Husband's Best Friend - Pt. 01

Just as she came out of the ladies washroom she saw Rob confidently walking down the hallway toward her. The sway of his hips and the cocky grin on his face made her heart race again. She couldn't figure out why but she had a strange physical reaction whenever they were in the same room. As he drew closer she could feel her nipples harden through her dress.

"Hey, Becca. You look stunning," he said in a low voice, his eyes sparkling with something she couldn't read.

She blushed again at his choice of words. "Oh, this old thing? Thanks, Rob. You look pretty good yourself," she responded trying to stay casually.

She could feel her heart beating faster as she got more aware of his closeness.

They stood there for several seconds not saying anything.

"So," Becca broke the silence. "Have you heard from Jane?"

She felt bad bringing up Rob's wife, partly because she may have played a part in their separation and partly because it may be painful for him to talk about.

"Not really," he replied.  

Becca stared at him, trying to gauge his answer.  Perhaps she hoped it would initiate some sort of conversation about their affair.  Had she been the one that Jane had found out about?  How had she found out and what had Rob told her?  Perhaps he might even apologize to her for what they'd done.  She actually wasn't sure what she hoped he would say.

She caught him glancing at her breasts and her heart caught in her throat. Her cheeks flushed and she felt her nipples start to harden.  God she hoped it didn't show through her dress.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare," Rob said quickly. "It's just..."

"Just what?" Becca asked quickly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. 

"Just made me think of... " Rob hesitated and a hint of a smile crossed his face.  "You know."

Becca's heart was racing.  

"I don't know," she replied, trying to sound innocent.  She wanted to hear him finally acknowledge their time together.  His attraction to her and that he had enjoyed fucking her.  It was wrong and she felt terrible for wanting to hear those words from her husband's best friend, but it was true.

"You know," Rob repeated, looking her directly in the eyes. "Just how you looked when... when we fucked."

Becca felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body at his words. She had been waiting for him to say something, anything about their illicit encounter. She had dreamed about it, fantasized about it, but hearing him say it out loud and in such a straight forward and coarse way was a whole different level of excitement.

"Oh," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She looked around, making sure no one else was in hearing distance. "Look Rob, we shouldn't have....  It was wrong and I don't want Tim to ever find out about it."

Rob looked at her carefully and she wondered if her words had sounded as hollow to him as they did to her.  Finally he smiled and gave her a shrug. He leaned in and whispered.

"Ok," he said, his lips brushing her ear.  She felt his hand move to her waist. "If that's what you really want."

Becca took a deep breath and shifted slightly.  As she did, her breasts brushed against Rob's chest and she gasped softly at the contact.  She swallowed hard.

Rob pulled away, gave her a mischievous smile and continued down the hallway to the men's bathroom door.  Becca watched him turn and go in, giving her a final glance before he entered.

She leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and taking a few calming breaths. Her body was already tingling with a mix of shame and excitement.   She opened her eyes, determined to keep her head clear and not give in to the temptation. She straightened her dress and walked back towards her table.

By the time they spilled out of the taxi cab and got to their front door, all three of them were feeling no pain.  As soon as they got inside, Tim stumbled to the living room and fell hard into his favorite chair. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting out a loud sigh.

Meanwhile, Rob and Becca were still standing awkwardly in the hallway, facing each other. They stood there silently for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Becca was feeling the effects of the alcohol, and she was finding it hard to think straight.

"How about a night cap before we turn in?" Rob asked before making his way to the kitchen.  He reached into the cupboard and took out 3 glasses and poured a generous amount of whiskey into each.  He returned to the living room where Becca was sitting on the sofa and trying to pull off her heels.

She gave Rob a sloppy smile as he handed her a glass of whiskey. He sat down next to her and took a sip of his own drink, sitting the third glass on the coffee table in front of Tim.  Rob chuckled as he heard a loud snore come from his best friend.

"Guess he's out for the night," he said before returning his gaze to Becca.

The alcohol heated Becca's blood and her thoughts became cloudy. She knew that having another drink with Rob was a bad idea, especially with Tim unconscious. She took a large gulp of her whiskey, letting the warm liquid slide down her throat.

Suddenly Rob leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She was too surprised to react for a moment, but then let her mouth open slightly and he pushed his tongue inside of her.  His taste sent a shiver down her spine, bringing back memories of their affair.

His hand moved up her dress and cupped her left breast, kneading it roughly. She gasped at the contact and arched her back, pressing her body against his.  The heat from his touch sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second. She let out a soft moan as his hand moved up her thigh, under her dress, and between her legs.

Becca opened her eyes and looked nervously toward her husband.  He appeared to be sound asleep.  She knew this was as wrong as it was risky, but adrenaline was now coursing through her body and she couldn't bring herself to stop.

Rob groaned when he discovered how wet she was, and began to rub her clit over her panties in slow, circular motions. She couldn't help but grind against his hand, wanting more. He moved her underwear to the side and slipped a finger inside of her, and she felt her muscles contracting around it.

He added another finger, fucking her harder and faster.  Becca could hear the squishy sounds of her wet pussy as his fingers continued to plunge in and out of her folds.

She could feel her orgasm building, and she dug her nails into his shoulder, biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

Suddenly, she felt Rob's hand pull the front of her dress down and her breasts spilled out.  She felt his mouth on her nipple, his tongue flicking it roughly. She threw her head back, gasping at the sudden surge of pleasure. He sucked hard, pulling her breast deeper into his mouth, and she could feel her orgasm crashing down on her. She rode his hand as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and when she finally opened her eyes, she was still panting and gasping for breath.

Rob looked up at her, a smug expression on his face, and she knew he was proud of what he'd just done. She was about to push him away and tell him this had been a mistake, but before she could move, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and pressed them against her lips.

"Taste yourself," he demanded, and she opened her mouth and let him slide them inside. She could taste herself, her own arousal, and it was intoxicating.  She looked toward her husband again, still passed out in his chair. 

She sucked hard on Rob's fingers, looking directly into his eyes.

She could feel her own arousal still coating her thighs and she knew that she wanted more. Her pussy was still clenching, still hungry for more.

"Is that what you wanted, Becca?" Rob whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Is this what you've been thinking about since I moved in?"

Becca forced herself not to nod, not to give him the satisfaction of a response.  Instead she looked down at her exposed breasts and moaned softly.

Rob pulled his fingers from her mouth and kissed her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth greedily.  Then just as quickly he broke their kiss and leaned into her ear.

"That's all for tonight," he whispered, then pulled away and got up from the sofa.

He grabbed his glass of whiskey from the table and took a long swig, his eyes never leaving hers.

Becca sat there, stunned.

What the hell, she thought. She just had her most intense orgasm in a long time, by her husband's best friend, in their own living room, while her husband was passed out just a few meters away from them.

She looked down at her naked breasts and hiked up dress, feeling intensely aroused and ashamed. Her nipples were still hard, and she could feel her arousal still pulsing between her legs. She watched as Rob turned and walked out of the room.

She sat there for several moments, trying to gather her thoughts. She could hear Tim snoring loudly across the room, and she knew she needed to get herself together before she went to bed. She pulled her dress back up to cover her breasts and fixed her hair, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

What the fuck had just happened, she thought.  She felt unsatisfied and humiliated.  He had stripped her breasts bare and ravaged her pussy with his fingers until she came, then simply got up and left her there.  Who the fuck did he think he was, Becca thought, her mind racing. She felt angry and used, but yet she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins. 

Becca got up from the sofa, her legs wobbly. She looked at her husband and decided to just let him sleep in the chair.  She made her way down the hallway to their bedroom, but stopped looking at the closed door of the guest room. 

Was Rob playing some kind of game?  Did he expect her to follow him to his room, desperate for him to fuck her?  Did he think she would just become his fuck toy, a secret mistress to him living right under her husband's nose?

She reached for his door handle thinking she would end this now.  She would give him a piece of her mind and make sure he understood that she wasn't his plaything. She had let him finger her on the couch only because she was drunk. But that didn't mean she was just going to let him use her whenever he wanted. But she stopped herself right before her hand reached the handle.  She felt confused and just couldn't think straight.

She let out a frustrated sigh and turned away from the guest room door.

There was no way she could face him right now. She needed some time alone to clear her head and figure out what the hell was going on.

She continued down the hallway and stepped into the master bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. She couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation and anger, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. Tears started to well up in her eyes, and she quickly walked over to the bedside table and grabbed a tissue.

She began to wipe away her makeup, removing any trace of the woman who had let her husband's best friend finger her to an intense orgasm.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel disgusted. She didn't recognize the woman staring back at her, her eyes filled with guilt and shame. She had always considered herself to be a loyal and loving wife, but in just a few short weeks, she had managed to throw all of that away.

Becca slipped out of her dress and climbed into bed, curling up under the blankets.

She couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. She kept replaying the events of the night in her mind, and with each replay, she felt a confusing mix of shame and arousal.

She reached down and slid her hand between her legs and felt the warmth and wetness between them. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Rob's hand, his fingers.  She imagined sneaking next door into the guest room right now.  It would be so easy.

She was just one door away from him. She could just slip out of her bed, strip off her underwear and tip-toe down the hallway and into the guest room. No one would have to know. She could just let herself experience one final moment of pure passion before returning to her life as a faithful wife.

Just at the point she was imagining herself climbing on top of Rob, sliding herself down over his thick cock, her second orgasm of the night hit her like a tidal wave.

She let out a long and loud moan and arched her back, biting her bottom lip as the pleasure washed over her. She slid two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy, trying to imagine it was Rob's cock. She spread her legs wider, pushing her fingers deeper inside of herself, trying to fulfill the hunger that Rob had awoken in her.

Finally, she  came down from her orgasm, her breathing still ragged and uneven.

As she lay there, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her. She had just cheated on her husband with his best friend, and right in the same room while he slept. She felt terrible.

But as guilty as she felt, she couldn't shake the feeling of satisfaction that still lingered in her body. She had never felt so alive, so turned on before. And even though she knew that she shouldn't, she wanted more.

-- stay tuned for PT 2 --