*My Husband’s Best Friend

 

It was a rainy Friday night in Seattle. The sound of heavy rain pattered against the large windows of our suburban home. My husband, Ryan, had invited his old college buddy, Alex, over for dinner and drinks. Alex was in town for a week for a work conference, and Ryan insisted he stay with us instead of a hotel.

I’m Sarah, 28 years old, with long dark hair, curvy hips, and full breasts that Ryan always loved showing off when we went out. That night I was wearing a simple but tight white tank top with no bra and gray yoga pants that hugged my ass nicely. I could feel Alex’s eyes on me more than once during dinner.

After we finished eating, the guys moved to the living room with a bottle of whiskey. I cleaned up in the kitchen, occasionally glancing over at them. Ryan was already getting pretty drunk, laughing loudly and telling old stories. Alex, on the other hand, seemed more in control. He was tall, muscular, with a deep voice and a confident smile that made my stomach flutter a little.

Around midnight, Ryan’s eyes started drooping. “Babe, I’m fucked,” he slurred, standing up unsteadily. “I’m gonna crash. Alex, make yourself at home, okay? Sarah will take care of you.”

Ryan gave me a quick sloppy kiss on the cheek and stumbled upstairs to our bedroom. The house grew quiet except for the rain and the low hum of the TV.

Alex and I were left alone in the living room. He poured himself another drink and looked at me.

“You don’t have to stay up for me, Sarah,” he said, his voice smooth.

“It’s fine,” I replied, sitting on the couch across from him. “I’m not that sleepy yet.”

We talked for a while — about his job in New York, life in Seattle, and old college memories. But the tension was building. I kept noticing how his eyes lingered on my chest, on the way my nipples were faintly visible through the thin white fabric. My pussy was already starting to feel warm and wet.

After some time, Alex stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the rain.

“Ryan is lucky,” he said suddenly, without turning around. “He has a wife like you.”

I felt my cheeks heat up. “Thanks…”

He turned around, his eyes dark with lust. “You know… he told me once that you have a wild side. That you like it rough sometimes.”

My heart started pounding. Ryan and Alex had always been close — they shared almost everything. Apparently, that included details about our sex life.

I didn’t know what to say. But my body was betraying me. My nipples were now hard and clearly poking against my tank top.

Alex stepped closer, towering over me. “Sarah… if you want me to stop, just say it right now.”

I stayed silent, breathing faster.

He reached down and slowly traced a finger along my collarbone, then lower, brushing over my hard nipple through the fabric. I gasped softly.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Before I could overthink it, Alex pulled me up from the couch and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth as his big hands grabbed my ass, squeezing firmly. I moaned into the kiss, my hands running over his broad chest.

He broke the kiss and pulled my tank top up, exposing my breasts. His mouth immediately latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting gently while his hand pinched the other. My knees felt weak.

“Alex… we shouldn’t…” I whispered, even as my hips pressed against him.

“Ryan’s passed out upstairs,” he said against my skin. “He won’t know. And you want this… I can feel how wet you are already.”

He slid his hand inside my yoga pants, finding my soaked pussy. Two thick fingers rubbed my clit in slow circles, making me whimper.

“Oh god…” I moaned.

Alex pushed my pants and panties down in one motion. I stepped out of them, now completely naked from the waist down. He turned me around and bent me over the back of the couch. I heard him unzip his jeans.

His cock was thick and hard. I felt the head press against my dripping entrance.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled.

“I want it… please fuck me,” I begged, my voice shaking with lust.

Alex thrust into me in one powerful stroke, stretching my pussy wide open. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me completely. He was bigger than Ryan, and the feeling was intense.

He started fucking me hard from behind, his hips slapping against my ass with every deep thrust. One hand gripped my hair, the other reached around to rub my clit.

“Such a tight little slut for your husband’s best friend,” he groaned. “You like getting fucked while Ryan sleeps upstairs?”

“Yes… fuck yes…” I moaned loudly, no longer caring how loud I was.

He pounded me faster, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filling the room. My orgasm was building quickly.

“I’m gonna cum…” I gasped.

“Cum on my cock, Sarah. Let me feel it.”

My body exploded. I came hard, my pussy clenching around his thick cock as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Alex didn’t stop — he kept thrusting through my orgasm, making it even more intense.

Finally, with a deep groan, he pulled out and shot thick ropes of hot cum all over my ass and lower back.

We both stayed there panting for a minute. Then Alex helped me clean up quickly with some tissues.

“Ryan can never know,” I whispered, still trembling.

Alex smirked. “Our little secret… for now.”

He kissed me once more, slow and deep, before we both went upstairs — me to my sleeping husband, and Alex to the guest room.

But I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.