I’m a horrible best friend. Not much of a wife, either.
It happened last weekend. My husband was away on a hunting trip with buddies. The trip had been planned for some time, but the timing wasn’t good. Just a few days prior to him leaving, we had closed and moved into our first house.
The bulk of the moving was finished when he had left, but there was still a ton of unpacking that needed to be done. My BFF Rose had volunteered to come over and help me. Of course, we consumed our fair share of wine throughout the day and just caught up on girl stuff. It was fun and innocent, so I thought.
By early evening Rose and I had drank way too much. She wouldn’t be able to drive so she called her husband Landon to come pick her up.
Landon came over, but the drinking didn’t stop. After a few hours he had pretty much caught up to us. Then the three of us smoked a bit and were feeling no pain.
Since neither of them would be able to drive home I offered up our guest bedroom to them and they agreed to stay.
Rose is a bit of a lightweight. She likes to party, but she also gets carried away. This night was no different. She turned in, while Landon and I decided on one more drink and a few more hits.
Landon is attractive, but I’d never really thought of him in that way. Sure, Rose and I had shared a few stories over the years about sex with our husbands….but that’s all it ever was, until that moment.
I found myself openly being flirtatious with him. I’m a touchy, feely drunk, and was clearly stepping across the line. I’m certain Landon noticed and he didn’t seem to be backing down.
I’m still foggy on how it all happened, but next thing I know we’re kissing out on our deck. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t stop. And while I was drunk, I was also well aware that Rose was asleep in the house. That didn’t stop us though.
I was horny. He was too. During one of our kisses my hands had moved down between his legs. Oh my. Now I knew that Rose wasn’t lying when she talked about how big Landon was down there.
“We should probably,” Landon said still kissing me.
“I know,” I replied, kissing him back. “But I can be quiet.”
I still can’t believe those words came out of my mouth. It emboldened him. He picked me up as we kissed, my arms over his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist.
He awkwardly got me into the house and we made it to our master bedroom. All I could think was how my husband and I still hadn’t fucked in our new house, and here I was about to give it up to one of his best friend’s, while his wife slept just a few doors down.
Both of us knew we had to be quick. His shorts were off quick and I dropped to my knees. How had I become this little slut, I thought to myself, but still unable to stop.
His cock for so well in my mouth. I could tell he appreciated my ministrations. I could almost get all eight inches in my mouth.
I stood and we shared a long, passionate kiss. He lifted my top over my bed and through me back on the bed. He then proceeded to peel off my shorts and thong in a swift motion, before placing his tongue on my clit. I ached first him and came almost immediately.
“Do I need a condom?” he asked.
“Yes, but I don’t care,” was my response. “Just fuck me already!” I exclaimed.
He did as he was told. He pressed the head of cock right at my hole. For a split-second I thought we should probably stop, but it didn’t last long. His cock slowly entered and filled me up. I was in heaven.
My best friend’s husband starting fucking me faster and harder. My nails dug into his back as my legs wrapped him up and encouraged him to press into further.
Just as I neared cumming, he pulled out and turned me around. How did he know doggiestyle was my favorite? He plunged back inside me and I came immediately, his cock hitting my clit every time he entered. He grunted and I felt his body tighten. His cum filled up my insides and I had another mini-orgasm.
We kissed and enjoyed feeling each other up for a few minutes before reality reared its ugly head. He needed to get out of my room and back to his wife.
The next morning was a little awkward. In fact, I had to try and remember whether or not it was a dream. I knew it wasn’t.
He texted me last night and said we can’t let either of our spouses know. I agreed. Then we chatted some more and soon were making plans to meet again.
Today I’ve been sending him naughty pics at work. I need to have that cock again.
I’m a horrible best friend. Not much of a wife, either.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jjv451/my_f27_best_friends_husband_m29
a good writer though ?