Ella, my wife’s friend, had come over for a visit. My wife was busy upstairs, leaving Ella and me alone together downstairs. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire as I looked at her, her curves accentuated by the tight dress she was wearing.
Ella must have sensed my attraction because she suddenly leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Do you want to fuck me?” I was taken aback but couldn’t deny the heat that was coursing through my veins. I nodded, and before I knew it, we were in my bedroom, our clothes flying off in a frenzy.
Ella’s body was even more stunning than I had imagined. Her breasts were full and milky, her nipples hard and pointing straight up. I couldn’t help but take one in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as Ella moaned in pleasure.
She reached down and started stroking my dick, which was already rock hard. I groaned as she took it in her mouth, her lips wrapping around me as she sucked and licked. I could feel myself getting close to release, but I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted to be inside her.
Ella must have sensed my desire because she climbed on top of me, positioning herself so that my dick was right at her entrance. She slowly lowered herself down, taking me in inch by inch. I could feel myself stretching her, filling her up.
We started moving together, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cum, but I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to savor every moment.
But then Ella started moaning louder and louder, her pussy clenching around me. I could feel her orgasm inside her pussy, and it sent me over the edge. I came hard, filling her hairy pussy with my cum.
We lay there for a moment. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had just cheated on my wife with her best friend. But as I looked at Ella, I knew I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Suddenly, we heard footsteps on the stairs. My wife was coming down. Ella and I quickly got dressed, our hearts racing. We just barely made it back to the living room before my wife appeared.
She looked at us, confused. “What were you two doing?” she asked.
Ella and I looked at each other, both of us panicking. “Just talking,” Ella said, smiling.
My wife seemed to buy it, and she went back upstairs. Ella and I looked at each other, both of us feeling a mix of guilt and excitement. We had just gotten away with something, and it was thrilling.
As Ella left, she turned to me and whispered, “We’ll have to do that again sometime.” I couldn’t help but smile. I knew I would be thinking about that fuck for a long time.
From that day on, Ella and I would find ourselves sneaking off for quick fucks whenever my wife was busy. It became our little secret, something that only added to the excitement. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. Ella was too irresistible.
And so, our illicit affair continued, each time bringing us closer and closer to the edge. It was a dangerous game we were playing, but the thrill was too much to resist. We were addicted to each other, and there was no turning back.
But as with all things, our affair would eventually come to an end. My wife would discover our secret, and our marriage would be shattered. But for now, we were living in the moment, savoring every touch, every kiss, every fuck. It was a risky game, but it was one we were willing to play.