[PI] “Say it. Tell me that my pussy feels better than hers ever did."

“Fuck, baby,” Dan groaned. She was tight, tighter than he ever remembered Allie being. His hands grasped at her hips, pulling her body down onto him as she rode on top.

His eyes fell to her perky breasts. With each drop and thrust, they bounced hypnotically. He got lost just watching her caramel areolas dancing before him. It almost made him blow way earlier than intended.

“Say it,” Darcy moaned. She pressed her hands against his pecks and began to work him with just her hips. “Tell me that my pussy feels better than hers *ever* did,” her words came out in a slurred growl. Dan didn’t know what to do.

Darcy was Allie’s best friend. ‘Was’ being the operative word. For years, Darcy had come over and spent time at Allie and Dan’s house. She was the unofficial third wheel in their marriage. Hell, the ‘guest room’ in their house was essentially her own home away from home.

When Allie and Dan broke up for the last time, Darcy hadn’t waited long to pounce. She knew what she wanted and took it. That was who she was, and who she had always been.

She had brought a plate of cookies over, a sweet gesture. But she had also brought tequila. A couple of drinks, some slurred admissions, and here they were. Darcy grabbed her phone and pointed it down at Dan’s face and smirked behind the screen.

“Say it again, baby,” she encouraged as her body continued to work him fully. Darcy’s hips fell, pelvis meeting pelvis, before rising again nearly to the head and then down again. She was riding slower now, controlling the pace.

“So good… so tight…” Dan groaned. Darcy’s hand gripped his chin and turned his face towards her. She clicked her tongue cautiously, like a parent gently admonishing their kid.

“No, no. Say it. Tell me how much better, how much tighter I am. Tell me how long you’ve wanted me,” Darcy said, her voice clear and firm.

Dan couldn’t deny the allegation. Every time Darcy and Allie had a drunken night, Dan tucked them both in. His hands never roamed her body, but his eyes did. She was gorgeous, and it was hard for him to resist the carnal urge.

Darcy was fit, petite, blonde, and funny. She had a joy that radiated off of her and she was electric in a group setting. When people spoke to her, they felt like the only one in the world. Dan’s attraction to her was more than physicality.

“You’re so much tighter, your pussy is so much better than hers,” he roared as he pulled her down to the hilt on him. His feet planted on the couch cushion and he began thrusting up at a fever pitch. Allie be damned, Dan was going to enjoy this.

“Better than who’s, baby?” She squealed in delight.

“You’re so much better than my wife! God, you’re so much fucking better, so much tighter. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Dan pulled her down one last time and he felt his cock begin to throb. It shot load after load of warm sperm inside of her. She moaned along with him, her hips grinding her pussy against his crotch as he filled her up.

When he finished filling her, she laid down on him, chest to chest. They both panted and took a moment to recover from the overwhelming taboo and pleasure. Finally, after a few minutes, she slipped off of him. His cum leaked into a pool just above his crotch.

“So… same time tomorrow?” Allie laughed, slipping her wedding ring back onto her finger. Dan nodded, his breath still ragged in his chest.

“Give me an hour and I’ll be ready for you again, Darcy,” he smirked and his wife leaned in for a deep kiss. “Hot damn, this roleplaying shit is great, isn’t it? Maybe next time, you could borrow one of Darcy’s shirts or something to make it more realistic?” He offered.

“Maybe next time, I’ll actually let you fuck her,” Allie mused. Her finger trailed a circle around his hair nipple before she leaned in and kissed him once more. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. Best I ever had.”