Seducing My Best Friend’s Husband


The sun beamed through the windows as I walked in, my best friend happy to see me but also apprehensive at the same time. I didn’t know why she was so hesitant, but I had an idea. Her husband, John, was a tall and handsome man, who I had always admired from afar.

I remember the butterflies in my stomach as I laid eyes on him, and I could feel scandalous thoughts invading my mind. We both share a long history of friendship and I was uncomfortable bringing my fantasies to light. I wanted to make love to John, but I wasn’t sure if I should act on the impulses or leave them be.

My best friend welcomed me with open arms, but somewhere I could sense tension between her and her husband. She seemed to be adjusting her husband’s clothing multiple times, and I only now could recognize that this may have been a sign of her discomfort around me.

John greeted me with a warm hug, and I could feel his body heat radiating off him. He wore a shirt that revealed his toned arms and I remember imagining what his body looked like beneath his shirt.

“You two were together for a while, right?” My best friend playfully asked us.

John and I looked at each other and laughed. We had been friends since high school but our relationship went deeper than that. When we were alone, I had always felt a spark between us, but neither of us had acted on it. His wife was always around, and I couldn’t help but feel like she didn’t approve of our bond.

As I sipped my coffee, I could see John eyeing me from across the table. He seemed to be sizing me up and for the first time in years, I felt like I was being seen. I couldn’t deny the sparks I felt and I began to think that maybe I could seduce my best friend’s husband.

An awkward silence filled the room as I avoided eye contact with John. My best friend sensed the tension and advised us to take a walk in the garden. We both agreed to her suggestion, and I was handed a glass of wine for us to share.

The warm summer air rushed past us as we strolled around the garden. All of the sudden, John suggested we take a seat by the lake. I followed him, feeling more aroused with every step we took. Once we were seated, John shifted closer to me and I felt my heart skip a beat. His smile was inviting, yet I still couldn’t seem to find the courage to kiss him.

John seemed to read my mind as he leaned in and pressed his lips gently to mine. The kiss was passionate and I could feel every emotion radiating off him. His tongue explored my mouth hungrily as suspense coursed through my veins. His smoky scent surrounded me, and I longed to know his touch.

John placed his hands on my hips and I could feel the warmth of his skin through my clothes. He pulled me in closer, and our kiss deepened as I felt my desire for him rising.

John slid his hand up my back and cupped the back of my neck, our lips still locked together. My heart raced faster, my body craving for his touch. John moved his hands to my waist, caressing them. He then began to undo my clothes and I was too aroused to stop him.

He then pushed me onto the grass and spread my legs with his hand. John began kissing my neck as his hands traveled south. His fingers stroked my inner thighs and I trembled with pleasure. I felt an ache between my legs as he continued to tantalize me.

John then gently massaged my pussy and I wanted to scream with pleasure. His fingers caressed my clit, sending waves of pleasure all over my body. He then slid his fingers inside me and began thrusting them in and out. I moaned louder as I felt my body trembling with pleasure.

I begged him to fuck me, and he obliged. He entered me slowly and I could feel his thrusts intensifying with each passing moment. His dick filled every inch of me and I was in pure ecstasy. I held onto his arms as he pounded into me, feeling like I was in another world.

John moved his hands to my back, pushing my hips closer to him and I felt my orgasm building up. As he reached his climax, he grabbed my hips tightly and I too peaked, my body shaking with pleasure. I felt my juices dripping down my thighs, and I was thankful for John being my first ever orgasm.

We both lay in the grass, exhausted from making love. We shared a long and passionate embrace that I was never going to forget.

John and I made love on multiple occasions afterwards, and it was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. I was torn with guilt, as his wife knew nothing of our affair and I felt immensely guilty for betraying her. But I knew that I loved John, and that feeling was worth the guilt I felt.

Making love with John was something that I’ll never forget. I’ll always remember how passionate and powerful it felt, and how much joy it brought into my life. I’ve never felt so alive, and I will be eternally grateful to John for giving me a chance to explore my sexuality.