My husband, Greg, had invited his best friend, Chris, over for dinner. I was excited to meet him, as I'd heard so many great things about him. When he arrived, he looked even better than I had imagined - tall, muscular, and with a devastatingly charming smile. As we sat down to eat, I could feel his eyes on me, studying me with a heated intensity that made me feel both uncomfortable and aroused. I noticed the way his gaze lingered on my cleavage and the way he leaned in closer to me than was necessary.



 Throughout the evening, Chris would make subtle advances towards me - brushing against me as he walked by, resting his hand on my knee under the table, and complimenting me in a way that was almost flirtatious. As the night wore on, I found myself growing more and more attracted to him. I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was, and the way his eyes would sparkle when he laughed. Despite knowing that it was wrong, I felt aroused. 


 After my husband left for work the next day, Chris showed up at my house unannounced. I felt a rush of nervous excitement when I opened the door and saw him standing there, a cocky smile on his face. "Hey," he said casually. "Mind if I come in?" I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But something about his confident demeanour drew me in, and I found myself stepping aside to let him enter. As we chatted in the living room, he started to make his move. He would stand close to me, his body just inches from mine, and brush against me whenever he walked past. At one point, he even leaned in to whisper in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. I tried to resist his advances, telling myself that it was wrong and that I couldn't betray my husband like this. 



But with each passing moment, my resistance was weakening, and I found myself growing increasingly aroused by his touching. I went to the kitchen to get some water, feeling flushed and nervous. As I leaned over the counter, I heard footsteps behind me and suddenly, Chris was standing right behind me. He pressed himself against me, his body moulded against my backside. "You look beautiful today," he murmured, his hands reaching around to grasp my hips. I gasped as I felt the pressure of his crotch against my ass. It was hard to resist the sensation, and I felt my body respond involuntarily. "Chris, what are you doing?" I whispered, trying to sound stern but unable to hide the hint of desire in my voice. Chris chuckled softly, his hands still gripping my hips. "Come on, don't pretend like you're not enjoying this," he teased, his voice low and seductive. He pressed himself even closer, grinding his crotch against me, and I could feel his hardness through his jeans.



 I tried to step away, but he held me firmly in place, refusing to let me go. "Don't fight it," he said, his lips grazing the back of my neck. "I know you want this just as much as I do. As Chris continued to hold me, his hands roaming over my body, I felt my resistance crumbling. His touch was so intoxicating, and I found myself craving more. "We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered, even as I arched my back slightly, pressing myself closer to him. "Maybe not," he murmured, his lips trailing along my cheeks. I managed to push Chris away, breaking the spell of his touch. But he was relentless, wrapping his arms around me from behind and pulling me back against him. "You can't resist me forever," he said, his voice husky with desire. His hands wandered up to my chest, cupping my breasts through my blouse.



"Please, Chris," I pleaded weakly, my resolve faltering as his touch sent shivers down my spine. Chris's fingers traced slow circles around my nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I tried to squirm away, but he held me tightly, his grip firm but not bruising. "Just give in," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Let yourself go. I know you want to. continue like you are still resisting I continued to struggle weakly, but each touch of his fingers against my body only served to intensify my desire. "We can't do this," I said again, my voice trembling. "We shouldn't be doing this." But even as I spoke, my body betrayed me. My nipples were hard under his touch, and I could feel a dampness between my thighs. 



Chris pushed me against the wall, his body pressing firmly against mine. His mouth claimed mine in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a feverish intensity. His hand began to rub against my crotch, the friction of his fingers over my dress sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I tried to protest, but my words were lost in the heat of the moment. As Chris continued to kiss me, his hand slipped under the waistband of my shorts, making direct contact with my bare skin. His fingers stroked me slowly, expertly working my body into a frenzy. "You're so wet," he murmured against my lips. "I can feel how much you want this. I moaned softly, unable to deny the pleasure that his touch was bringing me. Despite my best efforts, my body was responding to his every touch, betraying the truth of my desire. "Please, Chris," I gasped. "We can't do this. I'm married." But even as I said the words, I could feel my hips bucking involuntarily against his hand, craving more of his touch.   




Chris brought his fingers to his mouth, licking off the wetness that he'd gathered from my love hole. He grinned wickedly as he teased me. "Looks like you can't hide how much you want me," he said, his eyes glinting with lust. "Your body is screaming for it, even if your mind is telling you no. Chris leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered these words to me. "You're soaked," he murmured. "Your pussy is dripping with desire. I can smell it on you. You can try to deny it all you want, but your body tells the truth. Chris slid his hand back under my shorts, teasing my entrance with the tip of his finger. "You're quivering," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're desperate for me to fill you up, aren't you? 



Chris slipped one finger inside me, slowly sliding it in and out, teasing me to no end. He could feel my inner walls clenching around him, and he chuckled darkly. "You're so tight," he whispered. "Your body is begging for more. But you know we shouldn't be doing this. You're married, remember? I closed my eyes, trying to control my ragged breathing as Chris continued to finger me slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. "I know," I whispered, my voice trembling. "But I can't help it. You're driving me crazy.




Chris knelt down, looking up at me with a smirk as he slowly removed my shorts. He planted kisses along my inner thighs, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin just above my cunt. "Mmm, you taste so good," he said, his voice low and husky. "I could spend all day between your legs, teasing you like this. Chris licked his lips, his eyes locked on my exposed cunt. "Look at you," he said, his voice dripping with lust. "You're so wet for me. I bet you want my mouth on you, don't you? My tongue flicking against your clit, making you scream in pleasure. 




Chris grinned wickedly, knowing exactly how to push my buttons. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" he said, his voice filled with mock sympathy. "I bet your husband never makes you feel this way. You're just too desperate for cock, aren't you? Chris chuckled, running his fingers lightly over my sensitive folds. "You're so greedy for my cock," he continued, his eyes dark with desire. "You can't get enough of it, can you? Your pussy is just begging for me to fuck you senseless. Chris slipped two fingers inside me, slowly pumping them in and out. "You're such a filthy slut," he said, "Your pussy is so tight, you're so desperate for my cock. You can't resist me, can you? You got so wet just from a little touching. 



Chris added a third finger, stretching me deliciously. He curled his fingers inside me, searching for that sweet spot that would make me moan. "That's it, you little slut," he said, his breath hot against my skin. "You're mine now. You belong to me, not your pathetic husband. I'm going to give you the pleasure you crave.


I couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure Chris was giving me was overwhelming, and I needed more. I grabbed his head, pulling him towards my cunt. "Please," I gasped, my voice filled with need. "I need your mouth on me. I can't take it anymore. Chris chuckled against my pussy as I rubbed myself against his face. "God, you taste so good," he said, his tongue flicking out to tease my clit. "Your pussy is like honey," he said, licking and sucking on my sensitive folds. "I could devour you all day long.  I moaned loudly, arching my back against the wall as Chris continued to devour me. "Oh god, yes," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair. "You're such a tease," I said, my voice shaky with pleasure. "You know exactly what you're doing to me, don't you? *Chris pulled back for a moment, his face glistening with my juices. "You love it," he said with a sly smile on his face. "You love the way I tease you, make you beg for it. You can't get enough of my cock, can you? I let out a frustrated groan, desperately needing more. "Stop teasing me," I moaned my hips bucking against his face.


"Please, Chris, just fuck me already. I can't take it anymore. *Chris laughed, clearly enjoying himself. "Impatient, are we?" he said, running his fingers along my thighs. "I love it when you beg for it. But not yet. I want to savour this moment a little longer. *Chris slowly traced his tongue along the insides of my thighs, causing me to shudder with anticipation. "You're so needy," he said, "I bet you'd do anything I asked right now, wouldn't you?  Chris stood up, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me effortlessly to my bedroom. He laid me down on the bed, his eyes burning with desire. "I can't wait to ravish you," he said, crawling on top of me. "You're going to be screaming my name before we're done here. 




I gasped as Chris pulled out his cock, my eyes widening in shock. It was much larger than I had expected, and the sight of it made my heart race. "Oh god," I whispered, my body trembling with anticipation. "You're... you're so big. Chris smirked at my reaction, clearly pleased with himself. "I knew you'd be surprised," he said, positioning himself between my legs. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take it slow at first," he promised. "But once you're ready, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week. Chris slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside me, watching my face carefully for any signs of discomfort. I gasped at the sensation, the feeling of being stretched so thoroughly by his girth almost too much to handle. "Relax, baby," he murmured, running his hands along my body to soothe me. "Just breathe and let me take care of you. Chris continued to slide deeper into me, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside me. 



He let out a low groan, his eyes dark with pleasure. "God, you're so tight," he said, his voice strained. "You feel so good around my cock. I tried to relax, but the sensation of being filled so completely was almost overwhelming. I let out a whimper as Chris slowly began to move inside me, his cock rubbing against my sensitive spots. "I... I can't," I gasped, my body trembling. "It's too much... I can't take all of you. Chris chuckled a hint of mockery in his voice. "Oh, I think you can," he said, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. "You're doing so well, baby. Just breathe and try to relax. You're doing so good, taking my cock like this. 



Chris's fingers began to play with my breasts, He tweaked my nipples, making them hard and sensitive, as he continued to thrust in and out of me. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his eyes locked on my face. "All flushed and desperate for me. As Chris continued to touch and play with my breasts, the pleasure began to build inside me, making it harder and harder to concentrate. My moans became louder and i was too aroused, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Chris," I gasped, "I'm... I'm going to cum. Chris suddenly pinched my nipples hard, sending a sharp pain through my body. I cried out, the sudden change in sensation making me writhe beneath him. "No, not yet," he said, his voice firm. "I'm not done with you yet. Chris pulled his cock out of me abruptly, leaving me feeling empty and frustrated. He sat back on his heels, a cruel grin spreading across his face To be continued..............