Before we were married, before we were even dating, Alicia and I were rabid fuck buddies. She was, quite frankly, obsessed with my dick game. And I was obsessed with her. The chemistry was off the charts; we would sometimes fuck four or five times a day. We’d routinely use our lunch breaks to meet up for a quickie and return to work after, stinking of sex.
At the time, I lived in a house with my landlord, Billy, who was also my roommate. Billy was a six foot tall admitted virgin: awkward, antisocial and had a dweeby personality. We were cordial with one another, but we didn’t vibe as friends or hang out.
One night Billy was out of town and I had the place to myself. After a night out partying, I brought Alicia back to my place. Instead of going to my bedroom, we indulged in a filthy marathon fuck session in the living room.
I buried my face between her legs, tonguing down her sweet pussy until she suffocated me between her thighs, depriving me of oxygen while she happily came on my face. Then she would slither down to her knees so she could kiss, fondle and suck my dick as sloppily as possible. Then we’d fuck, sweaty and rough in the nighttime summer heat.
I’d rail her over Billy’s sofa cushions, squeezing and groping her ass, and then pump my cum on her tight, toned tummy. Moments later we’d be fucking again — I don’t know what it was about her, maybe because she was so hot and aggressive and sexual, but my hard on always came back.
We fucked and drank and smoked and talked and then fucked again for literal hours that night, into the wee hours of the morning.
It was 3am when I heard the front door unlock. Alicia was riding me, slow and passionate, her nude body slick with sweat, her nipples perky and hard, and I was gripping her ass red, my thumb teasing her crack. At this point, both sofas in the living room were rank with sweat and cum, and the house reeked of sex and marijuana.
I didn’t expect Billy to come home that night. But he walked right through the door and froze when he saw us.
Alicia let out a cry of surprise and embarassment. She instinctively climbed off my cock, and tried to cover her bare tits and shaved pussy with her hands. Even in the dim light, I could see her body flushed red.
I stayed sitting bare-assed on the sofa, my fat, engorged cock hard, slick and visibly creamy with Alicia’s juices. I was only mildly apologetic.
“Whoa! Didn’t realize you’d be back, dude! Sorry.” I told Billy.
“I’m sorry, its OK, I should have texted.” Billy apologized, trying to avert his eyes in shame.
Alicia was still standing, bare ass nude in Billy’s living room. Her soaked lace black panties were lying on the carpet for Billy to see. I tried to smooth over the awkwardness.
“This is Alicia.” I introduced her.
“Hiii,” Alicia said. “I’m so sorry!”
“Its OK.” Billy rushed through the house, stepping over her panties and hid out in his room. After he left, Alicia climbed back in my lap, still blushing red in embarassment but giggling.
I apologized to her and told her that I didnt know my roommate would walk in on us. She said it was OK, that it wasn’t the first time this had happened. I asked Alicia if she wanted to retire to my room, but in no time she was stroking my cock, and shoving it back inside her. She was even more soaked than before, and I realized she was turned on.
“Holy shit,” I whispered in her ear. “You liked that didn’t you?”
Alicia moaned. My hands clenched her ass cheeks and pulled them apart.
“You fucking dirty slut. You wanted my roommate to see you?”
I gave her light, playful spank. She clawed at my back and rode me hard. You could hear the squelching of our sweaty, cum drenched bodies through the house. I felt Alicia getting close and decided to push her further. I whispered in her ear:
“Maybe I should loan you out to him. You can take his virginity and I can get a fucking discount on rent.”
That sent her over the edge. She didn’t bother trying to muffle her cries as she bucked and came on my shaft. Collapsing on my body in a heap, I stroked her hair and kissed her, before she finished me off by jerking me.
We were so exhausted after our fuck marathon that we barely bothered to clean up the wrecked living room.
But it was fun seeing Alicia and Billy reacquaint themselves the next morning. This time she was clothed, wearing her tight, black booty shorts and a risque crop top. Billy was a gracious host and cooked us pancakes, while Alicia playfully flirted with him.
The events of last night were left unsaid, but I could see the hungry looks he gave her whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. That memory will probably never leave his mind.