Roommates and Old Friends (Closed)

[salty_sailor]

Roommates and Old Friends (Closed, for lonelycollegegirl)

You lay awake, as you do every night it seems, in our spare bedroom where you have been living since losing your job last fall. And like you do every night you listen to me and my wife--your old college buddy-- fucking in the next room, her calling out and moaning loudly in the height of her pleasure and orgasm. You massage your pussy and finger your clit, gasping quietly in your own realm of pleasure. After a while, the sounds die away as does your own enjoyment of the moment and you slowly stop your ministrations.
Unable to sleep afterwards, I get up and not thinking I head to the kitchen naked. There I pour myself a scotch and head back to the livingroom where I drop onto the couch and pick up the magazine I had been reading earlier in the evening, sipping at my drink.
Soon I look up to notice you standing in the door to your room, leading your shoulder and head against the jam, wearing your robe. Our eyes meet momentarily before yours wander down my naked body. Taking a few steps you bend down in front of me, offering a brief but excellent view of your braless cleavage as you take my glass. Then in one smooth motion you stand upright and tip back the glass, swallowing the last of the drink in one gulp.

 

[lonelycollegegirl]

Amber Wallace
27 years old. Wavy brown hair, mid back length, hazel eyes.


This night, unlike the others, had been more erotic then ever before. They'd tried something different tonight; I could tell by her moans. They were different, more intense than usual. I touched myself intently, rubbing my clit in fast rough circles while I slipped two finger inside my wet hole. I moaned out loud with her, thrusting my fingers in motion with his moans, imaging he was thrusting into me instead of my fingers.

It'd been about a month since Amy and ____ had allowed me into their home. Amy had been a very close friend of mine throughout college, and while we both attended grad school we grew very close. Of course with her marriage to __ and my marriage to my job, we'd grown apart, but we always kept in touch. That didn't make it any easier for me to ask her for help when I'd ran out of other options. My company had went bankrupt and the hundreds of people working there had lost their job. I'd spent weeks trying to find something else and letting the bills pile up until my landlord had finally told me enough was enough. Not having any family in the city, Amy was the only person I could think of who'd be willing to help me.

Without hesitation they'd welcomed me into their home, given me a room and anything I needed to feel comfortable. That's why I felt so horrible about the fantasies I was having. Since I first laid eyes on ___ I knew it wouldn't be easy to keep my distance. He was extremely good looking, Amy had lucked out, and hearing him make love to her every night did wonders for her libido. She didn't know if they knew how loud they were, but she sure as hell wasn't going to ask them to quiet down.

I'd tried innocent flirting, it was just in my nature, but ___ always seemed to be a bit uncomfortable. I figured subtlety wouldn't work, and I'd have to be more upfront with my desires. No doubt he would need some convincing, but I was determined to work at it.

A part of me felt guilty for doing this to my friend, but I couldn't help it. Once I had my mind set on something I had to have it. That night, after bringing myself to an orgasm I heard ___ get out of bed. I listened to his footsteps go into the living room, and decided to go for it while I had the chance. I slipped on my robe, loosely tied, and headed to the living room, where he was sitting on the couch. To my surprise, he was naked, and by the look on his face he was very surprised to see me.

"Hey ___" I said with a sexy smile, throwing back the rest of his drink. I know he got a good look at my breasts before I sat down on the couch next to him. "Quite a show you put on tonight," I said just above a whisper, wondering what kind of reaction he'd have.

 

[salty_sailor]

I found myself somewhat dumbfounded. Had she purposefully just flashed me? Not that I am complaining any---she is a stunning woman after all---and somewhat reminiscent of my wife in many regards. My mind began to wander.... And just as quickly, I shook those kinds of thoughts out from my head.

I fumbled clumsily for one of the throw pillows close to hand, and placed it strategically over my crotch.

She had been rather flirtatious, and I had tried hard to ignore her advances towards. Her overtures seemed innocent enough, but there was a certain sensuality to her that was hard to ignore. I would be lying to himself if I said I hadn't imagined her in one of a hundred scenarios...usually ones ending with her on top so to speak. But... I have to keep in mind how lucky a man I am...I have a gorgeous wife: sexy, erotic, athletic, proud and intelligent, with an appropriate lack of inhibition that I greatly appreciate.

In fact, I had gone so far as to admit such to my loving and supportive wife. She had said, in the thoughtful and ever patient way of hers that it was only natural. She had explained in her logical manner that it was simply the proximity of her that was stirring these desires. “If you are suddenly living with someone,” she had said, “it was totally natural to find attraction to them. In your case,” she said,” I was also responding heavily to the damsel in distress scenario that my mind couldn't help but play out. “

There were of course the sultry glances, the innocently hooded and downcast eyes that locked on mine for just a moment longer than was absolutely necessary. My most wonderful wife had let it be carried a step further. While drinking my morning coffee...I loved watching their morning routine; strutting around the house, doing yoga together, massaging each other in sweet and subtle ways. I loved watching their asses jiggle just the right amount in tights or lacy boy shorts... And the thing was that they let me! I started to fantasize that perhaps they had been carrying on a steamy affair behind my back...that on some wonderful day, I would come home early from work to find them in an entangled embrace.

And then she sprung a surprise on me...she wanted me to call her Amber while in bed. I could hardly believe it. My wife, was actually encouraging these thoughts! And I couldn't help but think had Amber heard us? Now I began feeling self conscious. She hadn't heard me calling out her name, had she? I couldn't possibly have been that loud. Not even in my heights of orgasm.

“Um, thank you. I think?” The words stumbled somewhat dumbly out of my mouth as she settled onto the couch next to me. How was I supposed to respond to such an obvious advance? And what would Amy think about all this? Certainly she would awaken to even hushed voices coming from the living room.
“We didn't disturb you, did we? What can I say? I just can't help myself sometimes...I know what it is that she wants, and the way she asks for it, I just can't help but give it to her.”


Christian, age 30. Blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular.