I had sex with my wifes friend. It will happen again.

It’s been three days since my wife’s friend, Naomi, has been staying with us. She’s a wonderful person – funny, charming, and an absolute genius in the kitchen. But the entire time she’s been here, I’ve been having a hard time keeping my eyes off of her. It has nothing to do with her personality, it’s just that she has this body… God, that body. Tight, toned legs, wide hips, and a juicy ass that just bounces and jiggles with every step. She’s thicker than my wife, but still has that athletic build from working out regularly.

I tried to talk to my wife about it, telling her that Naomi’s constant fluffy shorts and tight tank tops were driving me crazy. But she just laughed it off, saying Naomi’s just built that way and she can’t help it. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about my wife’s best friend like this… but I can’t help it.

Last night, they came home late from the gym, both glistening with sweat in their tight workout gear. I was on the couch when they walked in and I immediately felt my cock start to stiffen at the sight of them. My wife gave me a quick kiss and said they were both starving, then headed off to shower.

Naomi stayed behind to chat with me more about their gym session. As she spoke excitedly about all the weight they’d lifted, she shed her jacket, revealing her sports bra underneath. She plopped down next to me on the couch, apologizing for being so sweaty but wanting to share more. I had to grab a blanket to cover my growing erection, not wanting her to notice.

But then she suddenly stopped talking and looked at me with a knowing smirk. “You’re not really hearing anything I’m saying, are you?” She scooted closer, eyeing the blanket covering my lap. “I think I know what’s distracting you… and I can help with that. It’ll only take a few minutes.” Before I could react, she’d snatched away the blanket and started tugging down my sweatpants. “No, wait-” I protested weakly, but she just looked up at me and said “It’s my fault you’re so hard, so let me take care of it for you.” She reached back to unclasp her sports bra, freeing her big, bouncy tits. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them as they jiggled in the air. Then she wrapped her hand around my cock and gave it a slow stroke. “God, you’re big,” she purred appreciatively. “I’ve seen you walking around the house, thinking no one notices… but I see everything.”

She started kissing up and down my shaft, her full lips leaving trails of wetness on my skin. Teasing me, worshipping every inch. When she finally took me into her mouth, I couldn’t help but groan and bury my fingers in her dark hair. She took me deep, sucking hard as her hand worked the base. Spit dripped down my shaft as she bobbed her head faster and faster. I felt that familiar pressure building, my cock throbbing against her tongue.

She pulled off suddenly, still stroking me. “Cum for me, baby,” she breathed, sticking out her tongue. With a grunt, I let loose, spurting thick ropes of cum all over her face and tits. She made a show of licking it off, not a single drop wasted. As she stood up, tits still shiny with my seed, I felt a surge of primal lust. I had to have her. I yanked her shorts down and buried my face between her legs, lapping at her soaked folds. She was fucking drenched. I could feel her holding back her moans as I ate her pussy, her hands fisting in my hair, trying to shove my face deeper.

Her thighs started to quake and quiver against my cheeks as she rode my tongue towards climax. I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot, and she gushed into my mouth with a stifled cry. The taste of her was incredible, sweet and musky. I lapped it all up greedily.

As she came down from her high, I stood and brought her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. I lined up my cock with her dripping entrance… but then I heard movement upstairs. It was my wife! Naomi must have heard her too. She quickly scurried off towards the guest room, leaving a trail of our mixed juices on the carpet. I hastily tucked myself away and tried to look casual as my wife came down the stairs, smiling at me. “Hey babe, sorry I took so long. I see Naomi’s still in the shower. We’re going to hit the gym again tomorrow, okay?”

I nodded dumbly, still reeling from what had just transpired. As my wife kissed me goodnight and headed to bed, I replayed every filthy moment with Naomi over in my head. The taste of her, the feel of her mouth… Fuck, I was already hard again.

I knew it was wrong, but now that I’d had a taste of her, I couldn’t imagine going back to ignoring her like before. What the hell was I going to do now? One thing was for sure – I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

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