FRIEND'S HUSBAND FUCKS ME AFTER I HAVE A SPAT WITH MY HUSBAND - Sex Stories

FRIEND'S HUSBAND FUCKS ME AFTER I HAVE A SPAT WITH MY HUSBAND

... to help us get through it.

After graduation, we were ecstatic when both of us landed jobs near Dallas. We ended up living on opposite sides of town... about 40 minutes away from each other... but managed to get together for a “girl’s night out”, or a weekend jaunt, a few times every year... usually at Tracy’s place, or at a swanky resort somewhere out of town. Our visits became less frequent as we began focusing on our own lives, but we loved our periodic trysts, and our doors were open to each other whenever one of us needed a break, or a moment of comfort during our busy lives.

I ended up marrying Drew... my boyfriend from college.... about 2 years after we graduated. Tracy dated around for a few years, then met Chris at the gym where she worked out. They got married a little over 3 years later, and moved into a new house very close to Tracy’s old one on the other side of Dallas.

We didn’t really socialize with our husbands... in fact, the only time I met Chris was at their wedding. He seemed like a nice enough guy... he was big, well-built, and handsome, and I could definitely see what Tracy saw in him. From what Tracy told me whenever we had our “girl’s events”, they seemed to be very happy together.... although she said he was a bit of a horndog and, with a sly grin, added that he had the biggest dick she’d ever had inside her. Of course, whenever she’d slip this comment into our conversation, we’d laugh... clink our glasses... and drink a toast to Chris’ big ...

... cock.

For the most part, Drew and I had a good marriage, with typical ups and downs. But after about 8 years together, we were having more and more arguments about Drew being too busy for “us”. We didn’t have any kids and, between business trips, golfing, fishing, and working late, we were spending less and less time together.... my frustration had been growing for a while, and.... damn it, I was only in my early thirties, and I needed some attention!

One Friday evening in mid-July, Drew and I had another huge argument about his plans for a fishing trip that weekend after having worked late every night during the week. I was furious and felt abandoned. After 30 minutes of raised voices and his feeble attempts at justification, I stomped up the stairs to the bedroom in a huff. I called Tracy, and asked her if I could come to her place.... of course she said “yes”.... so I packed some clothes and stormed out of the house.

I found Tracy’s new house using GPS, and melted into her warm embrace as soon as I stepped through the front door. She said that Chris was out with ‘the boys’ that night, and wouldn’t be home until well after midnight, so we had the place to ourselves. We sat in the living room, sharing a bottle of Merlot, while I laid out my complaints about Drew’s lack of attention. Tracy listened quietly as I lamented and whined.... my make-up smeared and running down my cheeks.... and hugged me into her chest for comfort.

When I was finally finished, she said, ...