HUSBAND'S FRIEND

My name is Sheryl and I've been married for four years now. My husband is hardly around, he works round the clock and I don't get the full attention I desire from him. I love him, I promise I do but love doesn't keep you warm at night or shut the ache between your legs.

Zack my husband's best friend walked in unannounced one afternoon and me on the couch, skirt hiked up, fingers bruised deep, chasing a release my husband didn't give me in weeks. I froze, he didn't. He stood there watching my dripping pussy.

Ever since that day, he's been relentless, dropping by when he knows I'm alone. Brushing my waist in the kitchen and whispering filthy promises when my husband steps out of the room. I always declined, my body didn't support.

And today he sat across me at breakfast, laughing with my husband about some work deal while his foot found their way up my thigh. Every time he stole a glance at me you could sense the seductive look and every dirty glare he gave.

They left together, cars pulling out the driveway one after the other. I cleared the plates, hands shaking as I stood at the sink.

Footsteps behind me.

“I know you will miss me.”

I turned around and right there Zack stood like he never left.

“Surprised? Just took a little detour.”

“You can't be here!” I yelled.

“Shhh!” He hushed me, placing his finger right on my lips and kissed me right after.

I should have pushed him away, instead I grabbed his face and kissed him, my whole tongue in his mouth, desperate, hungry and starving. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me onto my toes. I felt guilty but fuck all emotions cause all I want right now is Zack.

I broke the kiss, I ppulled him by the hand and ran to the guest room. He laid on the bed as I slowly stripped for him giving him a show, he didn't hesitate to pull off his clothes.

Shirt first, then bra, then leggings peeled slowly down my hips. No panties. I wanted him to see how soaked I was.

He quickly undressed, his cock sprang free

I straddled his lap, grinding against him. “How do you feel fucking your best friend’s wife?”

“Like the best damn secret I've ever had.”

He flipped us, spread my thighs wide and lowered his mouth to me. The first swipe of his tongue made me arch off the bed. He licked me slow, circling my clit until my legs shook. Then he sucked hard. cling the area with his tongue and I fumbled my breasts.

He didn't stop tongue fucking into me, then back to my clit. I came fast thighs clamping around his head, moaning loud I prayed the neighbors couldn't hear.

He rose up, wiped his lips with his tongue and rubbed his cock through my slick folds.

“Do it.” I panted.

“Beg me.”

I moaned, “Please… please take me now.”

Hearing this he smiled and gently inserted his dick into my entrance, he went in slowly at first. Stretching me, filling me in a way my husband hadn't.

“Ahh!..ahh…faster!” I managed to speak, wrapping my legs around him.

Zack began to go faster and faster by the minute. Bed creaking and knocking the wall. I clawed his back, but his shoulder to muffle screams. Each thrust drove deeper, hitting spots that made my eyes roll.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me into my stomach, raised my hips high and slammed back in from behind. One hand fisted on my hair, the other rubbing my clit.

I came again. Pussy clenching around him.

He pulled out and stroked himself fast. Hot cum painted my breasts dripping down to my pussy.

We collapsed.

Then I rolled over, spread my legs again.

“One more time,” I whispered. “Before he gets back.”