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True Confession Friday #3

I Cream Of Jeannie

(TW::: mutual masturbation, public sex)

Many years ago, I had a friend named Jeannie. We were just friends, but she was into me, and I was into her. We were both dating other people, but neither one of us were happy with our partners. Still, for whatever reason, we didn't want to break it off to be together.

Jeannie and I were hanging out one day, and somehow we got to talking about how horny we both were. We even admitted to one another how we'd be going home to masturbate. To my utter surprise, Jeannie suggested that we masturbate together. Right there and then... in my truck.

I had never even contemplated doing something like that before,but it sounded so hot. I was more than game, to ride that ride.

It was daytime,and we happened to be in a coffee shop parking lot at the moment, certainly not the time or place to be doing what we were intending to do. We drove around for a while to find a secluded place where we could have some semblance of privacy.

Not too far away, there was a junk yard. We pulled in and parked amongst the wreckage and piles of junk vehicles. If anyone were to discover us it would only be a junkyard employee and probably wouldn't care very much.

We hopped into the back seat of my truck and got comfortable. We sort of looked at each other like "ok now what"?

Jeannie made the first move. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled out her tits. Big, beautiful, firm tits. Sexy, pink, perky nipples that she started to pinch and roll between her fingers. She smiled as she watched me eye her breasts.

In my pants, my dick was getting hard. This was so exciting for me. Gently, I rubbed it on the outside of my pants as Jeannie looked down and watched.

'Getting hard ?" she asked.

"Like a frozen aluminum baseball bat," I joked.

Jeannie giggled. "I can tell. Your bulge just doubled in size".

"Do you want me to take it out ?" I asked, looking into her eyes.

"Yesssssss." She squealed like a kid that was just offered candy.

I unbuttoned and unzipped. Sliding my pants and boxers only halfway down,because after all, we were in public, and may have to redress quickly. My cock sprang free. Standing up hard and erect. Already wet, with precum, the head glistened with wetness. Jeannie's eyes grew wide, as she saw my dick for the first time.

“Wow…who knew ?" She said in shock.

"Do you like ?" I asked as I started to stroke it slowly for her.

"Very much." She replied. "Is it bad, that I really want to suck it"?

"Is it worse that I want you to as well”? I laughed. "I would love that, and God knows I want those nipples in my mouth, but we both know where that would lead to....? Trouble".

Jeannie pouted a bit and then agreed. We had agreed to no contact and masturbation only. She would honor that agreement. Jeannie continued to pinch her nipples, occasionally raising her fingertips to her mouth to moisten them.

"Are you getting wet?" I asked.

"I'm sure that I am" she smiled.

" I think you better check" I suggested with a smile.

To which, Jeannie reached down and slid her pants and panties down, and completely off of her body. Not caring one bit if someone should happen to discover us, and we had to dress quickly. Once bottomless, Jeannie turned sidewards in the seat. Now facing me, she spread her legs wide to give me a full unobstructed view of her pretty, shaven pussy.

"Bravo" I cheered. But all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel... Taste.... And yes...even Fuck her sexy pussy.

Jeannie's fingers gently teased her lips. She was glistening also, which let me know how excited she was as well. Jeannie, laid back into a laying position, and placed her feet on my shoulders. She began to vigorously rub her clit. In fast circles. Taking her cue, I beat my cock faster and faster. I moved so that my cock was just inches away from her cunnie.

This was getting fun. I was loving it.

I wanted to just take her. Fuck the agreement. My mind was in full-on lust mode, and I really wanted to see what that pussy felt like. All I would have to do is fall forward and my cock would plunge right into her. "Oops sorry Sweetie, I slipped, and my cock accidently went inside of you". Looking down onto Jeannie's pretty face, eyes closed, and moaning in pleasure, I was fairly certain she would not mind. The temptation was incredible, Still, I resisted and refrained.

As Jeannie rubbed and fucked herself with two fingers, I could hear how wet her pussy was. As her fingers plunged in and drew out, her tight little pussy made wet sounds that sounded walking barefoot through mud. Squishy, slurping sounds. I could see her wetness leaking out of her.

I was so turned on and excited. This was so much better than I expected.

My hand and cock were now very wet with my own arousal. Using my own precum as lube, my hand felt so good sliding back and forth over my cock. It felt like I was getting head. If I closed my hand tighter around the shaft, it felt like a pussy. I struggled hard not to feel too good, and cum too quick. So I paced and edged myself. I was enjoying this far too much to ruin it by cumming too quickly.

Jeannie had no care about such things, she was multi orgasmic. She rifled through several powerful orgasms quickly. Each time cumming loudly and intensely.

One thing about Jeannie, she had incredible eyes. I was always mesmerized by them. I found myself looking into them as much as I was watching her fingers fuck her tight hole. At one point, I leaned forward and mounted her in the missionary position. I did not enter her, but now our faces were inches away from one another. So close, I could feel her heavy breathing on my face. It was all I could do not to kiss her and just plunge in.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing," she stammered between quickened breaths.

"No,I am a man of my word, and I'll stand by the agreement." I replied. "I'm just pushing the envelope a lil bit."

" Ooh, so daring. I like that” Jeannie giggled and went back to rubbing her clit in circles. As she did, her hand would occasionally graze the head of my cock. Each time she came in contact with me, I would let out an involuntary moan.

I too, would make incidental contact. Once or twice, the head of my cock pressed against her pussy lips and ended up just barely between her very wet lady lips. I may or may not have "accidentally" let my cock slide up and down between her lips and end up right at the entrance to her cunt. Each time this happened, Jeannie begged "Yessss. Jay....please Put it in".

I have to be honest, it took every ounce of my will power not to give in to her requests, but ultimately, I did not give into temptation. Somehow, it was just as fun to see how far we could take it before we broke. It was thrilling and exhilarating to push it to the brink. I wanted to, but yet I did not. I'm not sure why. Actually I do know, but I didn't know then. More on that to come…

Jeannie and I remained in that position for a long time. Jeannie had several more climaxes, but I had still not cum. But I was about to....

I had several close calls where I almost came, but I was able to stave off my climax. But now, I could feel a really intense and powerful orgasm coming.

"I am going to cum. Come with me. Jeannie," I whispered between panted breaths.

"I'm so close to another one" Jeannie grunted. "I want you to cum ON me. I want to feel it on my skin." she commanded.

Her words spurned me forward. That was exactly the encouragement and inspiration I needed. Her suggestion excited me so much, that almost immediately, I leapt to the point of no return. As I stroked quickly, I felt the cum make a hasty retreat, from my balls to the emergency exit. "I'm gonna cum," I groaned in pleasure. "Here I cum Jeannie,"

"Cum on baby" Jeannie pleaded, as her free hand reached up and took a hold of my cock. Her soft hand, tugged and twisted at my shaft. Jeannie jerked me firmly and steadily, as I got off. I exploded in several large ropes of cum, shooting from the tip of my cock to all over Jeannie's pussy. Covering and bathing her lady bits in my hot, creamy, jizz.

The feeling of my throbbing cock in her grasp, and my warm cum splashing all over her, sent Jeannie spiralling off into her own orgasm. She screamed my name and moaned loudly as she came. Jeannie's body bucked and shook violently, as she submitted to her most powerful orgasm yet. She came so hard… that she cried. Like real tears streaming down her cheeks. It took what seemed like forever, but eventually her breath returned. It was almost a minute before she came back to earth.

I leaned down and kissed her lips sweetly. We had never kissed before but it seemed like the thing to do. We didn't speak at first, just smiled and relished in the moment.

On the way to drop her off, Jeannie and I talked about how awesome our experience had been. We both admitted it was our most exciting sexual experience that didn't actually include sex. We liked it so much, that it became a regular experience between us. For a while it was even a DAILY experience. It was so hot and we enjoyed it so much, it became routine.

So...Did I ever have sex with Jeannie? The answer is Yes.

During one of our sessions, the feeling of arousal became so hot and passionate, that I simply could not resist. I just had to feel what Jeannie felt like on the inside. I got so into it, that I ended up sliding my cock into her, to her surprise and pleasure.

Sadly, the sex was terrible. Maybe the worst ever. We tried several times, before we both agreed that we weren't compatible sexually. We could never find a good rhythm or timing. It was just awkward, and nowhere near as hot or sexy as our masturbation was. I think a lot of what made it so hot was that we both wanted what we couldn't have.

And once we could, we didn't want it anymore.

Everyone has their own little kinks… It's just one of life's facts that most of us like to pretend doesn't exist.

I, on the other hand, well, I embrace my kinks.

So as I walked through the mall, I stopped to get a smoothie and sat near a couple of young ladies. Now when I say young, they were legal, don't get me wrong, but they were younger than I was.

I also chose them, before I chose my drink, because I noticed one of them was sobbing as she talked to her friend, and I am the curious type.

I sipped my drink slowly, listening to them. It was the standard fare: he dumped her for another girl, but it wasn't her fault… couldn't they still be friends… love of my life… blah, blah, blah.

That part I didn't care about. The part where she didn't know what to do next, that's where I could help her.

"I couldn't help but overhear… I hope you don't think I'm butting in… but I have a suggestion which might help you out."

She looked at me. She was cute in her flowery dress, and her doe eyes would have been cuter if she wasn't so bloodshot from crying so much.

"I don't mean to be rude, but you're not my type."

I smiled. She was already thinking about a hookup. That made my ask easier, although not with what she was thinking.

"No, no," I said, putting my hands up defensively. "I wasn't suggesting you try the other side, although I'm flattered you think someone like me could be with someone as cute as you."

She smiled, slightly disarmed by my statement.

"No, but I think you have the right idea. You need to get back out there. Try something new to get the old out of your system."

She smiled slightly. "I don't think I could."

"If I had the right guy for you, would you at least consider it?"

"What makes you know what type of guy I'd want?"

"Look, I've been through some bad breakups. You're not looking for Mr. Right. What you need is Mr Right Now… and the more wrong he is, the better he is to help you get over this bad experience."

"So, I should just find any ol' guy and have him bang me? Maybe a bad boy? I don't think that's smart."

"No, you need a guy with the experience, and the… shall we say, built-in talent that will help you forget about Mr. Wrong."

"And how do you find that? Mr. Big Dick dot com?"

"Well, I'm sure you could try that, but I had someone who might be closer. Someone who'd vouch for how good they can be when you need to get over a guy." I pulled out my phone and opened my photo gallery. I opened a hidden folder you had to know to search for and pulled up a photo.

"Want to see what forgetting your ex looks like?" I said, holding my phone to my chest.

"Okay," she said hesitantly.

I handed her my phone and watched her eyes widen. I could tell she was impressed already.

There was my husband, all six feet and 190 chiseled pounds of him, and he was sporting his best feature in my opinion, his nine-inch dick that was very proportional to his thickness.

What was better was I was holding the phone as his dick laid against my face, so you knew it wasn't a fake photo.

"Is this for real?"

I noticed she swiped, which I didn't say she could, but knew she would.

Her friend was looking too, and her mouth fell open.

"Let me tell you, he's as good with his tongue as he is with his disco stick… if you know what I mean?"

I could see that both girls were getting excited about him.

"Damn girl, you've got to try him out. I know I want to."

"You're married."

"So? Aren't you looking at what I am?"

I chuckled under my breath. He has that effect on women. I know he does it to me.

"So what's in it for you?"

"I have only one request." I paused because I know this is where a lot of people walk away… okay, some run away. "I want to be there to watch. I kind of get off on watching him."

I acted all shy, hoping they'd think I'd never done it before, or only maybe once. In reality, I've watched him with a dozen girls, some of them multiple times. I don't join in, I just want to watch.

"I… I couldn't…" said the sad girl, getting up to leave.

"I could," said her friend.

"Really?" the crying girl said.

"Hell, if that thing is real… I need to feel alive. To be taken…. And a no-frills… my husband doesn't have to find out… and you don't have one. So you should definitely try it out."

"What if he ruins me… you know, for normal guys?"

"I could use being ruined," the married girl said. "Besides, you go back. I know I did after having my first kid."

I just nodded. It's true, your body handles it just fine, but your mind will always remember. Not that I was going to say anything. That's why they come back, and they almost always do.

"We can't," the crying girl said, then left, taking her friend by the hand.

Oh well, I thought to myself. Most of the time I get a no, but I was hoping…

I went about my shopping and saw the two girls at another store. I didn't approach them, but I did acknowledge them with a slightly embarrassed smile.

As we moved through the racks, the married girl made herself to be near me. She slyly handed me a piece of paper. "If he's real, I have to try him out," she said. "Text me in an hour."

I smiled and nodded without looking at the paper. I knew what was on it.

I walked to another part of the store and set a timer.

Exactly an hour later I was texting her, and we set a meeting time.

She followed me home in her car and walked with me. I hadn't told my husband I was bringing someone home for him, so when I introduced him to Ellie, he was overly polite and asked if he should leave the two of us alone for some girl talk.

I responded by kissing him deeply and rubbing the front of his shorts. "What do you think?"

"Oh, really?"

I smiled and said maybe the two of them should get to know each other better. "By that, I mean, get naked and do what comes naturally."

Ellie blushed, but my husband stepped toward her and took her hands in his. As he held onto her hands, and leaned in and kissed her.

"I'm not looking for anything here. Just sex. Okay?"

"I can do just sex," my husband said to her. "How much time do you have?"

"Aren't you cocky?"

"Well, yes… but I also want to know how much foreplay you should get."

"I have an hour at most," she said, as he undid her top and then slid it off her shoulders.

"I wasn't expecting this today… I'm not..."

"You're fine," he said. "And if you don't like your outfit, we can just take it the rest of the way off," he continued, as he continued to undress her.

"But what about you? I have to know if it's really that big."

He undid his pants and let them fall. He then pulled off his boxers and exposed his snake.

"It's bigger in real life," she whispered to herself.

I moved to my favorite chair and sat down. I was going to enjoy this show, and it started with her trying to hold the beast, then suck on it as my husband took off his shirt. He knows how much I love to look at his naked body as he pleases another woman.

I sat cock-eyed in the chair and watched as he pinned her legs up over his shoulder, plowing deep inside of her.

I listened to every whimper of her needy little voice as he thrust into her. I was so wet. I wanted to touch myself, but I don't dare with a first-timer. That would come later, I hoped.

Until then, I just burned the image of my husband holding her legs up over his shoulders, and banging away at her, while listening to her beg him to fuck her married pussy even harder.

He pulled out, and I ran over, sucking the cum from his cock. I licked and sucked on the head, nice and gentle, before working the shaft, to get all of her flavor, and all of his cum.

I smiled down at her. "Was it as advertised?"

"Yeah," she said. "Except I thought he liked to eat pussy."

"Go on," I told my husband, "you have time."

He slid down and started to eat her pussy. I stood over him, watching him feast on her pussy.

Two orgasms later, she was begging him to stop. She just couldn't take it anymore.

I helped her up and got her a drink of water. "You'll need this," I said, watching Ellie walk like a baby deer.

She drank, and slowly got dressed.

"So, now fully as advertised?"

She just nodded and looked at my husband. She was half-dressed, and I could see her contemplating taking my naked husband again. "I've got to get home," I heard her reminding herself.

"If you ever want to go again..." I offered.

"No, this was a onetime deal… I promised myself. I just… since the baby… I don't get to as often. I needed that. I really needed that."

"Well, tell your friend then," I suggested. "She'll thank you for it."

She just nodded. 

As she went to leave, I saw her stop at the door and stare back at my husband for just a little too long. She'd be back. I'm not sure if she'll bring her friend, but she'll be back for more. Of that I'm sure.

I turned to my husband. He looked at me, and I ran and jumped into his arms. "Damn, you're so fucking sexy to watch," I said, as he let me down.

I was stripping naked. It was my turn now, and I just had to have him.

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