Helping Out My Best Friend’s Wife
By: Bill D.
It all started out innocently enough. I had been best friends with Tom for years, and I was more than happy to help him out with his wife when she needed it. Little did I know that I was about to embark on the most erotic and thrilling experience of my life.
It had been a few weeks since Tom and his wife, Sarah, had separated. Tom had been living with his parents, while Sarah had moved into a small apartment. Despite the separation, the two still spoke regularly and had even made plans to meet up that weekend.
Tom asked me if I could come over to his house and help him prepare for the visit, and I readily agreed. I figured it would be a simple task – grab a few groceries and pick up a few items around the house. Little did I know that I was about to embark on the most erotic and thrilling experience of my life.
When I arrived at Tom’s house, I was surprised to see Sarah already there. It seemed that she had come to the house early to help Tom get ready. As soon as I walked through the door, the sexual tension between us was palpable. Sarah was wearing a tight dress that showed off her curves and her long, dark hair was flowing down her back. I could feel my heart racing as I looked at her.
We spent the next few hours preparing for Tom’s visit. As we worked, Sarah kept looking at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. I could tell she wanted something more than just a friendly helping hand. I was more than willing to oblige.
Once the preparations were complete, Sarah asked Tom to take a walk around the block. He happily obliged, leaving the two of us alone. As soon as he was gone, Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled me close. She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel her body pressing against mine, her breasts pressing into my chest.
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. As soon as we were in the bedroom, we started ripping each other’s clothes off. I could feel her desire radiating off of her, and I could feel my own excitement building.
We fell onto the bed, our bodies intertwined. She rolled onto her back and I immediately started exploring her body. I kissed her neck, her breasts, and her stomach, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips. I moved my hands lower and lower, tracing circles around her most intimate areas.
I could feel her desire growing as I teased her, so I decided to take it one step further. I moved my mouth down to her pleasure center, exploring her with my tongue. She gasped in delight as I licked and sucked her most sensitive areas.
Soon I was thrusting my tongue inside of her, feeling the walls of her tightness as I moved my tongue around. I could feel her muscles contracting around my tongue, and I could hear her cries of pleasure growing louder and louder with each thrust.
Finally, I moved my way back up to her face, and I kissed her deeply. We rolled around on the bed, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. We explored each other’s bodies, taking turns pleasuring each other in all of the most intimate and naughty ways.
Eventually, we both reached our climax. I collapsed on the bed, my body exhausted from the pleasure I had just experienced. Sarah lay beside me, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. We lay in each other’s arms until Tom finally returned home.
As I left Tom’s house, I felt a strange mixture of guilt and pleasure. I had just had the most amazing experience of my life, but I had also betrayed my best friend. I tried to put it out of my mind, but I knew it would stay on my mind for quite some time.
Despite the guilt, I couldn’t help but look back on the experience with fondness and excitement. It was an experience that I will never forget.
