The Birthday Party

I’ve decided to share my story, not because I’m proud of it, quite the contrary. I’m ashamed, and I know it’s caused an unspoken rift in my friendship with Kara. I say unspoken because I’m not even certain she notices a change. But it’s certainly a change that I feel, a kind of paranoia, stemming from my guilt.

I’ve recently found myself browsing online for others with similar experiences, in an attempt to try to better understand my feelings about it all. I’ve been amazed (and sometimes horrified) at the number of other women who share this common feeling of betrayal. It’s been confusing, trying to make sense of this simultaneous feeling of guilt and exhilaration, but there is no denying it: when I find myself remembering the detailed events of that day, I can’t help but feel this flush of excitement flow through me.

So judge me if you will, but here is my story:

My friend Kara and I have known each other for just over 9 years. We met at a children’s play date she hosted when both of our sons were just babies. It was a good way to get to meet other young mothers in a social setting, and we’ve been close ever since. In fact, our sons continue to be good friends to this day, despite us recently moving almost two and a half hours away due to my husband’s job.

Just over a month ago, her son celebrated his 9th birthday and she and her husband Jon hosted a birthday party for him and his friends. Parents were asked to drop their kids off at 1 pm and pick up was at 5 pm. Because I lived so far away, Kara suggested that I make the most of our drive and spend the night at their place.

Kara and I had always been close, but since moving away, we didn’t get to see each other very often. My son was excited at the opportunity for a sleepover, but unfortunately, my husband Andrew was putting in long hours and wouldn’t be able to join us. So my son and I packed a bag and set out on our own for Kara and Jon’s place.

When we used to live in the same community, my husband and I used to get together with them quite often. Sometimes we would play card games, other times just talk about nothing, almost always over a few bottles of wine. The four of us were good friends, and I missed our time together.

With Kara and Jon, I always felt comfortable, like I could let loose and be myself. No one ever took themselves too seriously. We all drank, teased, and flirted with each other. I would joke about stealing Jon away for myself and Kara would fire back that I could have him, he was cramping her dating life anyhow. It was harmless fun between close friends. They were just easy to be around.

So needless to say, an overnight getaway to catch up with the two of them was something I had really been looking forward to.

Things played out as most kids’ birthday parties do: blowing out candles, eating birthday cake, opening gifts, etc. There was me, Kara, her husband Jon, and 6 kids.

While the kids were finishing their birthday cake, Kara opened a bottle of wine, and we started catching up on each other’s lives. By the time we finished our first bottle, her son was starting to open his gifts. Jon had one glass, but Kara and I polished off most of the bottle ourselves. It had been a while since we’d done this, and it was great to relax and catch up. As Kara and I laughed and told stories, Jon entertained the kids, helping them put together one of the Lego sets their son had gotten for his birthday. He was a bit of a big kid himself.

Before long, Kara went downstairs to retrieve another bottle of wine. Jon came into the kitchen, carrying some of the now shredded wrapping paper, and tossed it in the garbage. We bantered playfully back and forth, as we always had. He commented on how good I looked, and I teasingly stuck out my chest and batted my eyelashes.

“Well, I’ve been trying to stay in shape just for you.” I played along.

He smiled and made a playful “Grrrrrrrr” sound.

Finally, Kara returned and handed the new bottle of wine to Jon.

“Serve us, peasant.” she teased, loftily flipping her hair around and walking away from him.

“With pleasure, your highness,” he responded.

Jon flirted almost as much as I did, it was just part of his charm. And as girls sometimes do, Kara had confided in me a couple of times (usually after copious amounts of wine) how great their sex life was. Apparently, he was very well endowed and knew his way around the bedroom, according to Kara. I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me a touch curious.

After pouring all three of us a fresh glass of wine, Jon spoke up.

“Ladies, a toast,” he said, raising his glass. “May you always come more than you go.”

Kara rolled her eyes, and we laughed and raised our glasses together.

“Lately I’ve been doing a lot more going than coming, unfortunately,” I responded, only half-joking.

Jon winked at me and said: “That’s a shame, Erica. You need to make time for doing the nasty!”

Always the flirt, I responded. “It’s not for lack of wanting, my dear.”

I thought I saw him blush a little, and for some reason, I felt proud that I’d embarrassed him a bit with my witty comment.

Before long, their son was pleading to go outside for the water fight Kara had planned for them. Kara set her glass down and went into “mom mode”, ushering them all outside to help get things set up.

“I guess I’ll be back soon,” she said, heading out the door. “Don’t drink all the wine without me!”

“No promises,” I said.

I walked to their living room window, admiring the incredible view.

Their property is massive. They have a large 2 story house located on 15 acres of land. The house has a walk-out basement into the back yard, which gives the impression it is a 3 story home when looking at it from the back. It’s quite impressive.

I looked down to see the kids pour into the backyard, with Kara trailing behind them carrying two large pails. She set them down on the lawn, about 20 or 30 yards from the house.

Jon stepped up behind me, looking over my shoulder. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, but I could feel his breath in my hair.

“She sure knows how to plan a party,” he said.

I watched as Kara trudged back toward the garage. She must have been feeling the effects of the wine, as I saw her wobble slightly off course. Her eyes shot up to the window to see if anyone noticed. When she saw me watching her we both began to giggle.

“Yea, she’s really something,” I replied.

As Jon stood behind me, watching the kids, it struck me that my heart was thumping in my chest. I had never felt nervous around him before, but as he stood quietly over my shoulder, I felt my stomach flutter.

To this day I have no explanation for what I did next, but I took a half step backward, letting my body bump firmly against his. I figured he would assume I stumbled clumsily from all of the wine, and I waited to see if he would step back. He didn’t.

I could feel him against me, his chest pressed to my back and my ass against his crotch. I took another sip of my wine, innocently pretending to still be watching the kids run around the backyard. My heart was really thumping now and I felt my cheeks flush.

Something press against my ass, and knew exactly what it was. I smiled slightly, pleased with myself for eliciting a reaction in Jon’s pants.

“Where do you think Kara went?” I asked quietly.

“Not sure,” he said before I heard him take another drink.

I took a deep breath and slowly reached my hand behind my hips. With my heart thumping in my chest, I softly caressed one finger along the length of Jon’s bulge. I heard him exhale slowly. Jesus, what was I thinking?

Suddenly I saw Kara come back into view, as she made her way back to where the kids were. She was carrying a large mesh bag over her shoulder and pulling a long length of hose. She walked to the middle of the lawn, kids crowding around her, and dumped out at least a dozen different water guns. From small pistols to huge super soakers, she had more than enough to go around. The kids scrambled to choose their weapons.

I felt Jon place his hand on my hip, and he pulled me tighter against his crotch. I thought I could feel his cock pulsing against my ass. He reached in front of me and set his glass of wine down on the window sill. He grabbed my other hip, and tucked 2 fingers under the edge of my shirt, lightly caressing my abdomen. I felt myself shiver at his touch. What the fuck was I doing? I thought. But it was exhilarating and I was curious to see where this would go.

Kara appeared to be helping resolve an argument between a few of the kids regarding who would get the super soakers. She should have known those would be the most popular, I thought.

I slid my hand further between us and continued to caress Jon’s shaft slowly up and down through his jeans. He responded by slowly sliding his hand up my shirt, before finally cupping my right breast in his hand.

I felt my stomach flutter again, and I let out a quiet moan.

We were standing in the window, one level above the backyard below us. Initially, if Kara had happened to look up at us, it would have just appeared Jon and I were watching her and the kids. But now I was nervous that she may be able to see that Jon’s hand was now under my shirt. I didn’t stop it though. I reassured myself this was still just our usual flirting — we had just taken it slightly further than usual.

“Looks like they are going to get wet soon,” said Jon.

I smiled at the innuendo. He was always so clever.

“Yea, won’t be long now,” I attempted to match his wit.

I took another sip of wine, as I watched Kara pick up the nozzle of the hose and begin filling one of the buckets with water. The boys were running around, pretending to shoot each other, as they waited for their ammunition so the real battle could begin.

Jon was massaging my breast now, and I moaned at the feeling of pleasure washing over me. My husband and I have sex at least once per week, so it wasn’t as if I never got touched: but this felt much more exciting. It was taboo and it felt intoxicating.

I fumbled for the zipper on his jeans for a few seconds, finally found it, and unzipped them. I then turned my attention to unfastening the button.

I slid my hand inside his jeans and wrapped my fingers around Jon’s shaft for the first time. I gasped. I finally had in my hand what Kara had only told me stories about before, and I quickly realized she had not exaggerated. If anything, I felt perhaps she hadn’t given him enough credit.

I’ve never been unsatisfied with the size of my husband’s cock, and I don’t consider myself a “size queen”. I like cocks of all shapes and sizes. But I felt a rush of awe and excitement sweep over me as I held his thick shaft in my hand.

Jon slid a hand around my waist and deftly undid my pants, before sliding his hand down into my panties. Oh fuck, I thought, we are going to get caught!

I looked down and tried to calculate the angle of the window sill from Kara’s view. If Kara were to look up, I thought it was possible she would be able to see that her husband’s hand was now buried in my pants, his other groping my tits.

Suddenly I felt Jon’s fingers run softly down the folds of my labia, the tip of one finger slightly parting my lips as he went. It felt incredible, and I gave another shudder. His fingers seemed to glide seamlessly, and I realized just how wet I had become.

He gently slid a finger inside of me, just to the first knuckle, and slowly crooked his finger a couple of times as if trying to beckon my G-spot to come and play. I let out a soft moan as I clumsily set my glass down and grabbed the window sill to steady myself. My knees felt like they may buckle.

Jon continued to gently work his finger, then fingers, in and out of my pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he went.

Suddenly Kara looked over her shoulder at us, and I froze. She gave a quick wave and a smile. I lifted my hand to wave, but she had already turned her attention back to filling the water bucket. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe that she hadn’t noticed.

As if the thrill of not getting caught somehow emboldened him, Jon pushed two of his fingers deeper inside me and crooked them, finding my G-spot almost immediately. With his thumb, he gently began to circle my clit at the same time.

Once again, I felt my knees almost give out from under me, and this time I let out a loud groan. My mind raced to think if there might have been anyone left in the house who might have heard me. I tried to do a quick count of the kids I saw running wildly in the yard, but my head was foggy and I gave up.

It dawned on me how much pleasure Jon was giving me right then, and I realized I was essentially just holding onto his cock through his boxers, quite possibly chaffing him more than pleasuring him.

I fumbled to try to reach in through the hole in the front of his underwear. I felt clumsy and self-consciously wondered if he was turned off by my lack of grace during such an otherwise steamy situation.

I eventually felt bare skin, and instinctively wrapped my hand around his cock once again. Without the layer of cotton between us, it felt as if I could feel every vein as it throbbed in my hand. It was burning hot, and I started to feel myself getting close.

I finally maneuvered it out of his shorts, and pushed my hips forward a bit, giving myself more room to stroke it. As he continued to skillfully work me toward climax, I felt as if my sense of hearing had become heightened. Both the wet sounds coming from inside my panties and my heavy breathing suddenly seemed so loud in the otherwise quiet house.

I watched Kara move on to filling the second bucket, as the kids stormed the first one, fighting to be the first to fill their guns with water. I could hear their muffled voices and Kara telling them to play nice.

Suddenly I felt something release under my shirt and realized that Jon had undone the front clasp of my bra. I felt my large breasts break free of their restraint. Jon continued to massage them, alternating from right to left, lightly pinching my nipples as he went.

I felt myself on the brink, and I let him know.

“Oh shit Jon, you’re gonna make me cum.” I whispered. My voice sounded husky through my heavy breathing.

Encouraged, Jon seemed to speed up the motion of his fingers in my underwear, his thumb pressing harder on my swollen clit, as he continued to work it. My god, it felt so good! His fingers pinched one of my nipples a bit harder this time, before tugging it gently.

That was all it took. My body began to convulse as I exploded with pleasure. My knees weakened and I leaned forward. With one hand in my panties and the other firmly squeezing my breast, Jon pulled me back upright against his body, as if trying to make my spasming less apparent to anyone who may look our way.

I struggled to suppress the high-pitched squeals trying to burst out of my throat, as wave after wave of ecstasy overcame me.

My body finally began to relax, as my orgasm subsided. I could feel my cheeks burning and my entire body seemed to tingle. Fuck, how long had it been since I’d orgasmed like that?

I suddenly thought of Jon, his cock still in my hand, raging hard. I felt this deep yearning to please him, to try to return the intense pleasure he had just given me. Without thinking, I turned around to face him, then dropped to my knees.

As I came face to face with his cock, I froze for several seconds and just stared at it. It had felt big in my hand, but to see it — holy shit! It was probably about 8 inches long but the girth is what took my breath away. It was so thick, only to be outdone by its large mushroom head.

My god, Kara gets to have this fill her every night, I thought with more than a hint of envy.

I tried to regain my composure, and put my mouth over the head of Jon’s beautiful cock. He let out a loud groan. I slid it in and out of my mouth, just the head for the first few seconds. Then as I began to take him deeper, I took my hand off of the shaft and moved it to cup his balls. I grabbed his hip with my other hand, wanting to control his movement.

I bobbed my head up and down, trying to take it a bit deeper with each plunge. I could see now I was probably at about three-quarters, and I was sure I could feel it bumping into the back of my throat. The muscles in my cheeks seemed to ache from stretching my mouth so wide.

I tried to avert my eyes sideways toward the window, to see if the window sill was hiding my head from Kara’s view. I thought it probably was. I hoped, at least.

“Oh my god, that feels so fucking good, Erica,” Jon said, breathing heavily now.

Then I felt his body suddenly tense. I thought he must be trying to stop himself from cumming, and was about to pull him out to finish him with my hand.

“Oh shit, Kara’s looking this way!” I froze as if my not moving would make me invisible. I looked up and saw Jon wave and smile. Would she buy that smile? It didn’t look genuine to me.

Suddenly a sense of devil-may-care recklessness washed over me, and I began bobbing my head even faster.

“Oh fuck.” Jon muttered, still looking out at his wife.

It looked more like a grimace than a smile on his face now, and I doubled my efforts, pleased with how I was making him feel.

“She’s walking back to the house!” he said, his voice panicked.

He reached down and put his hand on my forehead, trying to push me off.

But I was emboldened now and had no intention of not fulfilling my end of this audacious venture. I slapped his hand away, then grabbed him firmly by the hips. I held on for dear life, continuing to bob my head furiously up and down on his cock. I was now taking every inch of him inside my mouth, his head seeming to slide down my throat several inches with each thrust. My eyes were watering as I tried not to gag.

“Stop, you’ve got to stop, she’s coming!” he pleaded.

I didn’t stop but instead returned one of my hands to his balls that had been bouncing under my chin. I softly massaged and tickled them.

That seemed to have the desired effect, and I suddenly heard Jon grunt loudly,

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuccckk!”

I could feel hot bursts of semen fill my mouth and start to run down my throat. This went on for several seconds before I finally felt him relax in my mouth. The thought suddenly crossed my mind that I’d never swallowed for my husband, though he’d asked incessantly over the years. Was I just caught up in the excitement of it all? Was it because it was Jon? Maybe I would try it for my husband after all, I thought. I felt dirty, and I didn’t dislike the feeling.

Suddenly Jon reached down and this time firmly pushed my head off his cock. I felt his mushroom head pop out from between my lips and a large glob of his cum rolled down my chin before dropping onto my left breast. I finished swallowing what was in my mouth, as I tried to wipe away anything on my lips and chin.

Jon was furiously buttoning up his pants, as I heard the front door open. I jumped up and fastened my pants as quickly as I could. I heard Kara’s voice as Jon rushed out to meet her, trying to buy me a few extra seconds to clean up. I quickly ran my fingers through my hair, as if it may have somehow gotten tangled during our naughty exploit.

I was facing the window, pretending to be casually watching the kids, as I heard Kara and Jon enter the room behind me. My heart was racing.

“Jesus Christ, they are wild out there!” She said with a sigh. “They got me all wet!”

Things got pretty wet in here too, I thought.

I tried to do a mental scan of what I may have missed and glanced down at my chest. Holy fuck, I thought. I could see a large glob of Jon’s thick cum sitting on my breast. Not to mention my bra was still undone!