My wife's friend and I have been having sex every chance we get

The next few days were torture. Naomi acted as if nothing had happened, smiling sweetly at me and helping my wife with dinner preparations. It was a masterful performance and I found myself both impressed and infuriated. I was addicted to the memory of her taste, the feel of her skin, the sound of her moans – all things I couldn’t openly acknowledge.

I tried to initiate a conversation, a furtive glance, anything that would signal a continuation of our illicit encounter. But she remained frustratingly neutral, her eyes sparkling with an amusement I couldn’t decipher. Was she playing me? Enjoying the power she held over me?

My wife, oblivious to the simmering tension, kept praising Naomi’s helpfulness and good company. Each compliment felt like a tiny dagger twisting in my gut. I was living a lie, forced to smile and nod while my body screamed for Naomi’s touch.

Then, finally, Lady Luck smirked my way.

My wife received an urgent call from her sister. A family emergency required her presence out of state for a couple of days. She was distraught and rushed, barely giving me time to process the situation before she was packing a bag and heading to the airport.

"Naomi will be here to keep you company," she said, grabbing my hand with a worried expression. "Promise me you won’t be lonely." Lonely? I was about to explode with a cocktail of lust, guilt, and anticipation.

As soon as the taxi pulled away, I felt a surge of adrenaline. The house felt different, charged with a forbidden energy. I found Naomi in the kitchen, humming a Caribbean tune as she washed dishes.

"Well," I said, trying to sound casual, "looks like it's just you and me."

She turned, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across her face. "So it seems."

Her eyes held a depth of knowing that sent shivers down my spine.

I took a step closer, my voice low and husky. "You know… about the other night… "

"What about it?" she purred, leaning against the counter, her arms crossed, accentuating her breasts beneath her thin tank top.

"I… I can't stop thinking about it." The words tumbled out, raw and desperate.

"Is that so?" She raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. "Maybe I should leave then. Wouldn't want you getting into trouble while your wife is away."

"No! Don't go," I blurted out, reaching for her hand. "Please. I need you."

Her fingers intertwined with mine, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. "And what exactly do you need, hmm?"

I didn't answer. I simply pulled her closer, my lips crashing against hers in a hungry kiss. It was like a dam had burst, releasing all the pent-up desire and frustration. Her lips were soft and yielding, her tongue dancing with mine, tasting of soap and something infinitely sweeter.

We kissed for what felt like an eternity, our bodies pressed together, her curves molding perfectly against mine. My hands roamed her back, tracing the contours of her spine, cupping her firm ass.

She broke the kiss, breathless, her eyes dark with passion. "Let's go to the bedroom," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I didn't need to be told twice. I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her through the hallway and into the master bedroom. I laid her gently on the bed, my eyes devouring her as I trailed kisses down her neck and chest.

She giggled as I pulled off her tank top, revealing her full, round breasts, her nipples hard and erect. I cupped them in my hands, teasing them with my thumbs, before lowering my head to suckle.

She moaned and arched her back, her fingers tangling in my hair. The sound drove me wild. I wanted her, needed her, more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

I stripped off my clothes, my erection throbbing with anticipation. Her eyes widened as she took in my size, a predatory gleam in her gaze.

"God, you're magnificent," she breathed, reaching out to stroke my length.

I shuddered at her touch, my control slipping away. I straddled her, my cock hovering over her entrance.

"Please," she begged, her voice thick with need. "I can't wait any longer."

I plunged inside her, a primal groan escaping my lips. She was tight, hot, and wet, enveloping me completely. We moved together in a frenzied rhythm, our bodies slick with sweat, our moans and gasps echoing through the room.

I lost myself in the moment, forgetting everything but the pure, unadulterated pleasure of being inside her. She was a goddess, a temptress, and I was her willing slave.

As I reached the peak, I felt a surge of power and dominance. I gripped her hips, thrusting deeper and harder, until I finally exploded, filling her with my seed.

I collapsed on top of her, our bodies intertwined, our breathing ragged. We lay there for a long time, basking in the afterglow, the silence broken only by the sound of our beating hearts.

Finally, she stirred, pushing me off her gently. "That was… incredible," she said, her voice soft and breathless.

I looked at her, my heart pounding in my chest. I had just cheated on my wife, and I felt… exhilarated.

"I know," I said, my voice husky with emotion. "I… I think I'm falling in love with you."

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of surprise, maybe even fear, in her gaze. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a sly, knowing smile.

"Don't say that," she whispered, tracing a finger across my lips. "This is just a game, remember? A little fun while your wife is away."

"But I don't want it to be just a game," I protested, my voice pleading. "I want you. I want us."

She shook her head, her smile fading. "You can't have us," she said, her voice firm. "You have a wife. And I'm her friend. We can't do this."

"But I can't help how I feel," I cried, my voice desperate. "I love you, Naomi."

She stood up, pulling the sheet around her naked body. "Don't," she said, her voice sharp. "Don't ruin this by saying things you don't mean. We had fun. Let's leave it at that."

She turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving me alone with my guilt, my lust, and my newfound love for my wife's best friend. I knew she was right. We couldn't be together. But I also knew that I would never forget the taste of her, the feel of her, the moment she looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire, and said, "Cum for me, baby." That memory would haunt me forever. Her pussy was addictive. 

After that first night, all bets were off. Naomi and I fucked like rabbits. We tore each other's clothes off with reckless abandon, not caring if things got broken in the process. I thought we might actually break the damn couch at one point, we were so passionate and vigorous.

When my wife returned from her trip, I assumed things would be super awkward between us. I was paranoid that she'd pick up on the sexual tension crackling in the air. But Naomi and I were pros at playing it cool. To my shock, my wife didn't seem to notice anything amiss.

So Naomi and I continued our risky behavior. We had some of the hottest, wildest sex of my life during that time. I'll never forget the night we fucked right on the kitchen counter, mere hours after my wife left for dinner with her office friends. Naomi was bent over the counter, her round ass on full display. I took her hard and fast, grunting with the effort. She was crying out, all slutty moans and screams as I pounded into her tight heat. I remember thinking that's the hottest I've ever felt. To my surprise she didn't reach orgasm though.

For weeks we continued our torrid affair under my wife's nose. I was in a constant state of horny arousal, ready to jump Naomi at a moment's notice. And she was just as eager, always dressed in the sexiest, most revealing outfits that left very little to the imagination. At times I felt bad but the guilt was so overshadowed by the lust. It was intoxicating, addictive. I couldn't get enough.

Until that one wild morning. My wife woke me up enthusiastically, her mouth already wrapped around my hardening cock. She stroked and sucked me with her masterful technique until I was throbbing and ready to burst. At the last moment, she climbed on top of me, sinking down on my shaft with a blissful moan. She rode me hard and fast, her breasts bouncing enticingly. Her pussy was sopping wet and clenching around me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. When she arched her back, really grinding down on me, I lost it. I came deep inside her with a strangled groan, overcome by the intensity of it.

In the afterglow, my wife kissed me sweetly and got ready for work. I felt...different. I realized my affair with Naomi wasn't as satisfying as I thought. Sex with my own wife was intimate, emotional, powerful in a way those illicit romps never could be. I wasn't sure what I was going to do.

Naomi sauntered into the bedroom then, wearing a tiny silk robe. She gave me a saucy smile as she stripped it off. "Your turn."

I barely heard her, lost in my epiphany. Something had shifted. The thought of sex with Naomi now felt cheap and empty in comparison to what I'd just experienced with my wife. But as I continued to look  upon her my cock became rock solid.  

Naomi and I took a shower together. I had her lifted up against the wall as she sat on top of my dick. Naomi was an amazing kisser, it was hard not to bus in her again. We continued to fuck in the guest room. I took her from behind, slapping her ass as she screamed my name. I came for a third time that morning on top of her ass.

I swear that day ended up being one of the most productive days I’ve had in a while.

Note: This is part two of a custom storyline. I'm working on several stories feel free to dm me if you'd like for me to write about your fantasy.