I had an intense handjob affair with my wife's best friend

I was supposedly happily married but from the first time I met my wife's best friend I knew I wanted to her sexually. Sarah had curly red hair, a voluptuous body, with huge delicious balloony breasts and a bubbly personality. I first saw her while meeting my wife for lunch at the hospital where she worked. The instant I did I felt my dick twitch in my pants. But I didn't have anything to worry about (or hope for). Surely Sarah would never want to start anything with a married man, much less her best friend's husband, would she? No, of course not....

Sarah and my wife were inseparable. They'd go out for drinks every Friday afternoon, hit the mall together on their days off, and hang out at our house, smoking pot and watching movies until the wee hours of the morning. Then a strange thing happened. Sarah started getting closer with me than with my wife. My wife often went to bed early, leaving me alone with Sarah in the living room, a bunch of liquor and abundant high potency marijuana, which Sarah seemed to take with her everywhere she went. We went on hi+-kes together and I was often at her house without my wife, ostensibly to do yard work though in reality I just wanted an excuse to be around Sarah. My wife wasn’t the jealous type and didn’t suspect a thing. One day she acknowledged that Sarah was becoming more my friend than hers, but she didn’t mind a bit and even encouraged us to hang out together.

I still didn't really think Sarah wanted me sexually, but one day I did something completely unlike me and that I had never done before. I had just cut down a big tree in her yard with my chainsaw. She invited me inside for ice tea and as we sat on her couch, I told her that my wife hadn't had sex with me in a long time (which was true) and that I was very frustrated in that department.

"Oh, that's a shame," she said, but she giggled when she spoke and smiled seductively.

Emboldened, I looked back at her and said, “I know this is outrageously inappropriate, but would you fuck me?”

Her eyes got bigger and so did her smile: “I don’t think I’d do that just yet, but I do know how to show a fellow a good time. Wait here for a minute, little man.”

When she returned to the other room she was barefoot, wearing a very short red miniskirt, a white blouse with the top few buttons undone giving me a view of her deep inviting cleavage and an only fashioned nurse’s hat that looked something out of an old movie. My jaw hit the floor.

“S-S-Sarah, where did you get that?”

“It was something from a Halloween party a few years back, but never mind that. The doctor tells me we need a sperm sample from you!”

Nothing even remotely like that had ever happened to me. I felt light headed and could feel my heart beating in my dick. I was enraptured.

“Come with me now into the collection room,” she said softly.

I followed her as if in a dream to her bedroom, where she instructed me to undress and lie on the bed with my hands above my head and legs spread. In a second I felt a rope encircling my wrists. It was exciting but scary too. I panicked a little and pulled my hands back.

“Come on now, Mr. Jones,” she said, “they make us tie down men for this procedure. I’ll explain why in a bit.”

I let her do it and in another minute, I couldn’t move my arms or legs. Whatever Sarah was going to do to me was no longer my call. All I could do was lie back and let it happen. The thought excited me.

“Most sperm clinics,” she explained, “just send the man into a room with a cup and some porn magazines and let him jerk off. That works, but the samples are small. We’ve found that bigger samples can be obtained by taking the matter out of the man’s hands, so to speak, and prolonging the process as long as possible before ejaculation. The problem is men are all such horny squirt boys that once they get worked up enough they’re going to masturbate regardless of what we tell them. So we have found that restraints are necessary.”

I never knew Sarah was so kinky, but my dick definitely liked it. I already felt like I was about to pop.

“The most potent samples,” she went on, “are obtained after the man had had the opportunity to develop significant sexual tension and frustration. I think you’ll liked it, but prepare yourself for extreme frustration.”

With that she slowly and tastefully removed her blouse and bra and slowly rubbed her tits and armpits over my nose. The smell was delicious. I strained at the ropes but to no avail. Sarah retrieved a small bottle of Astroglide from her bedside table and started caressing my dick very lightly with it. The sensation was heavenly. Pearls of precum appeared on the head of my dick. I felt an orgasm building.

“Oh, that’s perfect. You’re dripping pretty good now. Just remember: no cumming!”

With those words she stopped touching me completely. Loss of her delicious sensation was almost as cruel as being slapped. I moaned in anguish.

“Sorry,” Sarah giggled, “I just can’t get you too worked up yet. Good things cum to those who wait, and I have learned to be very patient in collecting sperm. But if you give me a second, I’ll do something you might like.”

She removed her skirt, climbed on the bed and lowered her covered pussy just over my face, giving me her full body perfume. It smelled so good that I almost squirted just from that alone. I thrusted my hips up in vain attempt to get some additional stimulation.

“It’s okay. I know these sensations are overwhelming and that our procedure can be intense, poor baby. Just remember that I’m a professional and I will get you through this.”

Time and again Sarah brought me to the brink of orgasm, only to withdraw her hand at the last moment, while she sat on my face, put her armpit to my nose or just sat back and watched me suffer while she giggled. Almost unconsciously, struggled frantically to free my hands.

“Now you see why I had to tie you. If your hands weren’t securely restrained right not you couldn’t stop playing with yourself even if you wanted to.” She laughed a little as she spoke these words, but her sweet smile was strangely soothing.

Finally after leaving me hanging at least 20 times in a row over the space of an hour, Sarah looked at me and said, “I think we’re ready for your sample now. Make it a good one.”

Her words filled me with delight. She gripped the base of my penis with one hand, while she made a circle with the thumb and forefinger of the other making quick nervous strokes, times at about one per second, no faster. It seemed to go on almost eternally, but eventually my lust slowly pushed me over the edge. Great gouts of cum shot all over the collection cup she held by the end of my penis. She untied me. A full minute after it was over I was still breathing heavily and didn’t dare trying to stand up.

I looked at Sarah, “Oh my God! You are divine. I worship you!!”

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