I wish I could remember everything about the night it started. I’ve gone over and over it so many times, willing my brain to lift the vodka fog and remember what he said, yet it doesn’t come.
It was April 2014 and a group of us were heading out for dinner and drinks to celebrate one of the gang’s birthdays. I hadn’t seen him in a while, he was always working when we were getting together. I fancied him. However he was one of my husband’s good friends, a secret crush never to be acted on.
As soon as we arrived at the restaurant, I saw him, he looked stunning. Everyone greeting each other he comes over, puts his hand on the small of my back as he kisses my cheek.
“You look sensational,” he whispered and I felt myself blushing.
“Thank you”; I somehow managed to squeak in reply. My mouth had gone dry. I told myself to snap out of it, it’s a compliment, he’s that sort of guy, it means nothing.
We were sat at opposite ends of the table for the meal and I didn’t get the chance to talk to him but as soon as we moved onto the bar he gravitated towards me. We all moved into the booth, drinks were poured, I can feel his leg against mine as we all clinked glasses and then he turns to me.
We chat, I find him fascinating, hearing him talk about his job, we are very close, the music is really loud and it’s the only way I can hear him. We are holding hands, one of the group notices, makes a comment, he tells him he hasn’t seen me in ages and we are catching up, my husband isn’t bothered, neither his fiancée .
Someone suggests dancing. I follow him and some of the group to the dance floor. It’s heaving and we are all pushed together, I can feel him behind me his hard cock pushing against my ass.
“Look what you do to me” he says in my ear. I’m trying not to react, trying to make sure noone notices but I can’t help reach round and rub it through his trousers, he growls in my ear and then starts spinning me around dancing.
It’s not long before the friends we were sharing a taxi with are mentioning about leaving but I’m not ready, I can’t leave him yet.
“You two can stay at ours if you aren’t ready to go yet?” he volunteered. My husband looked at me for approval, I nodded. He thanked him. Once again we are back close talking and drinking. I want to remember what he said, I remember wishing everyone would just fuck off, I wanted to kiss him, taste him and it seemed the feeling was mutual.
By the time we were ready to leave I was so horny, frustrated and also wondering how the hell I could be in the same house as him and not be able to touch him. We arrived at his, his partner asks if we are hungry, goes to put food on. Says she will show me the spare room, I want to take my heels and my jewellery off and make myself more comfortable.
I’m sitting on the bed when he comes in. He puts his finger to his lips then pulls me to him and kisses me. My pussy nearly erupts I’m that turned on, but then something kicks in. I ask him what he’s doing, our partners are both downstairs.
“What I’ve wanted to do since I saw you” he replies. He kisses me again before I pull away telling him we can’t do this.
He tells me to sit on the bed. He wants me to do one more thing then he will leave.
“Take your panties off – I want to kiss your pussy” he tells me. I slide them off. I’m sitting in my dress with no underwear on the bed in his spare room with both our partners downstairs and he is licking my clit like an ice cream cone. I want more but I can’t. I push him away and he tells me I taste better than anything he’s ever tasted. He kisses me again, I can taste myself on his lips and he walks out.
I make my way downstairs – I’m not really hungry for food but I nibble and drink some water, trying to get my head round what happened. He hasn’t come back down and I want to see him again. I excuse myself saying I’m so tired and are heading to bed. She asks if I can check in on him to make sure he’s ok, I nod and wish them both good night.
Upstairs I knock on their bedroom door, I ask if he’s ok, come in he says. He’s had a shower, he just has a towel round him and I can see his cock through the towel. Fuck me I’ve never seen anything like that before, it’s huge! I walk towards him and kiss him like a woman possessed. I run my hands over the towel, he drops it.
“Touch me please” he whispers. I wrap my hand round his cock, it’s so big, so hard. I start wanking him off, kissing him again. Then I realise I have to stop – our partners could come upstairs at anytime. I stop touching him.
“Don’t stop” he says.
“I have to “ I reply. One more kiss and I go to leave the room.
“Do you know how hard I’m going to be knowing you’re naked in the room next door” he says, I smile and walk out, catching my breath I go to my room, strip off my dress and get into bed. I’m so horny I have to make myself cum. My husband comes up to bed and we fuck but it’s definitely not him I’m thinking about, it’s his friends tongue on my clit.
My brain tells me this can’t happen again. It just can’t, it’s too dangerous and the worse type of betrayal. But I know I will fuck him. I just don’t know when and for how long.
