Husband’s best friend fucked me next to my husband

The night air was thick with tension and forbidden desire as I lay in bed next to my unsuspecting husband, Mark. Our marriage had been stale for months, the spark long extinguished from our once-charged love life. But tonight, all of that would change.

I had invited our best friend, Jake, over for dinner, knowing full well what would happen. Jake and I had been sneaking around behind Mark’s back for weeks now, our casual flirting blossoming into a full-blown affair. And tonight, I planned to push things even further.

As we ate dinner, the sexual tension between Jake and I was palpable. My husband, oblivious as always, prattled on about work and football, while Jake and I exchanged heated glances. With every passing minute, I could feel my pussy growing wetter with anticipation.

After dinner, I excused myself to go change into something “more comfortable.” I emerged from the bedroom in a tiny negligee, the thin fabric barely concealing my curves. Mark didn’t seem to notice, but Jake’s eyes darkened with lust.

Taking a deep breath, I made my move. “Honey, Jake and I are going to take a little walk around the block,” I said, throwing my husband a apologetic look. “I’ll be back soon.”

Mark just shrugged, too engrossed in his football game to care. Jake and I slipped out the back door and into the night, our hearts pounding with the thrill of the forbidden.

As soon as we were out of sight, Jake pushed me up against the wall of our house, his mouth claiming mine in a searing kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair. We stayed like that for a few moments, lost in our passion, before Jake .

“I want you,” he growled, his hands roaming over my body. “I want to fuck you right here, where anyone could see us.”

“Then do it,” I breathed, already positioning myself for him. “Take me, right now.”

With a groan, Jake yanked down my panties and freed his thick, hard cock. I barely had time to catch my breath before he was inside me, filling me up in one powerful thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, pounding into me with abandon. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. “Harder, Jake,” I moaned, not caring who might hear us. “Fuck me harder.”

Jake obliged, his hips slamming against mine with bruising force. I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside me. Just as I was about to come, Jake pulled out abruptly.

“Not yet,” he said with a wicked grin. “I have something better in mind.”

He pulled me into our bedroom, where Mark was still engrossed in his game. Jake pushed me down onto the bed, spreading my legs wide.

“Just keep playing, Mark,” he said, a dark chuckle in his voice. “Don’t mind us.”

With that, he drove his cock back inside me, fucking me hard and fast right in front of my oblivious husband. I couldn’t help but moan, the taboo nature of it all only heightening my pleasure.

Jake fucked me with wild abandon, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. I could feel my orgasm approaching again, my pussy clenching around his cock.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasped, my senses overwhelmed by the sensation. “Fuck, Jake, I’m gonna come all over your cock.”

With a roar, Jake slammed into me one final time, his cock exploding inside me. I felt his hot seed filling me up, and that was all it took to push me over the edge. I came with a scream, my pussy milking Jake’s cock for every last drop.

As we both came down from our highs, I noticed Mark looking at us, his eyes wide with shock and betrayal. I felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overridden by the lingering pleasure coursing through my body.

“I’m so sorry, Mark,” I said, my voice hoarse. “But I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I needed this. I needed him.”

Mark said nothing, simply turning away from us and walking out of the room. Jake and I looked at each other, both of us unsure of what to say.

In the end, we decided to take things one day at a time. Mark moved out a few days later, but Jake and I continued our affair. I knew it was wrong, knew I should feel guilty, but I couldn’t deny the passion and excitement I felt with Jake.

Maybe this was just the beginning of a new chapter in my life. A chapter filled with passion, forbidden pleasures, and the thrill of living on the edge. Only time would tell.