Best Friend’s Wife Wants Your Cum

The night was still young, the party just starting to rev up and hit its stride, when I decided to slip away from the laughter and chatter. I needed a moment to myself, some peace and quiet amidst the revelry. As I navigated my way through the crowded house, I found myself drawn to the master bedroom, a sanctuary away from the noise.

To my surprise, as I entered the room, I found Jack’s wife, Alice, already there. She was perched on the edge of the king-sized bed, her long, shapely legs crossed demurely, though the short, black mini skirt she wore was doing little to conceal them. Her top, a sheer, white blouse unbuttoned just enough to hint at the lacy bra beneath, left little to the imagination.

“Looking for a moment alone?” she asked, a playful smile curling her red lips. “I don’t blame you. It’s quite a party, but some of these people…” She shuddered delicately, her ample bosom heaving with the motion. I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on her curves, the contradictions of her outfit only making her all the more tempting.

Igiving a noncommittal grunt, I walked over to the bed, sitting down next to her, my hand brushing against her thigh. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I saw Alice’s breath catch in her throat. Her pale blue eyes, usually sparkling with good humor, now smoldered with an unmistakable hunger.

“Jack’s quite a lucky man,” I said, my voice low and seductive. My hand slid further up her thigh, my fingers brushing against the lace of her panties. Alice bit her lip, her hips shifting slightly as if inviting my touch. “But then again, I’ve always wondered…what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”

Alice’s smile turned wicked, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Maybe you’re right,” she purred, uncrossing and spreading her legs, showing me the wet spot darkening the thin fabric of her underwear. “Maybe I deserve a little…diversion.”

With a growl, I pushed her down onto the bed, my body covering hers. My hands roamed her curves, tweaking her nipples through the thin fabric of her clothes. Alice gasped, her back arching, pressing her breasts into my palms. “Yes,” she moaned, “touch me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Quickly, we stripped each other, our clothes falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs and impatient tugs. Naked, my hard, thick cock jutting out before me, I paused to admire Alice’s body. Her skin was creamy and smooth, her breasts full and heavy, her pussy glistening with arousal.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I groaned, my hand cupping her mound, my fingers probing her wet folds. Alice bucked against my hand, her moans filling the room. “I’ve imagined this moment, dreamed of having you, of feeling your tight cunt wrapped around my cock.”

“Then take me,” Alice panted, her eyes pleading. “Fuck me. Fill me with your cum. Make me yours.” Her legs parted wider, an invitation I couldn’t resist.

With a grunt, I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging her slick hole. Alice whimpered, her nails digging into my back, urging me on. Then, with one hard thrust, I buried myself inside her, her tight walls stretching around my thickness.

Alice cried out, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. “Oh god, yes,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” I obliged, setting a brutal pace, my hips slamming against hers. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust.

I pulled Alice’s legs over my shoulders, changing the angle, letting me drive even deeper. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream as I pounded into her mercilessly. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, “harder. Fuck me harder.” I could feel her nails raking down my back, the pain only spurring me on.

My cock throbbed inside her, her pussy clenching around me as she reached her peak. “I’m cumming,” Alice wailed, her head thrashing on the pillow. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I felt her cunt spasm, milking my cock, and with a roar, I let go, my hot seed spurting into her, filling her womb.

We collapsed together, panting, our skin slick with sweat. As we caught our breath, I rolled off of her, my softening cock slipping from her battered hole. Beside me, Alice shuddered as a trickle of my cum leaked from her pussy, pooling on the sheets.

“That was incredible,” she breathed, turning to face me. She planted a soft kiss on my lips, her hand reaching down to gently stroke my cock. “You came so much. I can feel it inside me. Filling me.”

I chuckled, my hand cupping her breast, my thumb circling her nipple. “And you took it all so well. Such a good girl.” Alice blushed at the praise, her eyes dropping to the floor shyly.

“Will we do this again?” she asked, her voice small, almost hopeful. “I know it’s wrong, but I like being your slut. I like being filled with your cum.”

I grinned, pulling her close, my hands squeezing her ass. “Oh, we’ll do this again,” I promised, “And next time, I’ll tie you up. Make you my plaything. Would you like that, you naughty girl?”

Alice let out a little moan, her cunt clenching at the thought. “Yes,” she whispered, “I’d like that very much.”

And with that, we fell into each other once more, our bodies intertwined, our minds lost in the depths of forbidden pleasures. The party below seemed a million miles away, forgotten in the blissful haze of our secret, dirty tryst.