He fucks his best friend’s wife

“The Temptress Next Door”

Marcos has been inseparable friends withanks.com/Daniel since high school. They’ve been through thick and thin together, and Marcos even stood as best man at Daniel’s wedding to the stunning, Ukraine-born Oxana. With her flawless pale skin, fierce green eyes, and seductive curves, Oxana turned heads everywhere she went. But she only had eyes for Daniel, or so it seemed…

Marcos found himself increasingly distracted by desire, his mind drifting to forbidden fantasies about the beautiful woman who was off-limits. Whenever he visited Daniel and Oxana’s mansion on the weekends, he struggled to keep his eyes from lingering on Oxana’s ample cleavage, hourglass figure, and pert, round ass that stretched her tight skirts to the limit. He told himself it was just lust, a normal reaction to her raw, animalistic sex appeal. But deep down, he knew it was more than that.

Late one Sunday evening, after a few glasses of whiskey, the desire became too much to bear. Marcos snuck into the house and tiptoed upstairs, his heart pounding. She’d left the bedroom door slightly ajar, and he couldn’t help himself. He slipped inside, his eyes drinking in the sight of Oxana sprawled naked across the king-sized bed, her porcelain skin glowing in the moonlight.

“Daniel?” she murmured, half-asleep. “Is that you?”

Unable to resist, Marcos climbed onto the bed. “It’s me,” he said, his voice low. “Marcos.”

Oxana’s eyes snapped open and she gasped. “What are you doing? Get out!”

But Marcos was too far gone, his body and mind consumed by a dark, visceral hunger. He pinned her arms above her head and silenced her cries with a rough, needy kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth. Oxana struggled and bit his lip, but he could taste her arousal. Her nipples hardened and she arched her back as he kneaded her breasts roughly.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Marcos groaned, his hand delving between her thighs to stroke her wet folds. Oxana shuddered and moaned, her hips undulating against his touch. “Fuck, you’re soaked. You want this too, don’t you?”

“N-no, we can’t,” Oxana panted, even as she spread her legs wider. “My husband… He’s your best friend…”

Marcos silenced her protests with another bruising kiss. “He doesn’t have to know. I won’t tell if you won’t.” He freed his cock and rubbed the swollen head through her slick slit. “I don’t care. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. Until you never forget who you really belong to.”

With that, he thrust into her tight heat, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. Oxana keened and clung to him, her nails raking down his back as he began to fuck her hard and fast. The bed creaked and shook, their skin slapping together as Marcos pounded into her willing body.

“Harder,” Oxana demanded, her eyes wild with lust. “Fuck me harder, Marcos. Destroy my husband’s pretty little wife.”

Marcos snarled and flipped her over, mounting her from behind like a dog. His fingers dug into her round ass as he drove into her harder, watch her big tits bounce with every thrust. Oxana screamed through bitten lips, trying to quiet the lewd noises of their coupling.

“Such a filthy slut,” Marcos growled, slapping her ass hard. “Riding your husband’s best friend and loving every second.”

“So good,” Oxana mewled, pushing back against him. “I love your big cock. Fuck me, fuck me!”

Marcos could feel his climax building, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing deep inside her gripping sheath. “I’m going to cum,” he warned, his rhythm stuttering. “Fill you up like the dirty little whore you are.”

“Do it,” Oxana hissed, clenching around him. “Pump me full of your hot seed. Breed me!”

With a hoarse cry, Marcos slammed into her one last time and exploded, painting her insides with his thick, frothy release. Oxana came with him, screaming her pleasure to the rafters as she milked him for every last drop.

Completely spent, the two lay tangled in a sweaty, sated heap, listening to each other’s breathing. As the last waves of pleasure faded, reality came crashing down. What had they done? It was a betrayal, a sin. Oxana felt hot tears on her cheeks.

“A-are you going to tell…?” she asked tremulously.

Marcos pressed a soft kiss to her trembling mouth. “No. Only if you don’t want this to happen again.”

He smoothed her hair from her face, studying her with raw hunger. “Because make no mistake, Oxana. This changes everything. I’m going to fuck you whenever I damn well please. Whenever Daniel isn’t around to satisfy the wants of my cock.”

Oxana shivered at the promise in his eyes. She knew she should protest, that it was wrong. She was a married woman! But oh, how her body thrummed with need, her pussy already aching to be filled by Marcos’s thick, pulsing length again. Had she been fooling herself about her commitment to Daniel? Did she secretly crave these forbidden moments, this delicious sin?

It didn’t matter anymore, did it? Now that the flood gates had opened, there was no going back. She was Marcos’s, just as much as she was Daniel’s. Her destiny was sealed, her fate written in the gutters and grooves of her pale, trembling flesh. Let the games begin…