, grateful that he’d never been afraid to hug me or snuggle with me. That was part of how he knew she was in love: despite being naked under the blanket and wanting to suck him like she had a couple of times in the last few months, I was happy to be here and enjoy his presence.
But shit, he made me horny.
He was hot enough that just being next to him would make me wet, and the thought of another connection made me tremble with excitement. Foreplay was a blur: I remember standing xmovies.mobi up “just to stretch” and letting the blanket fall into a puddle of soft fabric around my ankles, reveling in the way his eyes went wide at my naked form. . He had seen my tits and licked my pussy countless times, but he had never seen me fully naked and he was clearly in awe. It was even more exciting, plus a huge ego boost for someone who hated his body as much as I did. We lay there on the couch for a while, our hands running over each other’s body as his tongue slipped between my lips, trying to keep our little moans quiet so no one in the house would hear us. He was floating above me now, his shirt pulled onto the bed, and I managed to get his penis out into the open so I could stroke it. He was rock hard, and I wondered how long he’d been like this, since he saw me naked, maybe, or before? Did the mere thought of us fucking make him as needy as it did me? Once again, the thrill of doing this while my boyfriend was in the other room was exhilarating, knowing that he could walk in and find us at any moment and knowing that this was the sweetest revenge I could ever exact on him.
Tonight, however, was very different. Maybe it was because he was naked this time. Maybe it was because we were that horny. Maybe it was just the natural progression of our sexual relationship. Whatever it is, anyone could argue that we definitely took it too far last night, and we both loved it. He started with me watching him during a rare break in our little kiss, breathing low and heavy as he stroked his cock. “Do you want to try just the tip?”
He chuckled breathlessly, head tilted as he allowed himself to enjoy my hand on his erection. “You and I both know it won’t be, fuck it won’t just be the tip.”
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, my fucking heart almost ready to beat out of my chest. “I’m fine with that,” I whispered, and he smiled at me.Or, that damn smile that made me fall in love with both him and his perfect cock.
We rearranged so that I lay on the couch with him right between my legs, my inner thighs gleaming wet in the dim light from the TV. She knew that Mike hadn’t been with any girls up to that point, so she wasn’t expecting much at first, she was just excited to feel it. We decided he wouldn’t need a condom if he was just going to feel it for a moment and then withdraw, so with both bodies shaking, he lined up with my dripping cunt. The first few strokes missed the mark, but it still felt amazing to have his thick cock sliding back and forth over my pussy. With each gentle thrust, his head bumped against my clit before his shaft slid over it and then dragged him down to send shivers through my body. Finally, his tip broke through my entrance, and for half a second, we just stood there, savoring each other’s feeling.
Then he pushed some more.
The sensation of being stretched by the first few inches of his penis was unlike anything she had felt there. He was already bigger than my piece of shit boyfriend, and he still had so much more to give. I gasped as he pressed in a little deeper, looking up at him to see his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth open on a silent moan. I was the first pussy he’d ever fucked, and feeling him inside me had eradicated any sense of logic, any idea of “we shouldn’t be doing this,” in favor of just wanting him to fuck me. I pressed my hips against his, gently, sliding a little more of him into my waiting hole, and he responded with a moan and another inch. Jesus Christ, he didn’t even have toys that big. By the time he was buried to the hilt inside me, I was sure his tip was right against my cervix, and the sensation made me wonder what it would feel like to let him come inside me. I knew it was risky, but Damn, what I wouldn’t give to let him come right then and there.
He pulled out almost all the way, then pushed again, then repeated the action, moving agonizingly slow. I hated him for being so gentle when all he suddenly wanted was for me to be beaten until I couldn’t think straight, but I loved him for letting us both drown in the sheer ecstasy of every sensation. Fuck, was I really having sex with my best friend? Yes, and it was absolutely euphoric.
He had enough self-control to stop himself, pulling himself out and saying something about a condom; I was never sure exactly what he had said, as his voice sounded far away as my mind was still reeling, but I knew that he had probably said that he wanted to put one on if we were going to continue. I nodded and we made our way to the bed, where I sat on the edge and admired him as he unwrapped the little circle of gum. His cock xmoviesporn.pro was dripping with pre-cum and the juices of my own vagina, and I couldn’t help but reach up and grab his shaft again, stroking it while my eyes remained fixed on the wonderful specimen in front of me. Before he knew what he was doing, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, and he moaned in pleasure, letting one hand tangle in my hair as he sucked on it.
He must have been overstimulated at the time, because all too soon, his penis twitched against my tongue, and suddenly he was coming right down my throat, and as much as I loved making him feel this good, I was angry that he’d let me. . too ahead of things. He’d been here before with Amos: Mike was about to throw away the condom and put his clothes back on, and give me a quick “thank you” or “that was fun” before walking straight out that door and leaving me alone. .
She really needed to learn that Mike wasn’t like that.
His cock was still hard when I pulled away, and he smiled as he slipped the condom on and nodded at the bed. “Lie down,” he said quietly.
“What – you haven’t finished?”
“Did you get off?”
“Well… no, but-“
“Then I’m not done. Lie back.” My heart skipped a beat as he spoke. There was that little touch of command that I loved so much, that cold edge to his voice that said he knew he was in charge, knew he had me wrapped around his finger. Silently, I moved back on the bed and spread my legs for him, and he crawled on top of me. Other times his cock slid back and forth over my pussy, then he pushed inside me, this time as deep as he could go, not caring to go slow. I gasped, and the first steady thrusts made me moan too loud. His response was to press even deeper against me, threatening to plunge right into my womb, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at me. “Shut up, baby,” he breathed, and I had to cover my mouth with one hand to muffle the noises.obscene words that could have given us away.
Each thrust was unadulterated bliss. Her cock was hitting spots inside me I didn’t even know existed, and she took everything I had left to keep me as calm as possible. I couldn’t stop the occasional little moan here and there, not with his cock hitting my cervix every time he fucked me, but I managed not to betray us. He was amazing for a virgin, fucking me at just the right pace and with just enough force to send me reeling with pleasure. The world around us seemed to dissolve: now it was just the two of us and it felt amazing. I could feel my walls stretch out around him, throbbing as I moved closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. I was already wanting to cum for him. I had gotten used to this feeling when I was with him: the tight knot that formed in my lower belly, the way every nerve seemed to contract under my skin as he continually touched that ever-sensitive little bundle of nerves inside me. …
The knot in my belly suddenly came loose, and my toes curled as I came. I didn’t scream, thankfully, but I let out a soft gasp that made him fuck me a little harder, like he liked the noise and wanted to hear more. I was perfectly in tune with my body, listening to every sound and watching every movement to see exactly what felt right and what didn’t. He was working tirelessly to make sure I had the xnxxfap.pro time of my fucking life, and my God, did he ever succeed. I wrapped my arms around him and let myself disappear into the sensation of him, concentrating on how I could feel every vein in his shaft, then the way his muscles rippled under my hands with each thrust, then the way his body it fit perfectly on top. mine. One of my hands moved to intertwine with his soft blond hair, and I had to bury my face in his shoulder when he gave me a particularly hard shove, causing the bed to creak a little with the force. Damn, he was going to be the death of me.
The third climax came almost right after the second, my pussy shuddering around him as he fought to keep me quiet. He was definitely having too much fun making me moan like that, damn close to giving us away. The whole damn house, but he’d be lying if he said I didn’t like him that much. I had never felt so cared for, so taken care of-he had already achieved his, and his mission now was to make me come over and over again.
However, he was getting tired, I could tell. I later found out that we had been fucking for almost two hours, although it never really felt like that. He was my first contact with sex for pleasure, sex for pleasure, instead of having sex with the goal of orgasm in mind. My pussy was almost completely spent, too: he was sore and sore, but he was still wet and needy, wanting to have him inside me for as long as we could take. He was fucking me harder now, faster, pounding me like never before, and I was in absolute heaven. For the last time, every muscle in my body began to tense and my breath hitched as he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. Just a few more thrusts of that perfect long, thick cock, and suddenly I was seeing stars behind my eyes as a flood of ecstasy lit every nerve on fire. He caught me throughout the wave, his hips slowing as I eased down from my height. I felt like I was floating, and the only thing that grounded me was his body collapsing on top of mine.
He pulled away from me, tossing the used condom aside somewhere, and for a moment we just stood there. I liked the feel of his weight on top of me, and my hands moved absently to trace lines up and down his bare back. He was strMikey intimate, and I had to blink back tears as I realized that I had never experienced proper aftercare before. I even caught myself thinking, shit, I might actually be in love.
The only thing that separated us was the sound of the door that led to my little garage-slash-bedroom.
We were lucky that there were two gates. One in the kitchen, which leads to the laundry room, and then another from the laundry room to the garage, where xnxxhq.proI had just taken my best friend’s virginity behind my boyfriend’s back. I heard the kitchen door before Mike did, and we scrambled to get our bearings as best we could. I didn’t have time to get dressed, so I dragged a blanket over my naked figure and pretended that I was sleeping. Mike scrambled to his feet, pulling on his shirt and pulling up his pants just a second before Amos walked through the garage door.
“What’s going on?” Amos’s voice came in a daze fromthe door. Shit, we must have woken him up.
However, Mike was smart. “Fuck, I spilled some water and came here looking for a towel. He got in my fucking pants.”
Amos murmured a soft, “Oh…okay. She’s naked though.”
“Yeah, you mentioned that she sleeps naked. I didn’t see anything, so I thought she would be fine.”
Footsteps, then the door closed, then silence. I waited a moment before looking through my lashes to check that the shoreline was clear. Mike and Amos had left the room, and I was alone with my cunt aching and my heart pounding at the risk of almost getting caught. Hell, we had been caught. Mike was smart enough to trick the foolish bastard while he was still half asleep.
It wasn’t long after that that Amos and I finally parted ways. Barely a week had passed and I had told him that I had fallen in love with Ángel, and I made the decision to leave. Unfortunately, during the process of moving out, I was taken advantage of a few more times before I was truly free. But Mike made it all better in the end, and claiming him as my new boyfriend was a bliss I didn’t think I’d ever feel again. The cold sense of revenge he had on my ex was immensely satisfying, and we both agreed that he didn’t have to know for us to feel good about it. Had cheating been wrong? Of course. But when he cheated on someone who was such an abusive jerk, did it matter? Not in my eyes, not in Mike’s. Mike was everything I ever wanted in a man, and we ended up getting married; he is sitting next to me as i finish this story. And you know what?
He’s only gotten better at fucking me absolutely senseless.
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