My husband Tom and I became good friends with Sam and his wife Bonnie the first time we met. We spent many weekends traveling and socializing with him and his wife, Bonnie.
After one dinner out, the four of us were near the five story office building he was developing in the final stages of completion. We stopped in for an impromptu tour. His wife took Tom off in a separate direction to show him some of the views of the evening city she liked.
Sam and I eventually found ourselves on the middle third floor in an area destined to be the new offices for his development company. He was excited to share the result of his endeavor with me.
It was not unusual for us to be alone with each other’s spouses. We were all comfortable in our group of four. Sam and I forever flirted with each other when we socialized but it was never anything serious. As attracted as we were to each other we were happily married and we respected our boundaries. Besides, Bonnie was my good friend.
That evening though, Sam was particularly attentive to me. Perhaps emboldened by the cocktails and wine over dinner and his excitement over sharing his project he was saying very flattering things to me. He told me how nice it was that I remained a “regular girl” even though I always appeared so “regally beautiful”. The terms landed sweetly. He even used the term “hot” to describe his impression of me the very first time we met.
It surely wasn’t the first time we flirted so his compliments glanced off me with little reaction, but strung together they were having an effect. I felt a tingling and realized my panties were growing wet before it dawned on me that, this time, he might actually be trying to seduce me. The thought excited me, but I certainly didn’t want to show it.
I grew quiet and unresponsive as we continued the tour, conflicted by the effect Sam’s compliments were having on me and the fact that we were all such close friends. I calmly listened as he told me about the project and kept up his not-so-subtle flirtation.
A few minutes later we entered the glass-walled corner room that was to be his own office. “Wow,” I said, “This is big!” I was hoping to divert the attention from me to the project. Painting was half done and the flooring was left to be installed.
“Check this out,” he said delightedly, as held open a door towards the rear of the wall on the right.
“Your executive bathroom?”
“Yup.”
“A shower?”
“For the days I bike to the office.”
I don’t think he expected me to walk into the center of the small bathroom, but when I paused he flicked on the light. I knew he entered behind me. When I heard the door click shut I turned to find myself face to face with him.
My lips softened into a relaxed smile, slightly parted expecting him to kiss me, exactly what at least a part of me wanted more than anything else right then.
He didn’t disappoint. Years of our mutual infatuation suddenly foamed over. We were immediately ravenous for each other.
He pulled me tight against him with one hand on my ass. I could already feel his erection as his other hand reached my breast over my clothes and his fingers clutched into a pleasant squeeze as we kissed.
I backed away enough to reach between us and grip the fabric of his trousers around a formidable hardness.
Impetuously I sank to my knees, without a care about the dust on the floor, and in mere moments had my lips around his thick straight cock. Impressive in size, from what I knew at least bigger than average, bigger than Tom’s for sure. More importantly, it was gorgeous and hard and there was something about his smell that wowed me, something I will never forget. I’d read about pheromone attraction but I never actually believed it was a thing. Another moment and the spongy purple head hit the constriction of my throat.