Fucking my husband’s Best Friend!!!! In hotel Room SSSSSHHHH Don’t tell on me!
The Hotel Room Encounter
Amanda watched from the bathroom mirror as her husband Mark firmly stuffed his travel bag, preparing for yet another three-day business trip. Their marriage had grown stale, the passion from their early days together all but evaporated. And yet, as she admired Mark’s chiseled physique reflected in the mirror, Amanda felt a surge of desire. She longed to feel aroused, wanted, and alive again.
On impulse, Amanda texted her husband’s childhood best friend Derek: “Hey, you free this weekend? I could really use some company. Call me :)” She had always found the ruggedly handsome Derek very attractive, and the few flirty texts they shared during her struggles with Mark had only heightened her attraction.
By Saturday night, Amanda found herself in a dimly lit hotel bar, nursing a martini as she waited anxiously for Derek to arrive. When he entered wearing a tailored suit that clung to his muscular frame, Amanda’s heart raced. The attraction was palpable between them.
After their pleasantries and initial cautious sips of wine, Derek leaned in close. “I’ve been dying to kiss you for a year now,” he whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. Amanda felt a rush of adrenaline, any guilt or hesitation evaporating as his strong arms enveloped her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring as decades of long-denied desire erupted between them.
Hands roamed Feverishly over charged bodies as they stumbled back to the hotel suite, clothes left in crumpled heaps on the floor. On the plush king-sized bed, Derek kissing his way down her throat and between her breasts, Amanda felt Derek’s mouth enveloping one stiffened nipple. Her back arched as pleasure sizzled through her.
Derek slowly dragged his tongue downward, over Amanda’s toned stomach and settled between her legs. Her eyes rolled back as that velvety muscle found her swollen clit. Amanda moaned in ecstasy, the room spinning as Derek’s worship intensified. With a cry of release, she came explosively against his face.
But Derek was far from finished. Sheathed in a condom, he positioned himself above her, Amanda wrapping her legs around his taut waist. With a powerful thrust he entered her slick passage, and Amanda gasped in pleasure. The intense friction as Derek moved inside her had her toes curling in ecstasy. Their hips rocked frantically against each other as she met every powerful thrust. The headboard slammed against the wall with their Climaxing passion.
As Amanda clung to Derek’s sweat-slicked chest, both panting heavily, she realized with a shock that she could hear the shower running in the en-suite bathroom! “Oh my god, does that mean…Mark is here? Now?!” she stammered in disbelief. The undeniable sound of her husband urinating confirmed it.
Derek quickly pulled out, yanking away the used condom and stuffing it under a pillow. They grabbed for scattered clothing, frantically pulling on what they could grabbing nearby. “Quick, just act normal. Nothing happened!” Amanda whispered. Just as the bathroom door opened, revealing a startled Mark naked except for a towel slung low around his chiseled hips, they froze, senses reeling.
“Honey, what are you doing here?! And with Derek?!” Mark’s voice wavered between shock and accusation. Amanda scrambled mentally. “I-I called him for flu advice. I wasn’t feeling well, so he came over. In fact, he was just heading out,” she added meaningfully. Derek gave a awkward wave. “Yup, jokes on me I guess. I’ll catch you guys another time, huh?” With that, he slid out the door.
A heavy silence hung in the air, Amanda desperately hoping her cover wouldn’t blow. “Babe, this doesn’t seem like a sick girl’s hotel room to me,” Mark finally spoke, voice dangerously low. She mentally kicked herself. The rumpled bed, undisturbed room service tray, and her own tousled appearance certainly said otherwise.
Systems collidingHe crossed his arms. “I’m willingly to give you space, MMA but I’d hoped we stayed communicative. I’d never sleep around,” he announced firmly. She averted her guilty gaze. “I’m not sick, I’m sorry. I just needed a weekend away and followed a bad impulse. Derek’s here. He’ll be out soon.”
Her marriage teetered on a knife’s edge Amanda wondered if the tantalizing the taboo adventure would ultimately be worth the guaranteed heartache and havoc on her crisis imminent.
Appeared on swim demonstrated his strength, , an image of her sipping cocktails on a white sand beach with Derek flashed through her mind, making her ache. Amanda wasn’t sure, with her emotions scattered like the used hotel condom under the pillow, if she truly wanted to give up her marriage and the life she’d built. But one thing was certain – her rekindled lust was far from sated.
