Friends With Benefits

by Redhot 363236

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Workplace, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Two coworkers fulfill a long time fantasy

Jamie and Diane had worked together for nine years. There had always been a little sexual tension between them, but she was married and he had a girl friend, so it was more flirtatious fun than smoldering passion. Little did she know that was about to change...

One day, they were standing around talking during a break in the action, and she told him how much her shoulders hurt. Jamie mentioned that he'd had some training as a healer and offered to see what he could do.

Expecting some kind of massage therapy, Diane agreed to let him try, and turned her back to him as he held his palms close together in a way she had seen him do several times before.

"Just relax," he said, as she felt his strong hands begin massaging her shoulders, working out the kinks, but there was more to it...

As he held his hands just barely touching her shoulder, she felt a warm tingling sensation spreading out from where his hands were. It was a very relaxing feeling; but when he moved up to her neck, it felt like a jolt of electricity going through her body. He was just barely rubbing her neck, but his tingling fingers were touching all the right spots; making her gasp with barely concealed pleasure as her body reacted to his gentle touch.

Her knees buckled slightly and her hardening nipples strained against her bra as the tingling warmth moved down her spine to reach her rapidly moistening slit. It felt so good, and she couldn't help wondering if he knew how much he was turning her on. The tingling intensified as he continued working on her neck, and the passion she felt intensified with it.

It felt so good on the back of her neck, she started to wonder how it would feel if he were doing the same to her swollen clit. She tried to put that thought out of her mind, reminding herself that she was a married woman, but her mind wasn't the only thing reacting ... Her shoulder felt better, but this wasn't about sore shoulders anymore, her loins were on fire like they hadn't been in years and she was about to have a mind-blowing orgasm right there in front of everybody.

Jamie stopped just before the sensation had reached the point of no return and

leaned over her shoulder, the feeling of his hot breath tickling her ear sending yet another shiver down her spine as he asked if she felt any better.

She was almost completely out of breath, but managed to find enough to say, "Yes. Thank you.".

"God, if he only knew how good I feel right now," she thought, her head spinning with lustful thoughts. Her whole body was trembling with desire, and her pussy was incredibly wet and throbbing wildly.

She stood there for a moment watching him walk away, then ran upstairs to the restroom where she fingered herself to a shuddering orgasm while thoughts of herself being bent over the toilet and pounded from behind floated through her mind.

Despite her efforts to keep herself busy that evening, doing chores around the house and cooking dinner, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about what happened earlier. She could still feel her friend's fingers gently rubbing just the right spots on the back of her neck, driving her into a sexual frenzy like nothing she'd ever experienced before and she was getting more and more turned-on as the evening wore on.

While she had always liked the biker type and had entertained a few fantasies about him before, she had never seriously considered the prospect cheating on her husband. The problem was that this incident had ignited those smoldering fantasies into white-hot desire and she just couldn't get the thought out of her head that she probably would have jumped his bones right then and there, if they had been in a place where she could have.

Later that night, she stood in the shower, letting the hot water to cascade over her face and down onto her shoulders, washing away the stress of the day. Picking up a bar of soap, she began washing herself. Her hands glided over her smooth skin: under her arms, across her chest and over her breasts. She grasped with pleasure as her hands passed over her nipples, sending a delicious tingle through her body. She was already turned on, and closing her eyes, she allowed the fantasy to wash over her just as the water was.

She imagined Jamie in the shower with her, kissing her all over her body as he explored the soft curves she offered for his pleasure. Her hands stood in for his as she imagined them sliding down over the soft flare of her hips, then around to caress her soft buns as their lips met in a long passionate kiss.

As the kiss with her imaginary lover ended, her hands went to her soft breasts as she imagined him gently caressing them. Her fingers stroked and squeezed her already hard nipples as she imagined his hungry mouth licking and sucking them, gasping as small shivers of pleasure shot through her body.

Her hand moved down to her dripping mound, cupping it gently as her fingers slowly circled her hardening clit, losing herself in the fantasy as she imagined that it was his tongue that was driving her to the edge of ecstasy. The gentle massage of the water on her swollen clit combined with the gentle stroking of her fingers to drive her to a point of arousal she had never experienced before, each stroke of her fingers over her clit making her gasp and jump, her body was tingling all over as she made love to herself, gasping with every wave of pleasure that went through her; and for every touch that she offered herself, her body craved more.

Leaning up against the wall, she began moving her fingers faster, reaching up to caress her breast with her free hand as she slid two, then three, fingers deep into her slit, imagining that Jamie was pushing her up against the wall and sliding the stiff pole of his manhood into secret places only Gerald had touched. Her breath became short and labored as she began to pump her fingers frantically in and out of her dripping slit as she imagined it was Jamie's thick cock deep inside her, his hands holding her hips as he rammed into her again and again.

As she felt her body starting to tense, signaling that her orgasm was building, she ground her hot mound against the flat of her hand, her thrusting fingers moving faster and faster as her other hand squeezed her breast as she surrendered herself completely to the burning need within her.

Breathing harder, she went over the edge, her mouth opening in a silent scream and her entire body shaking like a leaf as her senses exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm, setting every nerve in her body alight with the sweet bliss of climax. And all through her orgasm, Jamie was there in her mind, holding her safe and warm as she shook in his arms.

Diane's breath came out in short ragged gasps as her orgasm finally began its slow decent; returning her to the real world where she found herself, once again, alone in the shower.

As she was drying off after her shower, she stood nude in front of the mirror, wistfully wondering if Jamie would really want to make love to her if she offered him the chance. After twenty years of marriage and three children, her curves were a little softer and fuller than they used to be and her breasts sagged a little, but they were still firm and full, with long pink nipples that stood out proudly, begging to be sucked and fondled.

"Well, maybe I'm not Cheryl Tiegs," she thought to herself with a smile, "but I think I still look pretty good for my age." As her eyes moved lower, they fell upon the flaxen patch of hair between her thighs, and she wondered lustfully if he'd ever had a "real" blonde.

That night, she put on her sexiest black nightie and did her best to interest her husband in quenching the fire in her loins; but as usual, he was indifferent to her sexual desires and was soon snoring beside her.

She rolled over in frustration and soon drifted off into a fitful sleep, where she had a vivid dream about an unseen lover crawling up under the sheets of her bed in the middle of the night. Seemingly unconcerned about the fact her husband lay sleeping less than a foot away from them, he crawled up between her legs and teased her with his hands and his tongue until she begged for more. More than happy to oblige, he slipped off her panties and impaled her on the stiff rod of his manhood, his deep thrusts pounding her mercilessly until her cries of passion drowned out the sound of Gerald's snoring a few feet away.

When she woke up in the morning, her whole body was tingling with passion. Her panties were still in place, confirming that it had been just a dream; but the fact that both her panties and the sheets were soaked with her juices attested to just how intense the dream had been.

As she sat drinking her coffee, she kept thinking about how much she missed the nights of wild passion, and started to wonder if there was a possibility of actually fulfilling her fantasy.

She loved her husband, so she wasn't looking for somebody to ride off into the sunset with, but over the years, they had gone from a young couple in love to being a 40-something married couple. Life was good, it was comfortable, but the excitement had faded away and with it, the sex had become less and less frequent until it, too, faded away altogether; leaving her with needs that weren't being satisfied. Part of her knew how reckless the thought was, but she still wondered if the potential rewards might be worth the risks

Later that morning, she and Jamie were standing by her work bench, talking like they did every morning while they waited for the buzzer to sound. It was the usual morning small talk, but once again, she found herself unable to resist her imagination. She was fighting the lustful thoughts in her head, but still couldn't help but wonder if he would really want to help her with her "problem". Sure, they both knew the other wasn't getting any sex at home, and Jamie had playfully remarked that maybe they should help each other out some time; but neither had ever taken it too seriously. It was all in fun, she assured herself ... Or was it?

As she stood there struggling with her thoughts, Jamie broke in, saying, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"You haven't put your safety glasses on."

Noting the opportunity, she gave him something of an evil grin as she asked, "Do you look me over every morning?"

With a sly smile, Jamie said, "Oh ... I'll never tell."

Smiling back, "Is that good or bad?"

"Hmmm..." he said with a slightly evil tone, "let's just say you've been the star of a few hot day dreams."

"Oh really... ?!?" She asked, feigning shock.

"Yeah ... Really," he answered with an evil grin that made her heart skip a beat.

With this revelation, a whole herd of butterflies hatched in her stomach as she realized that he just might want it as bad as she did, so it didn't have to be just a harmless fantasy that was never going to happen if she didn't want it to be. And it was a pleasant thought: They had always been comfortable together and he had become a good friend over the years, so she trusted him to keep quiet about whatever pleasures they did end up sharing.

"So..." she said slowly, exploring the possibilities further, "If we were hanging out together sometime ... and our clothes were to just sort of... "accidentally" ... fall off... ?"

"Hmmm ... You never know what might happen next. Could be fun, though ... At any rate, I promise not to complain."

Breathing hard, she contemplated the possibilities before them. She wanted this so bad, and her throbbing clit wasn't concerned about infidelity or about what other people thought. It demanded satisfaction and if Gerald wasn't interested in giving it to her, maybe Jamie would be.

"Well, I need to go get something," she said as she slipped past him, pretending not to notice as she "accidentally" brushed her breasts against his arm on the way by.

The rest of the day, she could barely focus on doing her job as her head swirled with lustful thoughts about how much she wanted to help him fulfill one of those hot day dreams.

"But how would I do it?" she thought to herself in a free moment, "I have about three hours before Gerald comes home; and getting Jamie to stop by the house after

work, because I want to talk to him about something in private, isn't a problem ... we've done it before.

The problem is how to go about it from there. Granted, neither of us has any plans of going anywhere, so it's much more about "friend with benefits" than it is about romance, but we've been throwing little remarks around for years, so short of stripping for him, would he even take it seriously if I offered it to him?"

The day passed quickly and soon Diane found herself waiting nervously for Jamie to stop by, the raw excitement of what she was planning struggling against the guilt as the debate raged in her head about whether she really wanted to do this.

On one hand, she had never done anything like this before; in fact, while she wasn't a virgin bride, she had never been intimate with anyone but Gerald.

On the other hand, her arousal had strapped her into a runaway train of desire, and she had spent all day daydreaming about how much she wanted him to make love to her, to fulfill both of their dreams.

She still wasn't sure she really wanted to go though with it, but couldn't help thinking that this might be just the release they both needed.

Just then, she jumped a little as her little fantasy world was shattered by a knock on the door.

Jamie sat on the couch, seemingly unaware of the passionate plans she had for him, and after the usual small talk, he asked what it was she wanted to talk to him about.

Nervously, she asked, "What was it you did to me last yesterday?"

"It's called Reiki. It's a Japanese healing technique I learned a couple years ago. Did it help?"

"Oh, it made my shoulder feel better, but it did more than that..." Taking a deep breath, she added, "I don't know what you did, but it turned me on like I haven't been in years."

Smiling wickedly, he asked "So you and Gerald had a wild night last night?"

"Oh, I had a pretty wild night, alright..." she said, dejectedly, "but only the guy in my dreams. I can't remember the last time Gerald has touched me."

Not missing a beat, Jamie commented, "Well, let me know if you need something a little more memorable."

"Hmmm ... That sounds inviting..." feeling the excitement building within her. "Do you think you could handle it if I offered you the chance?"

"Hmmm ... No problem. But then, you realize you would be spoiled for life ... No mere mortal would ever satisfy you again."

"Yeah, right!! Maybe we should find out. Hmm??"

"Bring it on, baby. If I thought you were serious, I'd rip your clothes off right here and now."

She still wasn't sure whether or not he was really serious about wanting to make love to her, or just playing along with the game, but she was very turned on after a day of flirting and teasing and was eager to find out. The whole day had been building up to this point and while the stakes were high, the potential rewards were even higher. She felt so slutty, and yet so alive, savoring the return of her sexual being, after being deprived for so long.

Moving to stand in front of him, she hesitated for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. Having made up her mind, she pulled her t-shirt over her head; revealing her lacy black bra as she let her shirt drop to the floor.

Standing in front of him with her hands on her hips, "Do I look serious now?" she demanded in a mock serious tone.

"Oh, I don't know..." he said, matching her mock serious tone. "Keep going and I'll let you know."

Rolling her eyes playfully, "Yeah right, Jamie!! I think you just want to see my boobs."

"Oh, I've never denied that."

That was all the encouragement she needed. With her inhibitions melting away in an all-consuming flame of passion, she climbed onto the couch, kneeling in his lap.

"You want it?" she said as she slipped her hands behind his head, "here it is," as she leaned forward, burying his face in her soft cleavage.

Seizing the invitation, he began licking up and down her soft crease, probing down inside her bra until his tongue just touched her hard nipple, causing her to moan with pleasure.

After a few minutes of this, she pulled his head back up to face hers. Kissing him gently, she said softly, "I know what you want, now what's in it for me?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I can come up with something you'll like," he said as he grabbed her buns, pulling her closer, where she could feel the growing bulge in his jeans. As their lips met for a long passionate kiss, he started gently caressing her back with both hands, savoring the feel of her soft skin before reaching up to undo her bra. Once the strap came loose, she leaned back a little so he could slip it off her arms and toss it aside.

Pulling off his t-shirt, she rubbed her hands over his hairy chest; then leaned back with her hands on his knees behind her, giving him easy access to her bare breasts. She trembled with pleasure as his hands cupped and massaged them before pulling her closer, so he could lift both of them to his mouth.

He began circling one hard nipple with his tongue while he pulled and twisted the other between his fingers; then he switched sides, making her moan with passion. Then he opened his mouth wide to suck as much of her soft flesh as he could into his mouth while flicking his tongue over her nipples, making them even harder.

The sensation was incredible, and when it became too much for her to bear, she slid off his lap and took his hand, leading him off to the bedroom. Once there, they embraced passionately and shared a long, breath-stealing kiss while his hands roamed freely over her back and her butt.

When the kiss ended, she looked up at him and whispered, "You know what I want, Jamie."

He gave her an evil grin and said, "Show me how bad you want it."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she undid his pants and dropped them around his ankles, her heart beating faster when she saw the growing tent in her friend's underwear.

"Looks like somebody wants to come out and play," she remarked; watching his reaction as she gently, teasingly, traced her fingertips up and down the bulge in his shorts.

Sliding off the bed, she knelt in front of him as her hands grasped the elastic waist band and pulled it outward and then slowly, almost teasingly, pulled his underwear up and over his hardness, and down his legs to join his jeans around his ankles.

A rush of excitement filled her mind when she saw his seven-inch member spring free from the confines of his shorts and bob in the air in front of her. It wasn't quite as big as it had been in her fantasies, she thought with a smile, but the thickness was impressive and it looked like it would be more than enough to dowse the fire in her loins.

Licking her lips with anticipation, she ran her fingers up and down the bottom of his hard shaft before looking up to ask, "Hmmm ... Is that hard-on for me?"

"What do you think, Diane?"

Continuing to gently stroke up and down the shaft with her finger tips, she answered, "I think it's time to pay you back for all the years you have teased me."

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