Argentina fucks her husband’s best friend

Title: Argentina Fucks Her Husband’s Best Friend – A Shameless Affair

As the sun began to set over the quiet suburban neighborhood, casting long shadows across well-manicured lawns, Argentina stepped out of her car and checked her makeup in the rearview mirror. Her heart raced with anticipation, knowing what she was about to do. Today was the day she would finally act on the forbidden desires that had been building inside her for months.

Argentina’s husband, Marco, had been away on a business trip for the past week, leaving her feeling restless and neglected. That’s when she decided to call up his best friend, wholesale:’Martin’, and invite him over for a friendly dinner. Of course, Argentina had always found Martin attractive, with his chiseled jawline and boyish charm. Their flirty banter over the years had never gone unnoticed by Marco, but he was too naive to see what was right in front of him.

As Argentina walked up the driveway, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change. She had worn a tight, low-cut dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and a pair of stilettos that made her legs look miles long. She wanted Martin to notice her, and she wanted him to want her.

When Martin arrived, Argentina greeted him at the door with a conspiratorial smile. “Come on in, Martin,” she purred, letting her hand linger on his arm a little longer than necessary. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

As they sat down to eat, Argentina made sure to linger over every bite, letting out a little moan of pleasure as she savored the flavors. She could see Martin’s eyes drinking her in, and it only encouraged her to play up her sensuality even more.

“Mmm, this is delicious,” she said, licking her lips slowly. “You know, Marco never cooks for me like this. I think I might just have to keep you around.”

Martin’s eyes widened at her bold statement, but Argentina just giggled and topped off his wine glass. She was feeling bold and reckless, and she didn’t want to stop now.

As the night wore on, Argentina found every excuse to brush up against Martin, letting her hand rest on his thigh or her breast graze his arm. She could feel the tension building between them, the sexual energy crackling in the air like electricity.

Finally, Argentina couldn’t take it anymore. “I think we both know why you’re really here,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “You want me just as much as I want you.”

Martin didn’t hesitate. He reached out and pulled her into his lap, his hands roaming over her curves as he captured her mouth in a hungry kiss. Argentina moaned into his mouth, eagerly returning the kiss as she ground her hips against his growing erection.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom. Instead, Argentina hiked up her skirt and straddled Martin right there on the living room floor, tearing at his shirt buttons like a woman possessed. Martin helped her off with her dress, revealing a lacy red bra and matching thong that left little to the imagination.

“Fuck, Argentina,” Martin groaned as he palmed her breasts, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I know,” she panted, nipping at his ear lobe. “But you have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this.”

With a quick tug, Argentina pulled off Martin’s pants and boxers, freeing his impressive erection. She stroked him slowly, feeling him throb in her hand as she lavished his neck and chest with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

“Please, Martin,” she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me like Marco never could.”

Martin didn’t need to be told twice. He tore off Argentina’s thong and positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Argentina whimpered with anticipation, her body aching to be filled by him.

Then, with one powerful thrust, Martin hilted himself inside her, stretching her tight walls in the most delicious way. Argentina threw her head back and moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbors heard. All she cared about was the feel of Martin moving inside her, his thick cock hitting all the right spots.

They set a rough, animalistic pace, grinding and rocking together as they chased their pleasure. Argentina could feel her orgasm building fast, her inner walls clenching around Martin’s shaft.

“Oh god, yes,” she cried out, her nails raking down his back. “Don’t stop, Martin. Fuck me harder!”

Martin complied, pounding into her with abandon. Argentina’s whole body trembled with the force of her climax, her pussy spasming wildly around him as she came harder than she ever had before.

With a few more sharp thrusts, Martin found his own release, spurting his hot seed deep inside Argentina’s still-quivering channel. They collapsed together on the floor, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they caught their breath.

In the aftermath, Argentina knew she should feel guilty, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She had just experienced the most mind-blowing sex of her life, and she had no regrets. As far as she was concerned, she was going to be fucking her husband’s best friend a lot more from now on.