Consensual non consensual with my friends nympho wife

Recently one of my friends married this girl we went to school with Nicole. Nicole always got a bad rep in which people called her out constantly for dating guys with money. The thing is, she was really hot and it takes two to tango so I never judged her for it. We were really good friends throughout high school. Years later, we didn’t really keep in touch besides social media. When she announced her engagement with her boyfriend Matt, I congratulated her. She responded thanking me and asked how I’ve been. From there the conversation lasted for a while. As we messaged each other back and forth, I explained to her about an issue I was having with one of my kidneys. Being that Nicole was a nurse, she told me to come down where she worked so she can check me out.

It turned out to be a minor infection but I thanked Nicole for setting me up with the best doctor they had at the hospital. She sat in the room with me for a bit as we caught up some more. I brought up her fiancee Matt and she was sending mixed signals about him. She basically told me their engagement was a last ditch effort to make it work. When I asked her what the main problem in her relationship was, she didn’t hold back. She said their sex life was super stale and they were never on the same page. As she began to elaborate, it became very clear what she wanted. The only reason I knew was because she had told me many years back.

Nicole and I had gotten really drunk on black out Wednesday many years ago. It was then when we began sharing a lot of our sexual fantasies with one another. Her fantasy was pretty hard to forget. She basically told me she wanted someone to force themselves on her while she tried to free herself. She wanted to kick and scream and beg him to stop only for him to keep going. She wanted to be fucked so hard that it made her cry. Then she wanted him to throw her aside and just leave her there to soak it all in. It was crazy to think that I still knew her biggest fantasy after all these years. I debated about asking her if she’s ever shared that side of her with Matt but I kept my mouth shut.

Instead I asked her if she thought they were gonna make it. She teared up a bit and said no. When I asked her why she thought this way, she simply said “because if another man could offer me what I wanted right now, I would do it in a heart beat”. Kinda rough to hear that the balance of the relationship was falling apart from the sex life but I guess I kind of get it. Later that night I went home and thought long and hard about Nicole’s situation. The one thing that I was so fixed on was how she mentioned if a guy was able to give her what she wanted, she would do it. I don’t think Nicole even remembers telling me about her fantasy all those years ago. I pretty much had the play book on what she wanted and was debating if I should even act on it. I tried not to overthink about it too much. I just knew that she meant every word she said that if another man gave it to her, she would do it.

A couple days later, I made my decision. I wanted to at least try and see if it would work. So I messaged Nicole and asked her if she was available to grab a drink together. She told me that she was working the night shift but she got out around 4am if I was ok with that. I told her I could make it work. So I met her at 4am at a 24 hour coffee shop. I couldn’t believe how hot she looked in her scrubs. After we talked for about 30minutes, I worked up the confidence to ask her if she wanted to come over and check out my place. It was only 10 minutes from the coffee shop. She hesitated a bit but ultimately said yes. When we pulled into my driveway, my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. I kept telling myself to do it over and over again.

We went in through my garage where she would take her shoes off. She apologized in advance if her feet smelled but I was all for it. As she walked into my kitchen, I couldn’t stop staring at her ass. I started to get in a very primal mindset. As I took her from room to room, my dick began to get really hard. With my room coming up, I knew it was now or never. As she went to open the door to my room, I took her from behind and covered her mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up. She started kicking and telling me to please stop. Based on how quiet she said it, I knew this is what she wanted. I threw her on my bed and aggressively took her pants off. When both of her cheeks were exposed, I began slapping and groping them pretty hard. She began with her pleads “please don’t do this I have a husband… you can’t do this to me please stop”. It was crazy to see her sound so genuinely scared but at the same time her eyes told a different story. She was enjoying every bit of this. I told her to shut up as I ripped her shirt off and turned her around to lay flat on her back. She tried kicking me so I grabbed her by the ankles and pressed her pussy up against my dick. As I pulled my pants down to expose my rock her boner, I got a huge whiff of her socks. They smelled like sweat and lavender lotion.

For whatever reason, this made me hit a new level of primal. As I pushed her panties aside, I stuck my dick as deep as I could inside of her. Tears began rolling down her face as she began crying. In a last ditch attempt, she started slapping and scratching my chest. “Please stop you’re hurting me…. Please my husband doesn’t deserve this omg stop stop”. We stared deep into each others eyes as I picked her up off the bed and pinned her up against the wall. I made sure to spread her legs as wide as I could then took one hand and placed it over her mouth. With my other hand I began choking her. Each thrust was louder and harder than the one before. Her pussy sounded like a waterfall with seconds. Her cries turned into moans with each stroke. Normally I would try to find a good rhythm but I knew she just wanted her pussy pounded hard. Luckily she only lasted about a minute before her pussy turned into a faucet as she was in full blown orgasm. My floor was covered in all types of her liquid by the end of it. I ended up putting her on the floor with all of her juices. I told her to clean everything up before she left. As I got began to walk out of the room, I took one last look at her. She was crying on the floor of her own liquids as she told me “thank you so much”.

About 30 minutes later, she texted me saying “all cleaned up… same time next week? :)”. From then on, we’ve been having all sorts of crazy sex.