I Got A Chance To Fuck My Friends Wife As I Wanted. My Friend Is Not At Home So I Didnt Miss The Opportunity

Title: “The Betrayal: Fucking My Best Friend’s Wife”

I’ve known Arif since we were kids. We grew up together, went to the same university, and even landed jobs at the same company. So when he approached me about doing a favor for him while he was away on business, I didn’t hesitate. Anything for my best mate, right?

Wrong. The bastard got me good.

“Hey Jasim, listen… I need a huge favor,” Arif said, that sly smile of his spreading across his podgy face. “Fariha and I are having some… marital difficulties. I was wondering if you could keep her company while I’m gone? You know, make sure she’s okay?”

I readily agreed, blinded by loyalty. Little did I know the honey trap he was setting for me.

Fariha, Arif’s wife, was a real looker. A petite, curvy brunette from a wealthy family, she had the sort of beauty that turned heads everywhere. We’d met a few times at parties and such, but I’d always treated her with respect, never harboring such naughty thoughts. She was my best mate’s wife, for crying out loud!

But when Arif left for his business trip, something shifted inside me. The forbidden fruit looked awfully tempting.

It started innocently enough – I’d often text Arif, keeping him updated about Fariha. How she was coping, what she was up to, that sort of thing. But slowly, the texts evolved. I’d wait till late at night, when Fariha would be in her nightgown, and send her risqué messages – admiring her beauty, indulging in a little flirting.

She was a willing participant, it seemed. Her replies would be salacious, megawatt smiles on her pretty face as she teased me back. I was crazy horny, my cock aching with lust, buried deep beneath layers of guilt.

Late last night, it all came to a head. I went to their place, and when she opened the door, I couldn’t help myself. I stepped inside, slammed the door shut, and pulled her against me, my hand cupping her heavy breast as I tangled my tongue with hers.

Fariha matched my enthusiasm, moaning into the kiss as she clawed at my back. “Jasim…” she breathed against my lips. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I hoisted her up, and her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom, kissing her all the way. I tossed her on the bed, a forceful hand pushing her down as I crawled over her, my nose trailing along her neck.

She trembled beneath me, her emerald eyes dark with desire, and my cock throbbed. With reckless abandon, I yanked at her clothes, revealing inch after inch of glistening mocha skin. She wasn’t shy about it, her hands roaming over my muscles as she divested me of my shirt.

Soon enough, we were a tangled mess of naked limbs, hot flesh sliding against flesh. I laved at her neck, my teeth nipping at her earlobe as my hands explored, discovering the secret patches that made her writhe. Fariha arched into me, wanton cries spilling from her lips.

“Oh god, Jasim!” She grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh as she bucked against me. “Don’t you dare stop!”

The glow from her makeup station illuminated her face – a moment of Halle Berry-esque vulnerability amidst her drowning lust. Her sacrifice left me distraught.

But there was no time for reflections. My breath came in ragged huffs, matching hers as my fingers slid into her moist heat. Fariha threw her head back with a gasp, hips jerking wildly and taking my probing fingers deeper. Her inner muscles quivered, clenching around the digits in ecstasy.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer – I was too worked up. With a growl, I pinned her down and thrust into her. She cried out in bliss, the smartphone amplifying her sounds. Clawing at my back, Fariha’s legs clamped around my waist as I pounded into her, the bed frame creaking and groaning beneath us.

My cock stretched her like never before, plundering depths no other man had ever reached. Heaved breaths pressed against my ear as she urged me on, her wanton cries bringing me closer to the edge. “Harder,” she demanded breathlessly, her words accented by the squelching sound of her wet pussy.

And I gave it to her – hard thrusts that had the bed rocking, jolts of pleasure shooting through my veins. The scent of our arousal hung thickly in the air, an intoxicating perfume that spurred my lust. This was what I’d been craving all along.

Her inner muscles began to contract around me, squeezing me like a vice as she neared her climax. “Yes, yes!” Fariha chanted, her voice growing louder and shriller with each thrust. “Don’t stop, Jasim!”

Spurred on by her encouragement, I pistoned my hips with a feverish intensity. Left, right, center, harder… each thrust was timed with a moan from her captive form. Her face was obscured in pleasure, providing the perfect chance for whacked poster photos.

She shattered around me with a scream, her pussy milking my cock as she climaxed hard. It was enough to push me over the edge. With a roar, I slammed deep one final time and exploded, spurting my hot cum deep inside her.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting and glistening with sweat. She clung to me, her naked body pressed against mine as we basked in the afterglow.

“Mmm, that was amazing,” she sighed, nuzzling my neck. “I always knew it’d be this good with you.”

Guilt niggled at me but I pushed it aside, focusing instead on the warmth of her body against mine. This was wrong, so so wrong. But damn, it felt so right.

We made love again, slower this time, savouring each other’s bodies. I worshipped hers, my mouth and hands exploring every inch, tracing the curves I’d come to know so intimately. She responded in kind, her touch igniting fires within me.

We collapsed together, spent and sated. As I lay there, stroking her hair, I couldn’t help but wonder if Arif suspected anything. The thought of him finding out sent a dark thrill through me. Regardless, I knew I’d keep seeing Fariha in secret, our affair a forbidden fruit I couldn’t resist.