A Night With My Friend’s Wife
I was sitting in the kitchen on Saturday evening with my friend’s wife, who had drunk too much during our evening meeting and went to the bedroom to sleep. We talked about various things over a beer and peed every now and then – it’s normal after drinking so much. When I went to the bathroom to relieve myself again, she entered without knocking.
“I feel like pissing too,” she said.
I was too drunk to care that she came in while I was still urinating. She stood there and watched me for a moment before joining me at the toilet bowl. We both peed together, our laughter echoing through the small bathroom as we relieved ourselves after hours of drinking beer. It felt strange but exciting – an unexpected intimacy between two people who were usually just friends.
Afterward, she looked up and caught my gaze in the mirror. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and desire that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could react, her hand reached out to touch me gently on the arm. It was an innocent gesture at first, but it quickly turned into something more sensual as she traced her fingers up and down my bicep.
“You know,” she whispered in my ear, “I’ve always thought you were attractive.”
Her words caught me off guard, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t ignore. My body responded to hers instinctively as our lips met for the first time. The kiss was passionate and hungry – filled with years of unspoken desire and longing. Our hands explored each other hungrily, groping at clothing in an attempt to feel more skin against skin.
She pushed me back onto the closed toilet seat, straddling my lap as she continued to ravage my mouth. Her fingers worked quickly on the buttons of her blouse while mine slid beneath her skirt and up her thighs. I could already feel how wet she was through her panties – a testament to just how much this unexpected encounter had turned both of us on.
Within moments, our clothes lay scattered around us like discarded barriers between two people who couldn’t resist the pull any longer. She lowered herself onto me slowly, savoring every inch as I filled her completely. We moved together in a rhythm that was primal and raw – fueled by lust and alcohol-induced recklessness.
The bathroom door didn’t have a lock on it, but neither of us cared if someone walked in on us. All we could focus on was the pleasure coursing through our veins as I thrust into her again and again. Each stroke sent waves of ecstasy crashing over us, building to an explosive climax that left us both breathless.
When I finally came inside her, she moaned with excitement. She turned to face me, kissed me on the lips, and whispered, “You see, I didn’t cheat on my husband, you didn’t punch me in the face.” It was true – no one had been hurt by our indiscretion (except maybe for our friendships), but as she looked into my eyes with a satisfied smile, it became clear that neither of us regretted what we’d just done.
We took a few moments to catch our breath before cleaning ourselves up and getting dressed in silence. As I left the bathroom, I couldn’t help but feel like something had changed between us – an unspoken bond forged through shared secrets and illicit passion. It was a night that would forever be etched into my memory as one of pure hedonistic pleasure without any room for romance or remorse.
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