My Friend’s Girlfriend Deep Throated Me in the Club

She continued working me into a frenzy, a combination of her saliva and my pre-cum covering her mouth and chin.

My wife and I have gone out on double dates together with my friend William and his girlfriend, Nancy; she was a gorgeous woman, there was no denying that. Every guy in our group was jealous of Will. Nancy had D-cup breasts and nice hips, though her thin figure was what made her body completely stunning. She had blonde curly hair and mesmerizing blue eyes. He was lucky to have her.

Will invited me to a night out with him and his girlfriend, when my wife was out of town for work. The first few hours passed by in a blur of drinking, dancing, and trying not to feel like the third wheel. Will was never a guy that could hold his drink so at some point he simply passed out on a sofa.

Nancy and I were a bit tipsy as well but we decided to just keep having some fun on the dance floor instead of dragging Will into a cab and leaving and so we did. We both chugged our drinks and Nancy pulled me onto the dance floor. Feeling the beat of the music, she was twirling around in circles around me as we both danced for a couple of songs.

I was getting into one of the songs when I felt a pinch on my ass, and rather than turn around to confront whoever it was, I put my hand behind me and grabbed Nancy’s hips.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do this,” I said close to her ear.

“Don’t be sorry, let’s dance,” she told me and smiled playfully.

She grabbed my shoulders and we danced to the rhythm. At some point, she started grinding her ass against me and knew exactly what to do to get an erection out of me. I was getting horny from the whole experience, but couldn’t help but think of Will, wondering if he was ok.

I was positive that she could feel my erection through my jeans, so I tried to turn her around. She suddenly turned to me as I grabbed her hips and planted her lips over mine. I pulled back slightly, trying to figure out what happened. Without a word, she leaned in again and I felt her warm lips part and the wetness of her tongue push against my lips.

I was so nervous about what might happen. She looked at me and smiled, and we kissed again but our mouths opened and her tongue slowly snaked into my mouth. I sucked on it and then returned the favor.

My arms wrapped around the small of her back and pulled her close. She let out a slight moan and our kiss became more passionate. She held my waist and I began to grind her pelvis into my ever-growing member. I was getting harder by the second. Our tongues intertwined and my breath quickened.

Nancy grabbed my hand and took me upstairs, toward the restrooms. Her skirt was riding high as she was trying to keep her balance, walking fast with her heels on and her pink thong was now exposed. As we got to the restrooms, she looked around nervously then pushed on the handicapped stall door, and it swung open.

“Get in here,” she said as she pushed me inside and locked the door behind us.

“Stop, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” I said trying to back out.

She looked at me, reached down, and began to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans, squatting as she pulled my pants and my boxer briefs down simultaneously. My fully erect dick was at her lips. She wrapped her hand around my girth and took the tip of my stiffening cock into her warm lips. I was stunned, I could barely believe what was happening, but at the same time was unable to deny how good it felt.

“Mmm,” she laughed after a minute, pausing, to look at my penis. “I didn’t imagine your cock to be this sweet.”

She grabbed my shaft tightly and sucked the head as if to illustrate the point. I leaned against the door and closed my eyes to fully enjoy this moment. I have always considered my wife as great at giving head, but what I was feeling now was on a higher level. Some of this may have been due to the risk and taboo nature of the experience, but her technique was also something to behold.

She slobbered with her tongue and lips down my shaft as she looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. She would occasionally take my balls one at a time into her mouth as she worked my foreskin up and down with her hand. When she sensed I was tensing up she would release my cock and then open wide before taking as much of my length as could fit deep into her throat.

Nancy continued working me into a frenzy, a combination of her saliva and my pre-cum covered her mouth and chin, my cock shimmered with the same juices, and just as I began that familiar tingling that announced an almighty flood was about to be released, she paused.

“Fuck my throat,” she commanded me. “Fuck it hard.”

She moved closer to me and opened wide, taking me inch-by-inch as far as possible down her throat. I steadied myself, then clasped my hands tightly behind her head and started pumping. Slowly at first, then quicker, and quicker. I was fucking her throat now, the feeling of the tightness around my cock was sublime. I kept pumping, not quite able to fathom how she was able to take it, but she continued squeezing my buttocks and digging her nails in them.

I let out a god-almighty moan as I came hard, pushing as deep into her throat as I could, shooting what felt like dozens of spurts of cum, down her throat and she greedily cleaned me up, licking every last drop of my semen as she squeezed it all out of me.

When I finally pulled out of her mouth, cum dripped onto her chin and down onto the floor. I wiped her lips with my thumb and she didn’t let me wipe on a paper towel, instead, she licked my thumb clean. We both looked at the sexy mess. Our heads were clearing.

“You clean the floor, while I freshen up a bit,” she smiled as she pulled her skirt back on, forgetting about her thong.

I pulled my underwear and jeans back on, grabbed some toilet paper, and wiped the floor. The restroom had the musky smell of sex all over it. She flushed the toilet, kissed me on the lips, and quickly walked out. I looked in the mirror, fixed what was left of my hair, washed my hands, and about 30 seconds later, emerged to find another couple waiting to get in. They giggled as I walked past them.

Everything was back to normal after we left the restroom. She was back to Will on the sofa, kissing and hugging him as he was slowly waking up. We hadn’t spoken about that night, ever again but Will and Nancy got married a couple of years later and the memory of what we shared was kept a secret.

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