His Best Friend's Wife

by Ann Omasta

  When I slid my hand up her soft thigh, under the fabric of her flimsy dress, I almost came on the spot when I realized she wasn't wearing any panties. Just when I thought this woman couldn't get any sexier, she hits it out of the park.

  I groaned deep in my throat as she guided my hand with her own to her slick front. "You're so wet." I whispered the appreciative words into her mouth.

  "For you," she confirmed, panting as I spread her open enough to slide a finger within her folds while I used my thumb to circle her already swollen clit. She moved her body against my hand, silently asking for more. My cock ached to take the place of my fingers.

  I felt utterly frantic for her, but I didn't really want to fuck her for the first time standing up in an elevator. I wanted to make love to her in a way that would convey the strong feelings I felt for her, but I feared I was going to lose control right then.

  When she grappled for the button on my fly, I grabbed her hand. I knew this was the point of no return and I wanted to make love to her in my bed. Well, my bed for tonight, at least.

  "There are probably cameras on this elevator," I suggested, looking up and thinking her inhibitions would kick in.

  "Let the security guards get off watching us go at it," her grin was ornery as she resumed her efforts to loosen my pants.

  I had never seen this side of her, and I liked it. I told her as much before saying, "I want to do unspeakable things to you, and I'd like to be in the privacy of my hotel room to do them."

  That sizzling admission stopped her in her tracks. I watched her pull back and feared that I had gone too far and frightened her off. My eyes couldn't help watching the long pale column of her throat as she swallowed before responding.

  Overwhelming relief flooded my system when she finally responded. "Well, let's go then."

  6

  I suddenly felt nervous as I tried to swipe the keycard in the lock on my room's door. The thought crossed my mind that Dirk was on this floor. I hoped he wouldn't escort his bimbo down to the elevator and see me in the hallway with his wife.

  I don't know why it should matter. The man was having an affair. Deep down, though, I knew that what Cassie and I were getting ready to do was the ultimate betrayal. Whether the man deserved it or not, this was not right.

  Despite the sudden rush of guilt, I also knew that there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to stop this hot, fast-moving freight train. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. If I didn't jump at the chance, I would wonder for the rest of my life what it would have been like. I couldn't do that to my future self.

  From the small taste of her that I had in the elevator, I knew that Cassie would be everything I had dreamed of and so much more. This was going to be the most memorable night ever, and I wasn't about to let my guilt over Dirk ruin it. I could spend the rest of my days feeling bad about my betrayal of my best friend, but he was not invited into my room tonight––even within the confines of my head. Tonight was about Cassie and (finally) me.

  Cassie put her hand over mine as I fumbled with the lock. "Are you nervous?" Her voice sounded husky.

  I didn't look at her, but I responded honestly. "I've wanted this for so long."

  She leaned in close to my ear to whisper, "Me too." Then she took the key card, swiped it smoothly through the opening, and sauntered into my room like she owned it.

  I silently wished that I had kept my room tidier, but there was nothing I could do about that now. She was here, with me, and I was going to use my body to show her my true feelings. If nothing else, I wanted this to be the best night of sex ever for her.

  My bathroom light was on, which gave a romantic glow to the sterile hotel room. I gazed at her, blinking and not quite able to believe she was really here with me.

  She was looking back at me as if thinking the same thing. I prayed that she wasn't having second thoughts about our tryst. When she spoke, her words made my heart race. "Dirk's room isn't right next door, is it?"

  I guess he came into the room with us without my permission, I grumbled silently. I couldn't blame her for being worried. We both knew that what we were doing was wrong, yet I didn't have the strength to stop it. If Cassie changed her mind, I would let her go, though. It would practically kill me to do it, but I couldn't hurt her.

  I started to ask if she wanted to leave, but the words caught in my throat. They refused to come out. Instead, I answered her question. "His room is down the hall."

  "Good." Cassie responded immediately.

  My mind was whirling, fear icing my veins, as I wondered if she was planning to go to Dirk's room. Some distorted side of my brain was worried about her finding the other woman there. Why I would be concerned about that, considering the plans I had for Cassie in my room, was beyond me.

  Cassie eased my fears with her next words. "I don't plan on being quiet tonight, and he shouldn't have to hear me fucking his best friend."

  Her use of the f-word surprised me. It wasn't her usual style, but it was oddly arousing––especially since she was referencing doing it with me. We stood still for a moment as I processed her provocative words. I felt a little tipsy from the shots I had slammed, but I knew I wanted to remember this heady, top-of-the-world feeling for the rest of my life.

  Just when I thought things couldn't get much better, Cassie stunned me yet again. She looked boldly into my eyes as she lifted the flimsy wisp of silky fabric that was her dress over her head. I had already known that she wasn't wearing any panties, and I was pleased to find that she hadn't bothered with a bra either.

  She tossed the dress to the floor and stood before me completely bare and utterly exquisite. Her naked skin glowed––illuminated by the bathroom's light.

  My mouth fell open as I gazed at her. She did not try to cover her nakedness as I openly and appreciatively perused her. "You're even more perfect than I imagined." I croaked. My voice sounded scratchy and strained.

  "You've imagined me like this?" She sounded both surprised and intrigued as she stood before me. Her nudity, while I was completely clothed, should have made her feel vulnerable, but if it did, she didn’t show it. She looked bold and beautiful.

  "So many times," I revealed. My voice still sounded distant. My blood was thundering through my head, pounding in my ears.

  She stepped forward then, close enough that the puckered, pink nipples of her gorgeous, creamy breasts grazed against the front of my shirt. I ached to touch the full globes, but didn't trust myself to move just yet.

  She yanked my tucked polo shirt up and out of the waistband of my pants. I clinched my fists at my sides in a feeble attempt to restrain myself. I wanted to let her take the lead, at least for the moment. She slid my shirt up. I raised my arms and bent my knees to allow her to lift it over my head.

  After tossing my shirt aside, she raked her short, seashell-pink nails down the sides of my abs. I sucked in a deep breath through my teeth at the tingling sensation. My nipples had gone taut at her touch. When she leaned in to flick her tongue across one, I tipped my head back, savoring the delicious sensation.

  My dick was straining for release, and I had held back as long as I was physically able. I made short work of unfastening my pants. As I pulled the waistband of my boxers out to clear my jutting erection, Cassie used her hands to help release me from them in one clean sweep.

  "Oh my," she murmured appreciatively as I kicked my pants and underwear aside. Cassie was gazing at my cock like it was a hunk of warm chocolate molten lava cake.

  To my utter delight, she kneeled down and took me into her warm, wet mouth. Her hands cupped my ass cheeks as she slid her soft mouth along my dick. I had never felt anything so mind numbing and delightful.

  I raked my fingers through her long, luscious hair as she worked her talented mouth on me. It briefly registered in my mind that her hair felt like silk. The ministrations of her mouth quickly took precedence in what was left of my brain.

  I moaned in ecstasy as my hips pumped my cock in and out of h
er mouth. Some tiny sliver of rationality surfaced in my mind that knew that this wasn't how I wanted my night with Cassie to go. It took all the strength I had to stop her.

  The look she gave me when I finally choked out the word, "Stop," nearly broke my heart. It was the first time this goddess had shown any sign of insecurity.

  "You don't like it?" Her huge blue eyes gazed up at me from her kneeling position.

  "Oh, baby, no," I helped her stand up, "I LOVE it too much. Our time together was going to come to a quick end if I didn't stop you." I grinned down at her, amazed that she was truly here with me like this.

  The relief on her face was obvious. I wouldn't have believed it to be possible, but her vulnerability made her even more attractive. I scooted in close to wrap my arms around her.

  We stood there for a long moment in our naked embrace. She pressed her warm, nude body tightly against mine. I could feel our parts touching in all the right places––my dick against her soft belly, her tits against my chest.

  I was trying to calm down because I didn't want to finish before we really started, but the divine feeling of having the woman of my dreams stand with me like this was overwhelming.

  Our hands roved up and down each other's backs––lightly tickling, massaging, and rubbing. When she cupped her hands over my ass cheeks and squeezed, I wasn't able to resist mimicking her movements over the soft skin of her firm ass.

  Unable to hold back any longer, one of my hands found its way around to cup over the velvety soft skin at her front. She was completely smooth and hair free. I slid a finger inside her folds and discovered her wet and ready.

  Wanting to explore her fully, I maneuvered us over to the edge of the bed and scooted her to lie back on it––my fingers never stopping their thorough exploration of her secrets.

  I joined her on the soft mattress and explored her breasts. I lightly grazed my five-o'clock shadow across her milky skin. She arched her back, so responsive to my touch. Unable to deny her what she silently asked for, I flicked my tongue out to trace her pink nipple.

  Having imagined what her tits might look like so many times, the reality was even better than anything I could have dreamed. Her body was absolute perfection, and her reaction to me was beyond heady. I feared losing control, but stopping for a break was not an option. I wouldn't have been physically able to release her, even if I wanted to. The only thing that could stop me at this point would be Cassie, but judging by her moaning and undulating beneath me, she wasn't having any second thoughts.

  My mouth found its rhythm on her perfect tits. My flick-swish-swirl-nibble combination had her digging her nails into my back. Her whimper when I was in the midst of moving my attention from one to the other let me know that she was enjoying this as much as I was.

  I grinned up at her as she gazed down at me. "Do you want more?" I asked her.

  "Oh yes," she answered huskily. I loved her greediness, and I gladly complied with her request by focusing my mouth on her previously neglected breast.

  When I worked my way down her tummy, she sucked in a deep breath. She bent a knee, so she could push up into my mouth. Using a hand to grip my hair she urged me downward.

  I kissed, licked, nipped and savored every inch of her––except where she wanted me most. My goal was to have her writhing beneath me, quaking with need for me, and we were almost there.

  Working my thumb to massage the arch of her foot, my mouth worked its way over her ankle and calf. Lifting her leg high I focused my attention on her inner thigh by lightly brushing my whiskers across her sensitive skin, then kissing and blowing on the tender flesh to make up for the teasing scratches.

  Blowing out a hot breath on her center as I moved to the other thigh had her gasping for air. She spread her legs wide apart as I teased her. Inhaling a deep breath, I savored the scent of her. It was primal and delicious. It took all of my restraint to keep from going into some sort of animalistic frenzy.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  Unable to deny her anything, I separated her folds and buried my face in her apex. She cried out, lost in pleasure, as I tongued her...using long strokes to go deep within before coming out to flick over her clit, then repeating the glorious rotation.

  Her taste was addictive––so tangy and sweet. I loved her frantically with my mouth as she held my head in place grinding into me. She moaned as our rhythms synced. Her hips rose up into my probing tongue, and I felt her legs quake on either side of my ears.

  "Oh, yes, baby!" She encouraged me, and I knew she was getting close. If I live to be a hundred years old, I'll never see or hear anything as exciting as Cassie having an orgasm from the pleasure I was giving her.

  She lifted her head to look into my eyes as she came. Her "O" face was so tender and gorgeous, even as she screamed and bucked into my face. It was an incredibly intense and intimate moment. Watching her and knowing that it was me, who was bringing her enough pleasure to climax like this, almost made me come.

  Before she even took a moment to recuperate from her uninhibited orgasm, her husky voice said, "Put your dick inside me. Now."

  It was a rather naughty thing to say and it was so far removed from what I would expect to hear from Cassie. I hadn't thought it was possible, but it made me want her even more. "I like it when you talk dirty." I teased her, turning to get up and get a condom.

  She grabbed me by the arm and yanked me back to her. "Now," she commanded.

  As if I had the willpower to resist that. I was on top of her before I could even register what I was doing. The head of my cock was resting on her wet opening, dying to dip inside. Her legs were spread open in wide invitation.

  "I just need to get a condom," I told her, unsure if I could physically leave her long enough to make it over to my bag to retrieve one.

  She tipped her head up, and I felt her hot breath in my ear as she reassured me, "It's okay."

  All thoughts of protection quickly swept out of my mind as she raised her hips up and down a couple of times, taking just the tip of my dick inside her. She was warm and wet. My mind was completely focused on her and the joining of our parts and how impossibly glorious it felt. The reality of being intimately connected to this woman with no barriers to our skin on skin contact was better than anything I could have imagined.

  We did several short strokes like that...teasing each other with the delights yet to come. Unable to hold back any longer, I pulled back and slammed my full length into her slick heat. We both gasped at the pleasure.

  She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me, cocooning me. We stayed like that for a long moment––deeply connected in every way. I dropped kisses along her neck, up her cheek and over her lips. "I've dreamt of this so many times," I admitted softly into her mouth.

  "Me too," she revealed, surprising me. That didn't shock me nearly as much as when she said, "Now fuck me," and plunged her tongue into my mouth.

  She didn't have to ask me twice. I buried myself to the hilt in her over and over. She met me stroke for stroke, grabbing my ass and pulling me harder and deeper into her, which only made me more frantic for her.

  Our glistening bodies slapped together as we panted and fucked. Knowing I wouldn't be able to last long at this pace, I reached a hand down between us to stimulate her clit.

  In what I was learning to be Cassie's typical way, she responded immediately to my touch. "Yes," she encouraged me. "Right there." Her words were broken from her pants of passion, but I still heard her say, "I'm so close," right before she commanded, "Come with me, Reed."

  Her use of my name at this moment of ecstasy was all it took to push me over the edge. I felt her walls tightening around me as I let go, complying with her request.

  Our animalistic groans could probably be heard from the hotel's hallway as I pulsed my seed deep inside her, lost in the oblivious state of pure pleasure. The quivering aftershocks of our wracking orgasms lasted for a long while. I stayed on her and in her, not wanting this ideal moment to ever end.
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  7

  We stayed intimately locked together, connected like puzzle pieces, for a long time. I rained kisses down on her face still unable to believe this had truly happened.

  My thoughts were interrupted by the light pinch on my ass. When I reared back in surprise, she said, "Just making sure this is real."

  Her words mimicked my thoughts exactly. I couldn't quite comprehend that this had actually happened. I also couldn't believe I had lost control and raw dogged her. "I'm sorry that I didn't wear a condom."

  She seemed totally unconcerned about the omission. "I wanted to feel YOU, not a rubber," she said nonchalantly before tipping her head up to kiss my nose.

  "I wanted to feel you too," I smiled down at her. "You can't imagine how long I've wanted to be with you like this."

  "Really?" She sounded truly surprised. How could she have not known all of these years?

  "Mmm," I nodded. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol in my system, or if the endorphins from my mind-blowing orgasm hadn't worn off, but I started sharing all of the numerous things I loved about her. I would say one before pressing my lips to her in a new spot.

  "I love how you always smell like fresh peaches and vanilla." Kissing her on the forehead, I added with a naughty grin, "all over." I waggled my brows for added effect, which caused her to give me a firm slap on my ass.

  "That reminds me, I love how you seem so sweet and innocent, but you're really a naughty minx." Her giggle let me know she was enjoying this as I nibbled behind her ear.

  "Speaking of your ear," I started.

  "We weren't," she inserted, but I ignored it.

  "I love how you always try to tuck your hair behind your ear, but there's always one wayward lock that just won't behave." I kissed her cheek.

  "Oh, and I love it when you worry your bottom lip between your teeth whenever you are concerned about something." I nipped her lower lip with my teeth.