Joe and I had been married for a few years. He worked downtown but had a flexible hybrid schedule that allowed him to work from home anytime his client demands allowed it. Since COVID, my job had been entirely remote, which allowed me to get in daytime gym workouts and do some other things like laundry and household chores in between my journalism work assignments.
At thirty, I felt I kept myself in pretty good shape. Between yoga, cardio, and weights, I was probably in the best shape I’d been in my whole life. I could still wear clothes I’d been in during high school and at 5’8 and 120 pounds I still could pass for ten years younger than I actually was. Joe was a little shy of being seven years older than me, and consequently many of the friends we had that had started as Joe’s were also a bit older than me.
Our friend group was amazing, though. Everyone was very close and we all truly enjoyed spending time together. We had vacationed together, been to sporting events, and we frequently enjoyed some of the local pubs on weekends to hang out, unwind, drink and eat. One couple, Will and Amy, were part of that group. Will had been one of Joe’s best friends for years, dating back to a time they had worked together. Will now had his own political consulting business, and from the number of his clients who won elections, he seemed to do his job well. Amy was in finance, and like Joe, had to be in the office more often than not. Other friends in the group also tended to be professionals - we had a lawyer, a former army captain, an engineer, and a psychologist. To say that trivia night at the pub was not interesting was an understatement.
That Saturday night we had been at the pub since dinner time enjoying the company of our friends and a pickleball tournament that was being televised on an obscure sports channel. I was several beers and a couple of shots into the evening when I excused myself to go to the bathroom. This particular pub had a great bathroom set up. You walked down a dimly lit hallway and there were four individual unisex bathrooms that were immaculately maintained by the staff. Each one had a sit-down toilet, a urinal across the room on the other wall, and a spacious sink and vanity that frankly made me jealous every time I saw it.
I finished up and washed my hands. When I opened the door, Will was standing there.
“All yours,” I said.
“I hoped so,” he replied as he leaned in to kiss me.
I was probably more than a little drunk and certainly more than a little shocked, but I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back. His forward movement caused me to take a step or two back into the bathroom and Will closed and locked the door.
Our lips were glued together and our open mouths allowed our tongues to swirl and dance. I felt Will’s hand under my short summer dress. He was rubbing between my legs and his hand felt amazing on the silky underwear covering my pussy and clit. I moaned with excitement and our kissing and his hand action intensified. He moved us back another couple of steps and I found myself pinned between him and the vanity. I could feel the hardness in his jeans as he rubbed against me.
I quickly tugged his belt loose and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. His hard cock felt hot in my hand and now it was his turn to moan as I stroked it up and down. He felt about the same length and girth as my husband, but as I always say, there is only one accurate measure of a cock and I intended to take some measurements.
I dropped to my knees and swirled my tongue around the head of his member. I licked the precum that was starting to drip and then took him into my mouth. He tasted amazing between his precum and his natural musky scent. I bobbed my head up and down until I felt him touch the back of my throat. He and Joe were about the same size, but while Joe was bit thicker, Will was a bit longer. Will had his head thrown back and his hands were running through my hair as I kept swallowing his cock
He pulled his wet dick out of my mouth and helped me to my feet. He spun me around and bent me over the vanity as he pulled my underwear down. I felt the head of his cock rub up and down through my slit several times. I was already so wet that he slipped into my tight pussy fairly easily. I could see him in the mirror over the sink as he fucked me. Will was a handsome guy and he had a distinguished look about him. He took good care of himself and his blond hair and sparkling eyes were a bit of a contrast to Joe’s darker hair and hazel eyes.
Will slipped the straps on my dress down to expose my bare tits. I had always been a little self-conscious of them because I was much smaller than most women, but nobody had ever complained about them and Will was certainly enjoying my sensitive nipples as he stroked his cock in and out of my pussy. I was so incredibly turned on and it felt so good and so taboo at the same time. I was fucking my husband’s best friend in a bar bathroom. Watching Will’s face in the mirror made me want to cum on his cock. The whole scene was certainly getting me there.
I reached down between my legs and rubbed my clit. I could feel the wetness and Will’s hard meat sliding in and out of me. I was nearing my climax when he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
“Think about this tonight when you are fucking Joey,” he said. The thought of that pushed me right over the edge and I started cumming. My pussy throbbed and I grabbed the edge of the vanity. I felt Will’s erection start pumping and he buried his cock as deep in me as it would go. He gently put his hand into my hair and pulled my head back and kissed and nibbled my neck.
I was breathing hard like I’d run a marathon. He pulled his cock out of me and turned me around, kissing me passionately.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, Kelly,” he said as he pulled up his jeans and checked himself in the mirror.
“I didn’t realize it, but apparently I did too,” I said. I dabbed at my leaking pussy with some toilet paper and then pulled up my underwear. I looked in the mirror. I looked like I’d been ridden hard and put away wet… and both were true. I turned on the water and splashed my face and ran wet fingers through my hair.
“You good?” Will asked with his trademark smile.
I had just blown and fucked my husband’s hot friend in a bathroom. “I am excellent,” I said with a smile. I put my tongue in Will’s mouth one last time and then shooed him out the door. I needed just another minute or two to compose myself. I finally was able to walk back to the table on wobbly legs.
Joey put his arm around my waist. “That was a long trip to the bathroom,” he said.
“I bumped into a friend,” I said, not entirely untruthfully.
“Want to head home?” he asked.
I was still so horny and turned on I was absolutely ready. “Let’s,” I replied.
We both said goodbye to our friends, and the typical country farewell took place as we stood and talked to people we’d been with all evening. Hugs were exchanged with everyone. When I got to Will, he held me close for a second. “That was fucking hot,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes it was,” I agreed.
Joey and I waved goodbye and headed out to our car. My underwear was soaked with Will’s cum and my own juices, and right now all I could think about was getting more cock.
Joe started the car and we headed out of the parking lot for the fifteen-minute drive home.
“That was a fun night,” Joey said as he pulled out on the main road.
“You have no idea,” I said in my own inner monologue. I reach over and put my hand on Joey’s muscular thigh. Damn, he looked so cute in blue jeans and a casual shirt. We rode in silence for a minute.
I reached down and pressed the button on my seatbelt, releasing it.
“What are you doing?” Joey asked.
“You,” I said hungrily.
I turned in my seat and using both hands unfastened his belt and undid his jeans. All the activity with his pants had brought his cock to full attention and I was happy to free it from its constraints. I got up on my knees and leaned across the center console and sucked his cock deep into my mouth.
“Oh my God, Kelly! That feels amazing,” he said.
I took his cock out of my mouth for a second. “Don’t crash,” I said, “or it will be like that Robin Williams movie.”
To his credit, he kept his eyes on the road, one hand on my head as it bobbed up and down on his erect shaft, and a steady foot on the accelerator. As I sucked him, I mentally debated whether to make him cum in my mouth or save everything he had to offer for later. I knew from experience that Joey was good for two or three good orgasms, but tonight I was feeling a little greedy.
We pulled into the garage. “Let’s go inside,” I said breathlessly. I was so turned on I couldn’t even think straight.
We got out of the car and when I got to where Joey was standing by the front bumper, he kissed me. I knew he could taste his cock as his tongue roamed around inside my mouth. He scooped me up and carried me to the door. I fumbled around a bit and finally got it open. Joey almost tripped on the threshold, but to his credit he navigated well for the drinks he’d had this evening. He sat me on the kitchen counter, kissing me passionately the entire time. I felt his hands under my dress, and the dripping wet underwear was removed from my body.