My husband’s best friend [F/M] [Cheating]

CHAPTER FIVE! (can’t edit titles, whoops)

I find it hard to sleep after that. I lie naked in the bed next to my snoring husband. His back is turned to me, and I study the back of his head. After an hour of twisting and turning, my phone vibrates. I don’t know how, but somehow I already know who it is. I instantly pick up my phone. It’s a picture.

A picture of John’s t-shirt stained with my juices, hanging off his erect cock. For some reason the fact that I can’t see his cock makes me even more aroused. The outline of it, the hint of the large head poking at the fabric, sends an instant surge of arousal through me.

I lick my lips, almost without realizing it.

I look over at Mike. His ribcage slowly rises, then lowers, his breath deep and calm. I’m ashamed of myself, though mostly I am ashamed of how wet I am.

I can’t do this to Mike, I think to myself.

But my feet are already touching the cold floor. My nipples stand hard in the cool night air as I stand up.

Go back to bed, you idiot, I think to myself.

But my hand is already pushing the cold door handle down, careful not to make any sound.

You need to stop this, now. Go back to bed, to your husband, wake him up and have him fuck this silliness out of you, I think to myself, but I’m already halway down the dark hallway, John’s door is ajar, and I’ve already pushed it slowly open.

He’s standing by the bed, naked. He doesn’t look surprised to see me. I’m not surprised to be here. I can’t think, anymore. I slowly cross the threshold, the line I should not cross.

I close the door behind me.

The t-shirt is still hanging off of John’s cock.

“I don’t recall you asking me if you could borrow this,” he says, so quietly that his deep voice is almost a whisper.

“I didn’t think you’d mind,” I say as quietly, taking a step forward. His room is even colder than ours, and my naked skin tingles in the night air.

“I can wash it for you, if you want.”

I take another step forward.

He says nothing. He just stares at me, his dark, hungry eyes trailing over my body. They’ve done it many times before, but always in secret, when he thinks no one is watching.

I take another step forward, and now we are so close I have to look up to see him. I pretend not to notice his cock, so hard that it’s pointing straight at my stomach even under the weight of the shirt.

“I think I prefer it like this,” he says.

I kneel before him. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to, and I don’t want to. In this moment, all I can think about is his cock. No shame or guilt enters my mind as I slowly reach out, pulling the shirt off. His cock bounces a bit. My face is so close to ut now that I can smell it. Sweat. Man. Musk. Sex.

I open my mouth. I’m salivating, my lips are as wet as my cunt. I’ve wanted this for longer than I want to admit and now, now my tongue darts out, flicking the tip of his cock. I can taste salty precum, and that taste sends a twitch down to my clit.

I feel a drop of my own juices escape my labia, falling soundlessly to the floor.

I take his cock in my mouth, and he exhales deeply. It’s warm, and it’s so thick that my jaw struggles a bit to accept it, but my mind explodes with arousal. I moan quietly, the sound muffled my the head of his cock between my lips.

I take it deeper, and he holds a groan. His cock twitches, bucking against the roof of my mouth. I let my tongue play along the underside, making him breathe deeper. I take more of it in my mouth, revelling at the taste and the feeling of John’s rock hard cock in my hungry, wet mouth.

I let my hand trail up my thigh, and my fingers find my clit. I wet them by sticking them inside, moaning again at the sensation, and then I start to gently rub myself.

My mind is gone, now. I start sucking his cock quietly, careful not to gag or to make any noise except the wet clucking as I move my mouth on his massive member, taking barely half of it in. My cunt, frustrated as it has been all day, is already contracting, an orgasm building.

John’s cock, having been teased for a whole movie, is throbbing in my mouth. When I look up at him, his eyes are glazed over, his mouth open in a subtle “O”. He’s straining not to moan, and I as well, and I start to suck him faster. I move my soft lips along his shaft, letting my tongue do the heavy work, and the throbbing cock in my mouth starts to twitch.

“I’m going to cum,” John says, and although I’m thankful for the warning, I already know. I can feel his orgasm building as surely as I feel my own. I try to nod, but it’s hard with a thick cock in your mouth, so I let out a small “mmhmm”, the literal mouthful of cock muffling it, and then he erupts.

His cock bulges in my mouth, making me gag, ad the sudden grip of his strong hands on the back of my head triggers my own orgasm. I have to hold myself from biting down as I convulse, John’s thick cock spraying load after load of hot, wet cum down my throat. It’s more than I’m used to, much more, and I don’t have time to swallow it all. Some of it runs down my hand, and, looking him deeply in the eyes, I let his cock out of my mouth and hungrily lick it off, smacking my lips with a smile.

John sits, or rather collapses, onto the bed. I stand up. I feel… strange. Like I have all the power in the world. John looks up at me like he can’t believe what just happened, like it’s a dream, but I’ve never felt more awake. I smile at him, stroke his cheek, and turn around.

“Good night, John,” I say, parading straight back to bed, laying down next to my snoring husband. He cuddles close to me in his sleep, and with a smile, I take his arm and wrap it around me.

I fall asleep within the minute.

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