My name is Emily. I am now 32 years old, living in Manchester, UK with my dad. No one knows the secret I have been keeping for many years. This is the story of the night I had wild sex with my dad’s best friend, Mark, when I was 20 years old.
By the time I was 20, I was no longer a virgin. I had lost my virginity at 17 to my boyfriend at the time, and I had been with two other guys after that. I knew what sex felt like, but nothing prepared me for the intense night I had with Mark.
My mum passed away when I was 15, so it was just me and my dad. Dad was 48 at the time, a strong builder with a muscular body. He had one very close friend named Mark. Mark was also around 48, tall, handsome, divorced, and always visited our house. They drank beer, watched football, and talked for hours. Mark was always nice to me. He brought me gifts and asked about my college life. Over time, I started having strong feelings for him. He was mature, confident, and very attractive.
One Friday morning, dad called me and said he had an emergency job in Birmingham. He would be away for the whole weekend. I was home alone in our big two-storey house.
Around 7:30 PM, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Mark standing there with beers in his hand.
“Hey Emily, is your dad around?” he asked.
“No, he travelled this morning. He won’t be back until Sunday evening.”
Mark smiled. “Okay, I can just leave these beers for him.”
I felt bold that night. “You don’t have to rush. Come in. I’m bored alone. We can watch TV or talk.”
Mark thought for a moment, then stepped inside. We sat in the living room. I was wearing a short black nightie that showed my full breasts and smooth thighs. We talked, laughed, and drank beer. After two bottles, the atmosphere changed. Mark started looking at my body with clear desire.
“You have become a very sexy woman, Emily,” he said in his deep voice.
I smiled and moved closer to him. “I’ve always liked you, Mark.”
That was all it took. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard. His kiss was strong and passionate. I kissed him back with hunger. His hands moved all over my body — squeezing my breasts, grabbing my ass, and pulling me onto his lap.
We did not waste time.
Mark carried me upstairs to my bedroom first. He threw me on the bed and pulled off my nightie. I was not wearing a bra. My full breasts with hard nipples were exposed. He sucked them hungrily, moving from one nipple to the other. I moaned loudly and held his head.
He removed his clothes. His dick was thick, hard, and bigger than the boys I had been with before. He pulled my panties down and spread my legs. His tongue attacked my pussy. He licked me so well that I came within minutes, shaking and moaning his name.
Then he entered me. He fucked me hard in missionary position. My breasts bounced with every deep thrust. I wrapped my legs around him and begged for more.
“Yes, Mark… fuck me harder!”
After I came again, he turned me over and took me doggy style. He slapped my ass while pounding me deep. The bed was shaking.
We were not satisfied with just the bedroom.
We went downstairs to the living room. I pushed him on the big sofa and rode him cowgirl style. I moved my hips fast, grinding on his thick dick. He sucked my bouncing breasts and squeezed my ass. I came so hard while riding him.
From the living room, we moved to the kitchen. He bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me from behind. The sound of his waist hitting my ass echoed in the kitchen. He pulled my hair gently and fucked me like a man who had been waiting for this moment for years.
After the kitchen, we went to the dining room. I sat on the table with my legs wide open. Mark fucked me deep while we kissed passionately. I could feel his dick hitting the deepest parts of me.
We continued to the guest room where Mark usually slept when he visited. He laid me on the bed and fucked me slow and romantic this time. He looked into my eyes while stroking deep inside me. It felt very intimate.
Later, we went to my dad’s bedroom. This was the most forbidden part. Mark put me on my dad’s big bed and fucked me hard in every position. I felt extra naughty knowing it was dad’s room. I came multiple times that night.
We even had sex in the bathroom. He fucked me against the wall under the running shower. Water ran down our bodies while he pounded me.
That night, we had sex in almost every corner of the house — upstairs bedrooms, downstairs living room, kitchen, dining area, guest room, bathroom, and even on the stairs. Mark was very strong. He fucked me for hours, from 8 PM till early morning. He came inside me four times. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed.
I loved every second of it. His experience, his big dick, and the way he handled my body made me feel like a real woman. The sex was much better than what I had with the younger boys before.
The next morning, we woke up naked in my bed. Mark kissed me and said, “Emily, last night was amazing, but this must stay between us. Your dad can never know.”
I agreed. I knew it was wrong because he was my dad’s best friend, but I couldn’t stop wanting him.
For the next few years, whenever dad travelled or worked late, Mark would come over. We had many more wild sessions all over the house. Sometimes quick and rough, sometimes long and passionate. I loved the danger and the pleasure.
Now, at almost 33 years old, I still live with my dad in Manchester. Dad still doesn’t know anything about what happened between me and his best friend. Mark moved to another city some years ago, but we still talk sometimes on the phone. Those memories of that wild weekend still turn me on when I think about them.
I enjoyed the sex so much. It was raw, passionate, and unforgettable. Even though it was secret and forbidden, I have no regrets.