My Best Friend's Wife: Payback

My phone lit up while I was scrolling on the couch. It was a message from Lori. Rick’s wife.

“I need to ask you something about Rick. Come by the house, don’t tell him I talked to yoyu”

My gut twisted. Rick was my best friend since college. We’d been through everything together. If something was wrong with him and Lori, I didn’t want to be in the middle. But I couldn’t ignore it.

I replied fast. “Alrihght. Im on my way.”

Fifteen minutes later I pulled into their driveway. Rick’s car was gone. Lights warm in the living room windows. Lori opened the door before I rang the bell. She wore a thin white tank top and gray sweat shorts. No bra. Hair messy like she’d been running her hands through it. Eyes puffy but sharp.

“Hey Sean. Come on in. Sit on the couch.”

I stepped inside. The house smelled like her lavender lotion and a hint of wine. She locked the door behind me. I sat. She sat on the coffee table right in front of me, knees brushing mine.

“So…..what happened?” I asked “What is it about?”

Lori looked straight at me. “Be honest Sean….. Did you know that Rick was cheating with one of his officemates?”

I replied . “Wh-what? No! Besides, why would he cheat on you?”

She sighed heavy. “I checked his phone last night. It was full of messages from a girl. I read their conversations. They…..they even have a video while having sex. At our bed! At our bed, Sean!”

My stomach dropped. “Wait….calm down, Lori. Have you told Rick?”

She then said “For what? Will anything change? That motherfucker thinks he can just do what he wants.”

She stood up. Paced once. Then stopped. Looked at me again. “Why would he do this to me? Am I not attractive to him anymore? Am I ugly? Am I not sexy? Fuck!”

I stood up too. “Come on, Lori, don’t say that. That’s not true. You’re very pretty. Maybe Rick’s the problem. Don’t blame yourself. I’m even jealous of Rick. He has a wife that’s smart, pretty, and sexy, you know. I don’t know why he’d do that to someone like you”

Lori stopped moving then looked at me. “Do you….. really mean that?”

I replied “Of course! He’s the problem, not you”

“No…….” She stepped closer “about me being pretty and sexy”

I felt heat crawl up my neck. “Oh uhm…..sorry…..It’s inappropriate for me to say that to my friend’s wife”

She shook her head. “No….actually…..it made me feel…. valued”

She took another step. Close enough I could smell her skin. “Sean? Maybe… maybe you could help me feel that?”

My dick got hard in my jeans. “I think I should go now. Rick might come home soon”

She replied “He’s not. He’s with his bitch officemate.” Her voice cracked just a little. “Please, Sean….”

Silence hung thick. Her eyes were locked on mine. Wet. Angry. Hungry.

I reached out. Touched her cheek. She leaned into it. Then she kissed me. Hard. Desperate. Tongue pushing past my lips. I kissed back. Hands slid to her waist. Pulled her against me. She felt my hardness. Moaned into my mouth.

She broke away. Pulled her tank top off. Tits full. Nipples hard. “Fuck me, Sean. Make me forget about him.”

I pushed her back onto the couch. Yanked her shorts down. No panties. Pussy already wet. Lips shiny. She spread her legs wide.

I dropped between them. Tongue on her clit right away. Licked it in slow circles. She gasped. Hands in my hair. “Yes…fuck…just like that”

I sucked her clit. Slid two fingers inside. Pumped them. She bucked. “He never eats me like this… god…”

She came quick. Shaking. Flooding my mouth. Thighs clamped my head.

I stood up. Undo my jeans. Dick sprang out. Hard. Thick. Leaking. She sat up. Grabbed it. Stroked slow. “Bigger than his….fucking shit”

She leaned forward. Took me deep. Sucked hard. Tongue swirling. I groaned. Fucked her mouth slow. Then pulled out.

“Turn around” I said

She got on her knees. Ass up. I lined up to her tight hole. Pushed in raw. She was tight. Wet. Hot. Stretched around me. “Fuck…you feel so good.”

She pushed back. “Harder! Fuck me like I’m yours”

I gripped her hips. Pounded deep. Couch creaking. Her tits bounced. She reached under. Rubbed her clit. “He never fucks me this hard…he never makes me feel wanted….”

I flipped her onto her back. Legs over my shoulders. Slammed back in. Deep. Fast. Balls slapping her ass.

She clawed at my arms. “Cum inside me… fill me up… make me yours tonight. He doesn’t deserve this pussy anymore.”

That pushed me over. Heat exploded through me. I thrust deep one last time and groaned loud. Thick ropes of cum shot inside her, pulsing hot and heavy. She clenched hard around me and came again, milking every drop. Cum leaked out around my dick and ran down her thighs onto the couch.

I stayed inside her for a second, feeling her pulse around me, then pulled out slow. I watched my cum drip from her pussy.

She lay there panting, legs still spread, looking up at me with a small smile. “If he cheats again… you come back here. No questions. You fuck me again. And again.”

I zipped up and nodded. “Deal”

I walked out and left her there, messy and full of my cum, finally satisfied.

And next time he fucked up, I’d be back.