HELPING MY FRIEND WIFE

My friend, John, had just gotten married to his beautiful wife, Sarah. The couple had tied the knot just a few months prior and were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. John's job required him to live outside of the city, so he asked if I would keep an eye on his house and his wife while he was away.

I had known John for years, and I was more than happy to help him out. Over the months, I would often go to their house to help Sarah with various tasks, like fixing a leaky faucet or helping her cut glass for a new piece of furniture. She was always grateful for my help, and I appreciated the opportunity to spend time with her.

One night, I received a call from Sarah. She sounded a bit tipsy on the phone, but she insisted that she needed my help with something. She asked if I could come over to their house right away. I was a little worried about what might be going on, but I couldn't ignore her request, so I headed over to their place.

When I arrived, Sarah greeted me at the door with a warm smile. She looked ravishing in her little black dress, and her eyes were filled with desire. She grabbed me by the lapels and pulled me close, pressing her body against mine. She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth.

I could feel the alcohol on her breath, and I knew that she was drunk. But as she started to undress me, my mind went blank, and all I could think about was how turned on I was. Before I knew it, we were making out on the living room floor, our hands roaming over each other's bodies.

Sarah was like a woman possessed, tearing away at my clothes with her sharp nails. She grabbed my hard cock and started to stroke it, moaning softly as she did so. She then leaned back and took my cock into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I was, making out with my best friend's wife, and she was doing things to me that I never thought she would do. As she continued to suck on my cock, I reached up and cupped her large breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently.

She moaned again, her tongue flicking against the head of my cock. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, so I stood up and gently pushed her back onto the floor. I straddled her hips, my cock rubbing against her wet pussy as I looked down at her.

Without another word, I entered her, feeling her tight walls grip at my cock. She let out a soft moan as I started to thrust into her, her eyes locked onto mine. I leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, my free hand groping one of her perfect breasts.

We fucked like animals, our bodies moving in a rhythm that was both primal and passionate. I could feel myself getting close to cumming, but I didn't want it to be over yet. So, I pulled out of her and positioned myself behind her. I pushed her forward onto all fours and entered her from behind, giving her a deep, hard pounding from behind.

As I felt my orgasm building inside of me, I reached around and found her clit, flicking it with my thumb. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock. And then, with a loud groan, I emptied myself into her, feeling warm cum fill her up.

We lay there, panting heavily, our hearts racing. It was the most intense and taboo experience of my life, and I knew that I would never forget it. I looked over at Sarah, who was staring up at me with a mix of lust and regret in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I don't know what came over me."

I reached down and gently stroked her hair, trying to comfort her. "It's okay," I said softly. "We both just needed to let off some steam."

And with that, we both knew that our lives would never be the same again.