Best Friend Takes His Wife Ch. 02

Author's Note: This is chapter two of the story of a young housewife's forced sexual journey with her husband's best friend. You don't necessarily have to have read the first chapter to understand this chapter.

All characters in this fictional story are over the age of 18. The story is four chapters in total.

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Emily's stomach was in knots as they arrived at Matt's luxurious home that they would be staying at together for the foreseeable future. It screamed fancy, but that was just the kind of guy that Matt was. She didn't need half of the creature comforts that their arrangement was going to come with, but was she going to complain about it? Of course not. She didn't want to be here in the first place, but it all was because of her idiotic husband Toby.

Was this her reality? Was she really going to be Matt's sex slave for the next four weeks? More importantly, how was she going to feel about her husband's best friend when their time ran out? Would she leave Toby? She couldn't imagine herself doing that as it stood right now. She had no intentions of leaving her husband behind in the dust. She was a bit peeved at him, sure, but she had been as much to blame by agreeing to the poker bet that had changed all of their lives dramatically. Despite that, it was still going to take some time for her to calm down about it and fully forgive him. But she had an entire month to do it so there was that, right?

She followed Matt into his mansion and upstairs to their room. The house was humongous with so many modern luxuries. And don't even get her started on the shower in the en suite of the master bedroom. Pure luxury! She knew in her heart that she and Toby could never ever afford a house like this. Might as well enjoy the advantages while they were available to her. She was already looking for places she could hide away from him to have some alone time to herself.

The first thing she did was unpack her accessories into the bathroom. She then hung up some of her clothes and folded others in drawers in the walk-in closet. For now, she was ignoring Matt like he did not exist. She could hear him chatting to what sounded like a lawyer on his phone. Seems they worked late Saturday nights.

She gathered from the bits and pieces she overheard that it was probably about his divorce from Abby. He had claimed that she had done a number on his finances but that was difficult to believe considering he threw in fifty thousand dollars for her and Toby to have on top of paying off the last of their credit card debt. He also had no problems bragging to anyone who would listen about how much money he made per year.

She was just coming out of the closet when Matt hung up the phone with whoever it was he had been communicating with. Their gazes met and Emily somehow felt shy even though the man had just fucked her in front of her own husband mere hours prior to this moment. Somehow she was starting to regard him in a different light. Had he always been this handsome?

"I see you're making yourself at home," Matt said, folding his arms over his broad chest and watching her with those intense steely blue eyes of his.

Emily rolled her shoulders. "Where you go, I go." There was no point in denying it anymore.

That made Matt smirk. "Mmhm. That was the arrangement."

Oh, it was an arrangement now? She had to refrain from rolling her eyes. "Yes, Matt."

Matt stepped closer. "Yes, sir," he corrected.

Fuck. What an asshole. It was like all those good thoughts of him just went out the window in that instant. "Yes... sir."

"Better," he commented, reaching out to brush some of her long brunette hair behind her ear. Was that a sign of affection? If it was, it seemed to work as she practically melted into his forbidden touch. He was still her husband's best friend and nothing in the world would change that.

Matt suddenly leaned forward and kissed her. It really caught her off guard, but it wasn't long before she found herself melting into his sudden kiss. She was shocked at how good of a kisser Matt was. His lips felt rougher than Toby's, his body so much harder.

As Matt's tongue probed at Emily's lips, she surprised herself by parting them invitingly and letting out a small little moan as he immediately invaded her mouth. Despite herself, she leaned into his strong, muscled body and tangled her fingers into the black hair on the nape of his neck. Fuck! Why was she coming undone for him? This wasn't how their first night together was supposed to go! She wanted to piss him off, not get their juices going!

They made out heavily for several moments until both were forced to part from each other to breathe. She raised her arms as Matt took off the tank top she was wearing, revealing her big tits to him. She gripped his head as he took one of her hard nubs between his lips and began to suck invitingly.

Was it hot in here suddenly? She sure as hell was beginning to think so! She arched her chest towards that skilled lips and tongue, gasping with delight as she could feel his wet muscle wriggling over her sensitive nipple over and over again. It felt amazing! Her tits were extra sensitive and damn if he wasn't taking advantage of that fact.

Matt gave the same treatment to her other breast and she was practically in heaven. She was gasping, moaning, and shuddering as he bit, sucked, and licked her receptive rosebuds. She could not believe that someone other than her husband was touching her so intimately. It had been over five years that she had been with another man aside from Toby. And here she was, acting a wanton slut. And it was her husband's best friend to boot!

But the guilt and shame would come later. Right now, Matt was doing wondrous things with his lips and supremely talented tongue. She found herself parting her legs as his hand suddenly went into her shorts to explore her heated sex over her panties. Fuuuck. He was going to make her come undone with barely a flick of his dastardly wrist!

What the fuck was this man doing to her? Why was she so under his spell already? She knew that she should be resisting more but deep down in her subconscious she must be aware that resistance to him was futile. That was the deal. She had to do everything he said without any questions or objections. So she might as well enjoy it while it lasts? It seemed this was her fate and she had accepted it quicker than she ever thought she would.

Emily's hand crept down and began to rub that thick cock over Matt's jeans. It was the cock that she was ashamed to admit had felt incredible inside of her. She wanted it again. Craved it even. She remembered the feeling of him splitting her open like no other man had or probably ever would in the future. Stretching her, widening her sex to make it conform to his cock and his cock only. Claiming her wanton little pussy as his. How much longer before she would freely admit that he had her wrapped around his finger?

Getting lost in the moment, she found herself undoing the front of his jeans and freeing that beautiful cock out of its confines. Matt's hand left her quim as she got down on her knees and began to fellate him willingly. She needed to suck him. It was like she was in some kind of trance and she couldn't help herself.

So she did. She sucked and licked his wonderful penis, watching it inflate even bigger from her skilled ministrations. She still could not believe how large he was compared to her husband. That very fact alone amazed her. That thing had been inside her?! And more importantly, she wanted it inside of her again?! Jesus! What a fucking dirty slut she was being right now.

It was truly a shame that Matt's personality was so one-dimensional. His ego was that of a thousand men combined and she knew that was something she would never be able to excuse or tolerate long-term. She could not oppose any longer that they had sexual chemistry. But Matt's actions toward the people closest to her were inexcusable. He had schemed to turn Toby into a cuck and on top of that, he had cheated and lied to her best friend which ultimately led to their divorce. What in the world had gotten into her? She was letting her sexual inhibitions override her logic.

Emily was in inner turmoil whereas Matt was in complete and utter bliss as his best friend's wife took his ten-inch fuck meat balls deep into her throat for the second time that night. She knew he was loving the fact that she had no gag reflex when it wasn't long before he began to once again eagerly fuck her sucking mouth. She squealed with delight as he took her brown locks into his fist and began to pound her throat like a savage, those heavy balls of his bouncing off her chin with each inward stroke.

She let out moans of approval at being used so roughly. Her hand went into her shorts to stroke and rub her excited pussy. She was soaked, but no surprise there. She had never been manhandled like this until tonight with Matt and he seemed to have picked up on the fact that this was something she greatly enjoyed during sex. Her husband's best friend just oozed dominance. It was one of the things she knew would play a greater part of her undoing as more time of giving herself to him whenever he wanted passed by.

It didn't take Matt long to feed her a healthy dose of his sperm. God she loved the taste of it. Salty and sweet, just the right combination. Unlike Toby, who was way too salty for her taste. She refused to swallow his cum because it just didn't taste appealing at all to her. The first time that she was forced to blow Matt in front of him she had greedily swallowed every drop that he had to give. So it wasn't a surprise that she found herself once again enjoying Matt's flavor and savoring it. What the fuck was wrong with her?

She ardently swallowed every last bit of sperm that came out and sucked the last of his spunk out of the spongy tip before she freed him from her mouth. She was so ready to be fucked, but Matt was calling the shots here so she had no idea what else he was going to want to do with her. She figured with the way things went down last time between them she wasn't in for disappointment though.

"Good job, Em. God, you have one hell of a mouth on you," Matt commented, releasing his grip on her hair. "Take off your clothes and get on all fours on the bed with your ass facing me."

God yes. She tried not to show just how much in need of his cock she was. She knew the second she showed her pussy to him he was going to be able to tell. She was so soaked her juices were practically dripping down her legs. For whatever reason, Matt knew what to do to make her want and desire him. And a part of her resented him for that.

She reasoned that it was the newness of the sex. Or that it could be the circumstances. Was she actually enjoying cheating on her husband with another man? A man that was supposed to be his friend? Or could it be that opposites really do attract? Matt was an arrogant prick and she hated being in the same room with him. She despised his personality. And yet she found her sexual attraction to him skyrocketing. She wanted to fuck him and keep fucking him for as long as fate would have it be possible. So what changed?

She stood up and discarded her shorts and panties. She then did exactly as he instructed, crawling onto the middle of the bed with her ass facing him on her hands and knees. She couldn't help but wiggle her butt enticingly as she settled on the comfortable, luxurious mattress of his bed. The man really did have impeccable tastes when it came to comfort and luxury. Was that part of the appeal that was drawing her toward Matt? The man was fucking loaded with money.

Emily peered over her shoulder to see Matt stripping off the rest of his clothes and revealing that hunky body of his to her desiring eyes. She couldn't help but let them drop to the python between his thighs. It was difficult to believe that she was going to be taking him bare again. Toby and her had always used rubbers. Matt was the first man to ever fuck her with his naked dick.

Did she find it sad he had taken that privilege away from Toby? Maybe a little. But at the moment her thoughts were far away from her beloved husband who was now left alone at their home to think about the consequences of his actions. Was he unable to sleep because he was thinking about what she and Matt were doing right now? The chances of that were highly likely. But Emily could feel no sympathy for him. He had dug his own bed and now had to lie in it.

Matt had also made it abundantly clear he was never going to use condoms with her. And he knew that Emily was fertile and ripe for the taking. Were they going to have an accident? Matt had promised her husband he wouldn't cum inside of her and take the privilege of children away from him. But when was that going to change? More importantly, when was she going to want it to change? The naked skin-on-skin contact during the sex was something she knew they both didn't want to forfeit. Putting a condom on Matt's superior member would be practically criminal. So how long before he slipped up and let loose in her? How many times was she going to be taking a morning-after pill? Would he even let her? Let's not forget that he was calling all the shots here.

She nearly let out a mewl as she felt the weight of the bed sinking behind her as Matt got into position behind her on the bed. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as she felt his agile fingers delve into her wet slit to tease and titillate, not that she needed any further foreplay. She needed to be fucked by his delicious dick and she needed it now.

Her cheeks flushed bright red as saw the smug expression on his face as he realized just how soaking wet she was for him. She was fucking dripping. He probably knew in that moment that she was his and only his; for the time being. When would that change?

She turned her head and sucked in a breath as she felt the large tip of Matt's cock replacing his fingers. His hips were moving and he was rubbing every inch of her wet labia with his thick meaty hardness. Oh, God. What the fuck was he doing? Why wasn't he putting it in? She needed it! Now, goddammit! She had never wanted to be fucked by anyone more at this moment than this.

She could only take a few minutes of his sly teasing before she reached a boiling point. "Please..." She couldn't believe the word left her mouth but it did. Was she really going to beg? Like a fucking whore? Surely she had gone over the deep end. She was fucking losing it.

She could practically see the triumphant smile on Matt's face. "Please what, bitch?"

For whatever reason, his talking to her with degrading words like that just made her want him more. "Please fuck me... Sir." Did she really just say that? Fuck my life, she was a goner.

She yelped as Matt suddenly smacked her ass none too gently. "That's a good start, slut. From now on, you will only cum with my permission or when I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." She didn't even fucking hesitate. Right now she would probably have agreed to anything he asked of her just to have that dick inside of her. She wiggled her ass over his hard member to entice him in. She wanted him in her now! But could she hold out on an orgasm? She was so ramped up she knew it wasn't going to take long for her to lose it. But she had to be obedient. He had to have plans to punish her if she wasn't and like hell she wanted that.

"Good girl." And he pushed at her slick hole until she yielded and let that thick monster in.

She nearly screamed in ecstasy as that big naked cock began to stretch and gape her over-stimulated pussy. She couldn't believe she had never known pleasure like this until today. She hadn't realized how much of a difference a larger penis could make during intercourse. Or was it the sheer fact that Matt wasn't wearing protection that made it that much better? That had to be it, she reasoned.

Either way, she was bucking and bowing backward as Matt's thick meaty cock invaded her silken walls. He felt so fucking good already she had no idea how she was going to keep her part of the bargain and not cum for him. He wasn't even halfway inside of her yet and she already felt she was being transported into a realm of pleasure she never knew could exist for her.

"Yes! Take me, sir! Make me yours!" She pleaded, needing him to step it up a notch. Were her words going to be encouraging enough? God she hoped so. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.

He continued to do her painfully slow, leisurely stroking in and out at his own frustrating pace. This drove her crazy to no end and she soon found herself rocking back and forth along his full length to force him to go faster. Her ass bounced off his hips as she fucked him wildly, needing him to take her hard as he had before.

"Please, sir. Please fuck me harder!" She pleaded. Had he not humiliated her enough? She wanted to be put out of her misery.

Her begging like a slut seemed to be all it took for Matt. Without warning, he gripped her hips and began pounding that delicious fuck meat of his into her eager sex with powerful strokes. Yes! That was exactly what she needed! That feeling of being fucked and owned. It was the best feeling she had experienced for as long as she could remember. This is what she had wanted all along. Is this where she belonged? Being fucked by her nemesis? Was it the very fact that she despised him that made her want him even more at this moment? She should feel shame over her slutty behavior but right now it was quite the opposite. She never wanted this to end.

It wasn't long after that that she was getting the fucking of her lifetime. She could feel Matt's strong thighs slapping against her ass so hard her cheeks were turning red with every brutal thrust. He was pounding her tight little pussy like a jackhammer and she was loving every second of it. An orgasm was quickly coming and she knew she was going to have to beg and plead for him to let her cum soon. With him, it didn't take much to send her over that edge. Was he going to be merciful?

"Please, sir! Please may I cum?" Emily asked, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head as Matt took her like the arrogant brute he was.

She gasped as he suddenly grabbed hold of her hair and jerked her head back as he fucked into her from behind with violent thrusts. Fuck! Her pussy gripped and squeezed him like a vice, milking him greedily as she was barely able to hold back from losing her bearings. But she did and she was proud of herself for that. The more he abused her, the more she got off on the sex.

Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore and was about to open her mouth to request again was when she finally, mercifully heard him say the magic word.

"Cum!" Matt demanded.

And she did. Explosively. Her juices squirted out of her like a firehose. It shocked even Matt, who didn't expect her to cum with such force. Her feminine ambrosia was ejaculating all over his hips and groin, as Emily experienced the best orgasm she had ever had in her young life.

Only when she stopped shaking did Matt resume. They fucked for what felt like hours but was probably only fifty minutes give or take. She lost track at four or five times of how many orgasms she had had on that delicious prick of his. Was her husband's best friend finally nearing his limit?

"Gonna cum," he said, his breathing coming out in a rush as his hips collided with her ass again and again.

"Yessssssss! Yesssss! God, yes!" Emily moaned out, knowing full well she would be ashamed of that later. Was she begging him to do it in her? Who knows at this point. She was barely in her right mind. If the sex was always going to be this good, she had no idea how she was going to go back to her husband and remain faithful to him when his hunk of a best friend was around.