My wife and her best friend have known each other since high school. They graduated from the same college and are those typical best friends (there are three of them, but the third isn't very relevant to what happened). They always go out to eat, we regularly have meals at each other's houses, celebrate birthdays, Christmas, etc.

I met her friend a few months after meeting my wife. When I met her, she didn't have a boyfriend, and later she started a relationship with a friend from her college days. When they started dating, the friend distanced herself from my wife and only went out and posted things with her boyfriend. My wife even commented on her disappointment and told me how she included her in our plans when she was single, etc. In the end, they got engaged (quite quickly after meeting) and my wife started seeing her more often, less than before, but they did see each other, and she would tell me how in love and excited she was about all the plans they had, that she had found her soulmate, and that they already had a wedding date. They got married, and, so as not to upset them, the guy, a few months later, cheated on her with a coworker.

I was there the night she found out, and I heard from her what had happened. How and with whom the guy cheated on her is a story for another day. But the woman was devastated, crying, calming down a little, then crying again, and during the night and early morning, after drinking a bottle of whiskey, she fell asleep.

She went back to her parents' house for a while and we included her in our plans (like in the old days) and for about a month she was depressed and we started including her more so she wouldn't be alone and sad.

Thanks to the relationship, over the years I've seen her in all sorts of ways: all dolled up and sexy, all disheveled and a mess, etc. And yes, the girl is hot, but I was never obvious about it.

Finally, it all started on those nights when I would take her home drunk and disillusioned. I suspected she liked me and that she was playing the victim when I took her home or when she was drunk so I would carry her to her door. I knew because on one occasion, at a shopping mall, when we got into an elevator and I turned around, I noticed she glanced at my backside, or when she was at home, on more than one occasion, I caught her looking at me from behind.

On that occasion, she got drunk at home and, as usual, I took her home. On the way, she started telling me how lonely she felt and how sad she still was, the usual, although this time she told me she wasn't woman enough for her husband and what an idiot and stupid she was for not realizing it, and she cried rather intensely, more than usual. I started to console her, but also because I'm quite a pervert and a jerk, I told her she was a good woman and also what an idiot her husband was (they were still married, but separated), that it wasn't her fault, that she was too much woman and any man would be lucky and win the ultimate prize by having her. Things you say when women want attention or when you want your wife happy. She cried inconsolably and I hugged her, pressed her against my chest.

This time, I wanted to see if she was really playing the victim or if she wanted me to fix her up. Her face was buried in my chest, so I put my hand on her chin and lifted her face until we were looking into each other's eyes, our lips inches apart. Then I took her by the waist with one arm and said softly, "If you were my wife, I would devour you every night until you fell asleep in orgasms, not tears." Then I kissed her. At first she resisted, but since I had her embraced, she responded to the kiss. Then I started to run my hands over and touch her legs, I put my hand between her skirt and she moaned a little when I started to touch her wet vagina over her panties. She gasped harder and harder and told me "STOP," pulled my arm away from between her legs, pushed me away and said:

This is wrong, we can't do this. What happens if they see us, what happens to Isabel (my wife)?

Let's go somewhere else where we won't have this problem.

Are you crazy? You're my friend's husband, this can't happen. Besides, despite my own problems, I'm married too. And I'm not going to risk my best friend or make things worse with my husband, and even less so by sleeping with you, that's wrong.

Aren't you jealous that your husband cheated on you for a year and you, so loyal, endured it without suspecting anything? In the end, if it stays between us, nobody will get hurt. Besides, you yourself said: Isabel (my wife) has complete trust in us and won't suspect anything. Or are you going to deny that you don't want to and that you don't like me?

So, without saying anything to me, she got out of the car and left on foot. As the days passed, I knew she hadn't said anything because my wife seemed normal. So, through WhatsApp, I started texting her asking if she had thought about what we talked about. And if she had ever imagined herself making love with me. She told me not to start with those things. But I insisted and ignored those messages and continued.

Wouldn't you love to feel the adrenaline rush of the two of us making love while our husbands continue as if nothing happened?

I'm not going to lose my friend and my husband just because I'm horny.

Have you ever imagined what it would be like for me to make love to you? What would it be like for you to do it?

I started asking her more things about sex, like what she liked, what she was like in bed. She answered and asked me her own questions. Through WhatsApp, I also told her how we should proceed so that no one would get hurt, delete messages, use keywords, or start conversations in a certain way, etc. That obviously everything that happened would stay between us and everything was purely carnal, without falling in love.

And she told me that if we were going to have all these rules, it was because it was going to be a recurring thing.

Wouldn't you like to stay with me? I, for example, saw you on (her husband's) birthday and you were so beautiful, not just chic and elegant, but always sexy and gorgeous. With your little lilac feet, you were so beautiful, Alice. I've imagined myself so many times sucking on them while I'm spanking you. That night you arrived heartbroken, it made me want to think that you never made any advances and I didn't know about any of your infidelities (my wife literally knows her whole life story) and he repaid you like this. If I were your husband, I would keep you happy forever.

At that moment, she confessed everything: that yes, she was attracted to me, that she noticed how I treated my wife, and that she liked how I dressed for the office, whether formally or casually (I try to stay in good shape, always exercise, and dress well), and when we went to the beach and she saw me shirtless, etc. In short, despite telling me she was very aroused by the messages I sent, she couldn't do it because of her friend (my wife).

About a week later, my wife mentioned that Alice had asked her about a beauty salon she goes to and had already sent me the Instagram profile, but couldn't find the location and asked me for the street name, etc.

Subtly, I figured out what time she would arrive. That day, I went, parked a little further down the block, and waited outside the car. She arrived and, upon seeing me, didn't go into the salon and gave me a confused gesture from a distance, like "what the hell is this?". So I texted on WhatsApp, "it's okay, it's just us," and gestured for her to come closer.

What are you doing here? Are you crazy? How do you know? Why?

You can probably guess, but besides, that doesn't matter, I want us to talk in private, just come with me for a little while.

I took her hand and she pulled it away.

No, we can't, get out of here before someone sees us, seriously.

If that's true, it's not in our best interest to be seen here in public, and I'm not leaving until you get in the car with me.

She insisted and insisted that I leave, but seeing my stubbornness and the people passing by who stared at us as if we were "a couple arguing," she decided to get in her car. She left hers parked and followed me, saying, "Let's go for coffee or to the mall, let's not go somewhere isolated"... I ignored her and kept asking where we were going and insisting we not go to a motel. When we arrived and entered the room, I asked if she was sure. She nodded without saying anything, but visibly nervous and excited. We started kissing and touching each other, I quickly took off my shirt and undressed her, took out her breasts and put them in my mouth, I started kissing her desperately, her breasts and neck, sucking her nipples and opening her legs and running my hands along her thighs. Already naked, when I tried to kiss her, she pretended to kiss me and then denied me the kiss. She did it three times in a row, and I grabbed her by the neck and said:

Do you like warming my balls? – Yes.

I lifted her up and threw her on the bed. I took off my pants and when I approached her, I grabbed her head and brought it to my cock (which was already quite erect, hot, and swollen). She started sucking me, and several times my eyes went blank from how good it felt. She stared at me intently as if memorizing the image, as if it excited her, and she ran her tongue over my balls, the sides of my cock, then all over her face, or I slapped her with it, until I stood her up and she asked me if I had condoms. I told her I did, but that I wanted to feel her without anything. She told me we couldn't, but I told her we already trusted each other and that nothing would happen. I picked her up and placed her on the desk (the motel I go to, I go into the office-themed room because it has a desk) and we were at the perfect height, pelvis to pelvis. I threw a towel on the floor for traction, so she wouldn't slip and I could thrust into her forcefully, in a way that would take her apart. I started thrusting into her while sucking on her breasts and toes. She moaned loudly and told me:

Oh, that feels so good, daddy, that feels so good, eat me like that, don't stop, yes, give it to me harder.

I thrust into her and penetrated her without completely withdrawing my penis, carrying her with my arms supporting her hips and counter-attacking forcefully, pelvis to pelvis. She continued moaning and squeezing me and panting and moaning louder and louder until she said to me:

Oh, daddy, that's so good, is that how you eat Isabel? Huh? Is that how you eat her, daddy? Yes, daddy, that's so good, keep going, keep going, keep going, hard, you son of a bitch, that's so good, yes, yes.

I kept going at it hard, licking her feet, grabbing her neck, slapping her face, grabbing her face like she was my whore (because at that moment she completely was), and, on top of that, hearing her howl like a bitch begging me not to stop and to keep making her my woman. I groaned with her as she thrust her hips towards me and wrapped her legs around me. All of this brought me to the peak of climax… I told her:

I'm going to have an orgasm.

Cum inside, papi, keep going, don't pull out, please, don't stop, don't stop.

I expended all my energy and, on the verge of a cramp in my right calf, grabbed her by the ankles and began thrusting forcefully into her. She continued moaning and howling:

Oh, that feels so good, daddy, I'm going to cum, yes, keep going, you son of a bitch, yes, like that, that feels so good, yes, don't stop, yes, yes, yes, aAaghighsaahd!!

Her legs were trembling and she was writhing. I hugged her and she squeezed me and said slowly: stop, stop, please. I stayed inside her for a while and we counted to three to pull out. I gave her a good load inside, I was so excited. Then, the semen started to drip from her vagina.

We lay in bed cuddling, talking about what happened. We also agreed that we would both remember and respect the rules, and I took her to the salon. She got into her car and went home. Currently, she's back with her husband. We continue with our routine of family and friend outings, but every now and then we always come to an agreement and sneak away. Once, even at Christmas, we did it in the same room with my wife sleeping in the same room and her husband in the bathroom.

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