My Best Friend's Wife
When Heather learns I’ve had a vasectomy, the temptation is too great to resist
(Here’s another new one for you sinners out there.)
I didn't want her because she was married to him. That was beside the point.
At least, that was the lie I told myself. He had nothing to do with it, right? How fucked up would it be to want someone just because it's wrong? How messed up would I have to be if I wanted to sleep with her simply because she was married to my best friend?
But Heather was hot. She was also intelligent and hilarious, none of which helped.
She also flirted with me. And I flirted back. And if Bobby noticed, he didn't say a word. He trusted us entirely and would never suspect a thing, and besides, what's wrong with a bit of flirting here and there?
Naturally, I was only too happy to check in on her when he was out of town. She gets lonely, you know. Most of her friends moved away after they got married, and besides, I was over there a few times a week, so why stop just because Bobby was in Chicago?
Heather met me at the door with a kiss on my cheek. I smiled and laughed as I joined her in the kitchen to mix drinks before moving to the back deck. The sun was setting, the night was warm, and Heather made delicious cocktails.
What's more innocent than a classic daiquiri?
"Bobby told me you got snipped. How are you doing?"
"Oh, the procedure was over a month ago; it was nothing. I'm feeling great!" I said, pretending I hadn't already imagined this conversation a dozen times. Pretending that some part of me didn't know that losing my ability to father children would lead to temptation.
"I get this feeling you're going to enjoy your newfound freedom," Heather said, turning to face me. Our chairs were close together, and her dress clung to her curves as if it was barely there.
Did I mention we were close together?
"I'll try to behave," I said, raising my glass in a toast. It was as good a gesture as any, right?
"I hope you don't behave too much," she said, her voice low and mischievous. "I'm going to want stories."
"Heather, you already inspire my worst instincts; if you keep at it, I'm going to become a complete degenerate."
"I certainly hope so," she said, turning ever so slightly away from me. Her neck left me craving blood and tears, and I watched, as if in a dream, as my hand reached out and touched her cheek.
"You and Bobby still used condoms, right?"
The moment the words were out of my mouth, I realized they were the wrong ones.
Also, the right ones.
"Every time," she said, pressing her face against my hand. Her skin was soft and inviting, and I leaned in closer until our mouths were just inches away. "And, of course, that makes me want it more. It's been so long since I felt someone…."
I kissed her before she could finish the sentence. Heather's hesitation lasted a single breath if it existed to begin with. I wrapped her up in my arms as I felt her warm body shiver beneath the light fabric of her dress, and without a word, she was on my lap as we stared into each other's eyes.
I kissed her neck as she let her dress slip down until my mouth found a breast. She leaned back and sighed, and I was stiff and aching like never before. Each shift in her hips made me want her more until all I could think about was dragging her upstairs and making fierce love to her for hours.
"You're so hard," she moaned as she sat up enough that my erection was visible to us both. I watched as she swiftly undid my pants and took me into her hands. Looking into my eyes, she stroked me gently, moaning softly with each touch.
"This is such a bad idea," I said, slipping my hands up her thighs and beneath her dress. When I gripped her ass, I felt myself grow faint, and even the setting sun couldn't save me.
"It's a terrible idea," she whispered as I pushed her thin white panties to one side. "Imagine how guilty we'd feel if you fucked me here? Just like this? Imagine how awful it would be if you put your bare cock in me and didn't stop until you came?"
I kissed her again as she rubbed me against her wet lips. She hovered above me as we waited an eternity for one of us to grow a conscience and turn away.
"Maybe you deserve it just this once," I hear myself say.
"It has been a long time," she whispered, taking the head of my cock inside her. "And besides, you can't get me pregnant, so it almost doesn't count."
"Nobody would ever have to know…."
Before I could finish, Heather let herself fall against me, my cock filling her in one irreversible second of unadulterated pleasure. She was warm and tight, and somehow our bodies fit together so well that I would have sworn nobody ever felt so good.
"Oh god, I've missed this," she moaned, rolling her hips over me as our bodies joined fully together. "I hate how much better it feels. And how much I love it."
I kissed her again as I thrust into her while lifting her with both hands on her ass. We quickly found a rhythm, and our mouths didn't part as we began to fuck faster and harder with each passing second.
Somehow, I managed to move her to her back beneath me without ever slipping out of her, and as I lay her down, we both stared in awe at the sight of my bare cock inside her. Heather reached between us to rub her clit as we fucked, and neither of us could look away.
Every bit of skin that touched skin felt perfect and alive, and each time we kissed, it was with more and more urgency. Heather gripped my ass, pulling me deeper inside her, and I spread her legs wide as we fucked like we had been born for it.
"I want you to come," she moaned as I pretended I didn't want the same thing.
"Are you sure?" I asked, slowing down for the longest second in the history of the world.
"We've already gone this far; I'm not stopping now. Besides, it's all a dream, remember? It's not real."
"It certainly feels real," I said as I started to fuck her again, this time with a singular goal. Heather held my face, kissed me, and then bit her lip as I sped towards the inevitable. Each time I was deepest inside her, I wondered if I could live without doing this again, without feeling this again. And each time she moaned my name, her fingers moving madly between us, I imagined it would never end.
"Oh god," I cried as my body tensed and tightened.
"Please don't stop," she cried as she clenched around me.
And then I kissed her again as I began to come, my cock buried deep inside her with no plans to stop. Heather opened her eyes wide as she felt me let go, and together we clung to each sensation with so much desperation to remember that they burned into my mind and body.
"I just came inside you," I said stupidly. "So much. And so hard."
"It's almost like I begged for it," Heather said with a kiss. "Fuck, that was amazing."
We stayed like that for a long time before I finally pulled out, both of us looking down at the proof of our sins. She touched herself before letting me taste her fingers, and for a brief moment, we were the only two people in the world.
"No regrets?" I asked as I helped her smooth her dress down.
"Are you leaving?"
"Only if you want me to," I said.
"In that case, no," she said, sitting up and kissing me again. "Especially if you take me inside, undress me, and drag me to the shower."
"And then?" I asked, feeling my body shiver with guilty anticipation.
"And then you can fuck me again. If this is just tonight, and I'm guessing it is, then I want to make the most of it."
"If it's just tonight, let's pretend we have forever."
I helped her up as behind me, the sun vanished in a green flash. We kissed again in the warm night air, our bodies gentle and familiar as I held her to me.
Inside, the shower was nearly hot enough to wash away our weakness.
But nowhere near hot enough to stop us.
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