I’m at Miryam’s door, ringing the bell at eight sharp. My wife’s best friend, the one who’s been like family forever. She’s fresh out of a shower, yelling from the bathroom. ‘Enter, it’s open!’ She’s not ready, as usual. Crazy day at the clinic, she says. Orders pizza instead of cooking. I pour whisky-cokes, we chat. She’s a doctor, divorced, loving her single life. But tonight, something shifts.
Pizza arrives, she’s still in there. Finally emerges in a black mini-skirt, white blouse, no bra. Her tits strain against the fabric, nipples hinting. Big blue eyes, tousled hair. Sexy as fuck. ‘Wow, all dressed up for me?’ I tease. She laughs, downs her drink. We eat on the banquette, her long legs in black silk stockings flashing. I spot the garter strap when she grabs wine. My cock twitches. She’s always been off-limits, like a sister. Not tonight.
The Awakening: Tension Builds at Her Place
Wine flows, three bottles gone. Buzzed, talk turns dirty. She confesses: three months without sex, masturbating nightly but too tired. Tried swingers clubs once, threesome with a couple. Bi-curious, prefers cock. No action with my wife, Sylvie. Clock ticks late, skip the club. More drinks, slow music. She asks for a dance. We sway close. Her body grinds my growing bulge. I don’t hide it. Hand slides to her ass, firm and round. Kiss her neck, inhale her scent. Nipples hard against me. Heart pounds. Forbidden heat surges.
She pulls back, dances solo. Skirt hikes, shows thighs, garters. Turns, blouse half-open, tits teasing. ‘You’re hard too,’ she smirks at my tented pants. Stands between my legs. ‘Check me.’ Hand up her silky leg, slow. Under skirt, skin hot. Thumb traces garter, finds her wet thong. Circles her clit. She moans, tweaks her nipple. Blouse off, huge tits free. Pulls my head to suck. Tongue on nipple, unzip skirt. Falls away. Deep kiss, tongues wild. Fingers rub her sopping pussy through thong. She cums hard, grinding. ‘Fuck, you bastard!’
The Act: Raw Passion Unleashed
On knees, frees my throbbing cock. Sucks deep, eyes locked. Heaven. Almost blow, stop her. ‘Want to fuck you.’ Rips off thong, doggy style. Pussy dripping, ass perfect. Slam in balls-deep. Pound like animals. She screams, cums again. I explode inside, draining every drop. Collapse, still buried. Night just starting. Wife gone two weeks. We fucked everywhere, every way. Raw, insatiable.
Back home days later, wife returns oblivious. Hug her, but taste Miryam’s pussy lingers. Guilt? Nah, thrill overrides. Sneak texts, quickies when alone. Best friend’s cunt owns me now. Society judges, but this secret fire? Pure ecstasy. No one suspects. I live double life, craving next betrayal.