Friends Suck
Copyright© 2025 by Naughty Sarah
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - A happily married young woman who teaches a dance class meets another woman and quickly becomes enraptured with her. They become good friends, and, soon thereafter, lovers. It's a wonderful journey and exploration of sapphic love with plenty of erotic interludes of the heterosexual variety too! Will Sasha and Emma's husband hook up too? Read and find out! :-)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Group Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
“Hey, you definitely are going to get me busted for lewdness or indecent exposure.”
“Can’t leave you exposed, I guess,” she agreed -- and began stuffing as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage.
Jake groaned as his wife’s head bobbed between his abdomen and the steering while. Emma sucked happily, her mouth filled with his expanding meat and her tongue busily exploring all the wonderfully familiar nooks and veins she had come to know and love. She was moist under her evening dress. She’d suddenly gotten the impulse to suck her husband’s cock right there, in the restaurant, a la “Shampoo.” For some reason she could not fathom, the urge, the craving, was just there and undeniable. She’d squirmed and fidgeted during the main course, the sorbet, the deserts and coffees. She’d fairly trembled with the urge walking to and then past his old apartment and she’d been unable to sit still during the short ferry ride across the Hudson. The heat and solidity of his pulsing cockhead was exactly what she’d salivated for all evening.
She didn’t want him to cum -- not yet -- and she knew him so well she was able to keep him just ... below ... the threshold for the fifteen minutes it took to drive to their home.
But when the car was in the driveway, the lights and engine off, the gear in PARK, Emma turned her head sideways in his lap and murmured, “Come on, honey -- gimme gimme gimme GIMME!” She jammed her face back over his cock, taking him to the back of her throat. She sucked hard and slow and let her tongue wriggle against the underside of his big cock. She felt him twitch and she moaned pitifully.
That did it. Jake let out a soft whimper of surrender and his dick erupted. Emma squirmed and pulled her head back, gulping noisily and sucking just the glans and a little bit of the massive shaft. He spasmed again and this time he flooded her mouth with his hot, beloved semen. She sucked sloppily, knowing how much that aroused him and bobbed her head slightly. His caress on her cheek sent a shiver of love and lust through her. She moaned again as a third geyser shot into her mouth, and began moving her head up and down hungrily, coaxing a fourth, fifth and sixth welcome splattering.
She licked and sucked his dick clean before relinquishing it, then gently stuffed the half-hard length of him back into his trousers. She looked up and saw Jake leaning his head back to rest on the neck support of the seat. He tilted his face forward and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her hard and sticking his tongue into her mouth. She loved feeling him swirling his tongue around in the mixture of her saliva and the residue of his sperm.
“Baby, you make me so hot!” she breathed into his mouth. “I wanted to do that right after the pate.”
He grinned. “I know. I can tell when that’s what you’re craving. You get this particular look on your face and start getting very, very restless.”
“Oh?”
“And you only get the urge when we’re someplace where it is absolutely impossible -- or unwise -- to indulge it.”
“Remember ‘Shampoo’?”
“Do I remind you of Warren Beatty?”
“Yccch. What I liked was the brazenness of it. Not to mention Julie Christie. Or was it Goldie Hawn? Whichever. Which reminds me. Let’s go in the house.”
He sighed in resignation. “You’re sure about this? No last-minute doubts?”
She kissed him quickly on the lips. “Let’s get inside.”
“O-kaaaay.” They disentangled and exited the car, then stood in the driveway for a moment, looking at each other across the roof of the car. Jake cleared his throat. “Bravely go I forth to meet my fate.”
“Your fate.” She snorted. “I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.”
He grinned at her and they entered their home. The only light was in the kitchen, which Emma had switched on before they’d left. “Hmmmm. Looks like your fate hasn’t arrived yet,” she said, removing her coat. Jake took hers and hung it next to his in the foyer closet. Emma was wearing her drop-dead jet-black Armani sheath, the one with the spaghetti straps across her shoulders. It molded itself to her every lovely curve. She could feel her husband’s gaze on her as she walked gracefully into the kitchen, the high heels stretching her legs, her pert ass twitching under the fabric.