His Wife's Best Friend

Ramona reached out with her soft, delicate hand and wrapped her fingers around me.

An explosion of pleasure shot through my body—electric, tingling.

This wasn't just touching. She was stroking me. Deliberately.

After days of pent-up frustration, I was already on edge. The way she moved her hand up and down only made it worse.

The fire inside me blazed hotter, consuming everything. My organs felt like they were burning up.

I couldn't stop myself from trembling.

Only then did she pull back, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Now I get it," she purred. "You're this thick? No wonder Rachel can't handle you."

I fumbled with my shorts, desperate to cover up before I lost all control and pounced on her right there.

"Not my fault," I mumbled defensively. "It's not like I can just... not. The pressure builds up. It hurts."

Ramona stood up. Then, to my shock, she settled onto my lap.

Her round, firm ass pressed right against my straining erection. The contact was maddening.

"I came here to talk sense into you. Can't you just take it easier on her? If she divorces you, I won't get to see you anymore."

She shifted her weight, grinding against me slightly. The friction sent fresh waves of heat crashing through my veins.

What was her game? First, she touched me, now she's sitting on my lap like this. Was she actually offering herself to me?

"It's not about me being too rough. The second I'm inside her, she starts crying about the pain."

Ramona let out a little laugh at that.

"Well... that does complicate things. Maybe you should just stop having sex with her altogether? Focus on being a good husband instead?"

I couldn't help myself—I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist. Soft. Slender. Incredible to touch.

"Not possible. I'd literally explode."

She was being so forward. Was she trying to replace my wife? I took a deep breath and gathered my courage.

"Since you're here... why don't you help me out?"

Ramona slapped my chest playfully, feigning outrage.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm your wife's best friend. You want me to cheat on her with you?"

My heart sank. So this wasn't heading where I'd hoped.

Then she added, almost casually, "Sex isn't the only option, you know. There are other ways. Hands. Mouth..."

She demonstrated as she spoke, her lips forming a perfect O that made my imagination run wild.

I shook my head firmly.

"No way. Once in a while, maybe. But every day? That'd get old fast."

Hearing that, Ramona sighed and slid off my lap, returning to the couch.

"Then what's the solution? It's not like you can divorce her and find someone else. Rachel's my best friend. I don't want to see her marriage fall apart. And I hate watching her suffer like this."

I studied her as she spoke. Despite her words, her body told a different story. Every curve screamed unfulfilled desire.

A woman this beautiful, married to some rich old geezer who couldn't get it up if his life depended on it. The waste of it.

She must be starving for real attention.

Screw it.

I moved closer, settling beside her on the couch. My hand found its way under her skirt.

When my fingers grazed her inner thigh, she didn't flinch. Didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned into the touch.

"Well, well. Cole. Didn't know you had it in you to be so bold."

I grinned, pressing further. Finding her heat.

She batted my hand away, but there was no real force behind it.

"Stop that. I'm not your wife, you know."

Liar. I'd already felt the dampness through her panties.

My middle finger traced along the seam, teasing. 'Let's see how long that act lasts.'

"Mmm... ah... you can't touch me there."

Her cheeks flushed. Her voice went breathy and thick.

Exactly as I'd guessed. Denied for too long. Well, tonight, we'd both get what we needed.

"You show up at my place alone, dressed like this, this late. What did you think would happen? You touched me first. Now I'm aching. Time to follow through."

I murmured the words against her ear.

She was barely holding on now. Her legs parted slightly, giving me more room.

"We can't... we're both married... It's wrong..."

She tried to squeeze her thighs shut, but I forced them back open with my hand.

"Married? You still spend your nights with male escorts. Drop the act. None of those pretty boys can give you what I can."

I lifted her onto my shoulder in one smooth motion and carried her to the bedroom.

She squirmed against me, her perfect ass in the air, legs kicking uselessly.

"Put me down! Have you lost your mind?!"

I tossed her onto the bed. Grabbed her ankles. Slipped off her heels.

Her feet were small and delicate, warm in my hands. Perfect.

I lifted one to my face, inhaling deeply. Her scent filled my lungs, went straight to my head. My blood roared in my ears.

"Ramona. God, you smell incredible. Bet you've never had anything like what I'm packing. Let me show you what you've been missing."

She lay there, eyes squeezed shut, still trying to look resistant.

"I'm your wife's best friend... We really shouldn't..."

But her body betrayed her. Her legs had fallen open, revealing the damp spot spreading across her white panties.

I tore them aside. The sight that greeted me was too much to resist.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and buried myself between them.