This is a reposted story for our friends under our new member name. Steve, a friend who lived in my neighborhood once asked me to fulfill a fantasy for his wife, Michelle, because her birthday was the following week. I had been divorced about a year, and was single, but Michelle knew me very well, and I was the only friend Michelle would agree to allow Steve to tiddy bar hop with. They were a VERY straight-laced couple, very preppy and very refined. Michelle is one of those preppy women that everybody fantasies about but never really gets even a flirt from. She had a terrific body, but never wore anything revealing.

One Friday night Steve and I were tiddy bar hopping. He wanted to tell me a secret. I said OK. He said after a few wines at dinner recently he was telling Michelle about a new girl at work and how he was attracted to her.

He said he thought the girl was wearing enticing clothing for him and bending over to give him a peek down her tops.

In the mist of their confessions, Michelle admitted that she was very attracted to me, that she intentionally wore her sexiest revealing clothes around me. He said Michelle told him if they were not married, "I would be playing his soft place off". My heart skipped a beat with that comment.

We were out visiting titty bars, so I was really horny, and combined with that I was drunk enough to remove all of my normal inhibitions.

At the end of that discussion he also showed me a picture of her that he had taken the year before in the Bahamas.

She was wearing a tiny thong bathing suit topless, and she was laying on her back so you could see the outline of her soft edges on her wet thong bottom. He could see I drooled so he handed me the pic and just grinned.

Over and over that night he kept asking me if I would fulfill a fantasy for her for her birthday, and I kept saying YES but he would never explain what he wanted me to do. At two thirty AM we pulled up in front of their house where my car was parked. He said he was going to his parents house about ten miles away, which we had actually passed earlier, and he would tell them he had drank too much to drive the rest of the way home, so he would stay the night. I remember looking at him in a totally puzzled way as he gave me his house keys that he detached from his car keys.

He said, you promised to fulfill Michelle's fantasy, "are you ready, now is the time." I stammered Ok.

He told me to go into his house, get naked and crawl into bed with Michelle for the birthday surprise.

He said Michelle was a heavy sleeper, and slept in the nude. He said "Before she wakes up, roll her over on her back, pick up her leg so that you are in the sissors position, and slide your length into her private part and start playing.

Once she starts playing there is no stopping, so you will be on your own from that point.

The sissors is her favorite position.

" Shocked, I said are you sure you are ok with this, REALLY? He smiled and said he was positive. I was scared to death, but I was so horny it overcame my fears.

I entered their house with my heart and hard pounding. The circumstances made it more erotic than ever. I undressed in the downstairs bath, and then went to the master bedroom with a raging hard on. I crawled into bed and moved against Michelle, attemptng to roll her over onto her back. Michelle woke and could feel my hard length on her back, so she reached around and grabbed it.

She then realized that it was not his length because my 7 12 in is much larger than him, and I am not circumcised. Michelle screamed to the top of her lungs and jumped out of bed, AND so did I.

Michelle flipped on the light and we are now standing naked looking at each other. She keeps looking at my hard length then up at my face as she talks loudly, almost screaming, asking what I am doing.

I stammered out the story, and told her Steve had planned this as a birthday surprise for her.

Michelle screamed profanity about her husband, but kept staring directly at my length, not my face. When I walked toward her she moved away still staring at my hard length that stuck straight out like a coat hook, but gradually I got closer. Finally Michelle was in the corner, panicked, and yelled "Get the hell out of here!" several times while looking straight down at my length. At this point I wanted to just calm her and leave, and I was scared as hell. I had no idea how to reach Steve, and I was afraid that Michelle would call the cops and have me arrested.

Without thinking straight, it was then that I moved in against her gently pinning her to the wall, with my hands on her arms just above her elbows trying to keep her from running away, wanting to calm her down, telling her I would leave if she would just calm down.

Michelle kept staring at my length, not looking me in the eyes.

But in our movements unintentionally my hard length poked hard against her just below her navel and Michelle changed instantly. She got quiet, she looked up at me with fire in her eyes even though her body actions at this point became passive. She stopped talking and moving. We just stared at each other, her arms to her side, my hands on her arms just below her shoulders, and the tip of my hard 7 inch length now gently resting against her body. It seemed like we stood there for hours. Finally, Michelle's breathing got real heavy, to the point of heaving, and I suddenly realized her initial anger had gone, and that now she was really turned on. I stroked her face gently with my left hand, and with my right I reached down and slowly guided her hand to my length. At first her hand was limp around my length, but then she started grasping it and moving her hand up and down to feel the length of the hardness. I moved my hand from her face to her nipples and they felt as though they were going to burst. As I touched her nipple, her breathing got heavier.

I kissed her gently on the lips several times, and while at first Michelle hardly moved her lips, she suddenly let go and we french kissed. As we released from the kiss I bend down to suck on her large erect left nipple, and she whispered "oh god, oh god, oh god" as her body jerked several times. As her jerking stopped, her hand tighened around my length, pulling me to the bed using it like a leash.

As she pulled me onto the bed I was on top, and she guided my length straight toward her very very wet softness. I was so hot to have her that I did not slow down, and I sank my length full depth into her softness with a hard lunge. She moaned so loud I was certain the neighbors would hear her.

Very loudly, she kept saying things like, Play me. Oh God. Yes, Please play me. Play me. Play me." Her softness was so hot and tight that I could feel the heat on my length as it sank to the bottom. Her softness sort of grabbed my length when I reached bottom, and I could feel the entire wall of her softness against my length. When I started jerking with a huge orgasm, she kept whispering loudly, begging "Please dont take it out. don't take it out.....

" Her voice trailed down to a moan. And when I started shooting into her she whispered "Oh God YES YES YES YES. After I shot that first load of cum deep into her softness, we rested and played again and again.

As we relaxed at one point, we had a very heartfelt chat. It turns out Steve's length was only about four and a half inches in length and small around, and that he had been the only guy Michelle had ever had sex with up to that point.

Marge told me that once she had seen my length and realized how much bigger it was than Steve's, she really wanted my length in her softness as soon as possible, but that her natural instincts got in her way. She said she had stood pinned against the wall praying that I would not leave like I said I was going to do.

She said the minute my length touched her body, she had an orgasm. In her normal upity prunish manner, she said that "finally, wanting that beautiful length in my softness immediately overcame any reluctance I had about the situation." Sort of under her breath, she also said that maybe we should have used a condom since tomorrow would be her most fertile day of the month.

read part 2 She then moved over to tickle my length to erection again. She especially liked me to play her doggie style so I could get full depth into her softness. When we played she was very loud. When we stopped the smile on her face was unreal. Somewhere around 4am we were cuddling and she asked if I had ever had sex outside. I said yes.

She said let's go and pulled me into their back yard. The neighbour behind them had a clear view of SteveMichelle's house through a large open green lawn, so I kept telling her that the neighbors might see us. She said "It's just a couple of guys who share that house, I often fantasize that they watch me through my bedroom window. Maybe they are watching now." She just glanced at me with this naughty smile.

She walked to the middle of the yard on the grass, fell onto her back pulling me on top, and said "play me now, please." She pulled her legs up against her tits to give me clear access so that I could go full depth. Her now sloppy softness made gushing sounds with every deep stroke, and using cum that ran down the crack of her soft place, I was able to play her soft place with my thumb as my length when in and out.

She was quiet as I played her this time except for long very erotic moans. Exhausted, I was soon cumming again deep inside her. That was the forth time that I had cum that night, a new record for me. We may have had three hours of sleep, and about 8 am Saturday, I dressed as she slept soundly, and I left Steve's keys on the kitchen table. I was totally drained, and dragged myself home to my apartment to sleep for at least twelve hours. My length actually was sore for two days. Steve said he got home around noon that Saturday. He said Michelle was in a really fantastic mood, but very quiet around him.

He said that I might find this strange, but he never mentioned the night to Michelle and Michelle never mentioned it to him. He told me that every time we had gone out together for the last several months, he had though about arranging this surprise for her and that he masturbated thinking about it often.

I told him the truth about the night, and he asked me to repeat it at least twenty times, asking detailed questions. Over and over I told him this story in explicit detail. After that night Michelle was really friendly with me, but not overly.

Of course, oddly Marge began encouraging Steve to go out bar hopping with me. There was never any mention of repeating that night, and I was too bashful to ask.

Months later Michelle told me that she is sure that when he and I were out and I told him the story, he would rush home from the bar to play her brains out. She said she encouraged him to go out with me and would wait at home for him in anticipation.

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