Chapter 3 — My Friend's Boyfriend - Part 1 (3)

My heart pounded—thud-thud, thud-thud—with the thrill of feeling David's tongue sliding in and out of my pussy while he knelt beneath my skirt.

I knew I should've stopped it. Logically, I had to. But the sensation of his tongue probing me—slipping deep, then retreating—was something I simply couldn't bring myself to end.

Maybe two minutes had passed? David, who'd been crouched behind me, suddenly stood up, unzipping his pants from behind.

Could he possibly… here? I thought, just as he pressed the remote's stop button on the karaoke machine, then hit play again.

A brief silence passed, then a soft instrumental melody began to play.

“I'll sing now.”

He pushed me back down toward the table before I could even stand straight, then rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit.

Seriously? Right here? Oh my god…

I was stunned.

I'd never actively sought out exhibition before—but I'd also never imagined I'd end up in this situation: cheating with a close friend's boyfriend while she slept just meters away.

Holding the microphone, he sang gently at first, then suddenly shifted into a teasing, singsong voice:

“Should I… put it in~… or not~?”

He sang it like a playful tune, but instead of entering me, he just kept rubbing the tip against my opening.

By then, I was the one getting impatient. Sure, I was turned on—but more than that, I was terrified of getting caught. I'd been panicking the whole time, expecting someone to walk in, and now he was just toying with me like this?

Finally, I turned my head back and gave him a sharp, urgent look—just put it in already.

But then—what the hell? David let go of me, propped himself up on the table for a second, then plopped down heavily onto the sofa.

What now? I thought, confused.

One hand still held the mic, but with the other, he grabbed me, spun me around, and turned me to face him directly.

It was embarrassing, but I stood there, looking down at him as he sat. I had no idea what he wanted.

He sat with his legs spread wide in his formal suit, and between them, his dark, thick cock stood fully exposed.

What does he want me to do?

“Crouch down here… and suck it.”

And so, I did. I crouched in front of the seated David.

Before, I'd been able to see the hallway and Sarah through the glass door, so I could keep an eye on the situation. But now, facing David, I couldn't see what was happening behind me—and that made everything feel even more insane.

What if she's watching? What if she wakes up? Even with the table, she might see the back of my head…

As these thoughts raced through my mind, David—still singing—grabbed a fistful of my hair with his free hand and started pulling my head toward his cock.

Whether it was the sudden movement or the alcohol, I nearly collapsed forward, instinctively bracing both hands on his thighs.

But my legs gave out slightly, and I ended up on my knees—exactly the position he wanted.

“Wait a second.”

I looked up at his face while crouching, but he just smirked, nodded, and tightened his grip on my hair, dragging me closer to his cock.

Finally, I reached out with one hand, gripped his shaft, and began licking the head with my tongue.

“Ahh…”

A moan escaped his lips—but he quickly resumed singing. In that moment, a mischievous urge hit me. I opened my mouth wide and took his entire cock inside.

Now, my husband's cock measures about 16cm, and I've gotten used to taking it all the way in. It wasn't easy at first—I'd gag and choke—but now I can deepthroat him smoothly. He loves it, and I've become quite skilled at it.

Oops! I completely went off track there. Sorry, sorry!

Anyway, David's cock was a bit smaller than my husband's, so it slid in easily. Not small by any means, but definitely thinner and shorter. It felt lighter in my mouth.

The singing voice gradually faded, leaving only the instrumental music playing softly in the background.

David, clearly thrilled that I could take his whole cock, now used both hands to grip my hair tightly and began thrusting in and out of my mouth, roughly shaking my head.

“Ahh—just a little more—just a little—ahhh~”

For a split second, the music ended—and his moan rang out loud and clear. We both froze.

I panicked—had Sarah heard? Behind me, I couldn't see David's face, but I felt his hands stop abruptly.

But only for a second. Then he resumed, tugging my hair again.

In the silence between songs, the wet sounds of me sucking his cock echoed through the room.

Even now, just remembering that tension…

The next pre-selected song started, and I breathed a small sigh of relief.

As the music played, he pulled me up.

I stood there, dazed and unsure, when David slightly lifted his hips and pulled his pants down to his knees.

I looked at him, my voice hushed and urgent.

“Are you insane? Right here?”

“There's no such thing as 'can't',” he said with a smirk.

I couldn't believe it. The situation was already absurd enough.

He turned me around, facing the door, then guided me to sit on top of him. His pants were still around his knees, so he remained seated. He gently spread my skirt, spread my legs, and slowly lowered me onto his cock.

The moment I sat down, his cock slid deep inside me.

“Ahh~”

“It's your turn now, Emma-ssi… hahaha,” he said, handing me the microphone.

“How am I supposed to sing in this situation? Ahh~”

With both hands gripping my waist, he began thrusting up into me.

In front of us, Sarah was asleep. The bright hallway was visible. And yet…

But he must've sensed I was uncomfortable—the position was awkward, and I couldn't move properly.

“I'm going to the bathroom. Follow me right away.”

“Okay…”

He quickly adjusted his clothes, gave me a sly smile, and walked out.

Alone in the room with only the instrumental music playing, I hesitated for a moment—but then thought, Well… what the hell. And I followed him to the bathroom.

As I approached, I saw David standing in front of the men's restroom.

Huh? Are they separated?

Before I could finish the thought, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the men's bathroom.

I made a face—This is awkward…

“There's no one here. Don't worry!”

“But still…”

The moment we stepped into a stall, David pulled me close and started kissing me.

He tasted of alcohol and cigarettes—but then again, I was drunk too. It wasn't unbearable. Just… unpleasant. Ugh…

Still, he suddenly pushed me forward, making me brace myself against the toilet seat. He lifted my fluttering skirt, shoved his fingers into my pussy again, and quickly pulled his pants fully down.

“I thought I was going to lose my mind!”

“Please, hurry!”

I was anxious—Sarah was alone, asleep. I needed this to end fast.

“Hahh…”

“Ahh~”

As his cock plunged into my pussy, we both let out moans almost simultaneously.

“You like it? Yeah… you've definitely been around. Ahh~ So good… so good~”

“Wha—? What do you—ahh~ mean?”

“Sarah told me you're into this kind of thing… Yeah, your pussy's so tight. Mmm… and your ass? Perfect. Absolutely perfect~”

Sarah said that? The thought crossed my mind—but instead of feeling offended, I felt a strange thrill. His crude words only turned me on more. Hehehe…

“Ah… faster… ahh~ yes, like that~ ahh~ ahh…”

From behind, David gripped my waist and increased the speed of his thrusts.

Then—click—the door opened. Music from the karaoke room poured in. Someone was coming into the bathroom.

We froze again, straining to hear.

The door closed, muffling the music, but we could clearly hear someone peeing.

Then, David reached into his inner pocket, pulled out a cigarette, stuck it in his mouth, lit it with a click, and took a slow drag.

He smirked, then—still holding the cigarette in one hand—used the other to grip my waist and resumed his thrusting, quieter now.

Outside, the sound of urine hitting the toilet bowl continued.

I pressed one hand over my mouth to stifle any sounds, the other braced against the wall, bent over the toilet.

Screech—thud!

The person left. Silence returned. The moment we realized we were alone again, David said:

“Damn… that was thrilling. You liked it, right? Huh? Your pussy's soaked. Hahaha!”

“Ahh~ David-ssi~ ahh… it's all good… but… ahh~ the cigarette…”

“Just shut up and take it. Fuck!”

“Ahh~ still… ahh~”

“You like it? Fucking a stranger in a bathroom—how's that feel? Huh? Good? Hahaha!”

“Ahh~ it's good~ ahh… but… ahh~ Sarah… what about Sarah~ ahh~”

“You fucking bitch… Sarah? Why? Worried? While you're doing this with me? Huh? Damn, you're something else. Hahaha!”

At some point, “fuck” had become his default word—he kept saying it over and over.

But by then, I was used to it. It didn't bother me. In fact, it turned me on even more.

With the cigarette still in his mouth, he gripped my waist with both hands and slammed into my pussy from behind at an insane pace. I was completely overwhelmed.

I don't know how to describe it—like I was losing consciousness. Yes… I felt it coming.

“I'm gonna cum. Can I come inside your pussy? Huh? You fucking bitch!”

“No—ahh~ outside! Please, outside~ ahh~ outside~ ahh~”

He suddenly pulled out, roughly pushed my body to the side, grabbed my face, and yanked me toward his cock.

Before I knew it, I was on my knees in front of him again.

“You fucking bitch—ahh~ open wide! Yeah~ say it! Say 'come in my mouth'! Hurry!”

“Come in my mouth. Ah.”

I barely got the words out when—screech—the door opened again. Music poured in.

This time, there were two people. I could hear them talking.

One hand still gripped my hair. The other held his cock in front of my open mouth, jerking it furiously.

Just come already… ahh…

The thought that someone was just one thin partition away drove me wild.

I looked up, mouth open, and saw his bloodshot, unfocused eyes staring down at me, drinking in every detail.

Suddenly, thick cum shot out—but I was too slow. It splattered across my face and clothes.

On the other side of the wooden stall, someone was peeing and chatting casually. David, eyes on the ceiling, shoved his cum-covered cock into my mouth, grabbed my head, and thrust in and out like he was still fucking me.

I could feel it—I was tense, panicked—but when I glanced up at him, he just looked down for a second, smirked that smug smile, then turned back to the ceiling.

His face twisted in silent ecstasy—mouth open, body twitching—as he finished.

Slowly, he leaned down.

“Keep sucking… ahh… yeah… just like that…”

I did my best to stay quiet, sucking his cock as softly as I could.

Ah… my face… my clothes… what am I going to do…

I tilted my head slightly to keep the cum from dripping onto my clothes and kept sucking.

Then—screech—the door opened again. Footsteps. They left.

Phew… I aged ten years just now.

He exhaled deeply, like an athlete after a tough workout.

“Phew… phew…”

Then he pulled out a wad of toilet paper, twisted it, and handed it to me.

“Here. Clean up. Hahaha.”

“Yes… hehehe.”

“So? How was it?”

“I don't know… it was kind of surreal. A little funny, too.”

“Hahaha. Whatever. Hurry up and clean yourself. Let's go.”

“Okay…”

We wiped each other off and stepped out—only to be met with a shock.

Contrary to our assumption that the bathroom was empty, two men were still inside.

Even now, just remembering it makes me cringe with embarrassment.

“See? I told you someone was here. Hehehe.”

Laughing behind us, they left us standing there, faces burning, as we fled the bathroom.

We never saw them again—thankfully, or perhaps disappointingly.

And after that, I never saw Sarah again either.

I can only hope she's doing well now.