Tasting my husband's best friend til we get caught.

“Ethan, **stop**,” I hissed, my voice trembling as I pressed my hands against his chest. His breath was hot on my neck, his lips dangerously close to my skin. The weight of his body pinned me against the wall, and I could feel the heat radiating from him, a heat I **shouldn’t** be craving. “This is wrong. You **know** this is wrong.”

His hands slid up my sides, firm and unrelenting, his fingers tracing the edge of my shirt. “Is it?” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, like velvet wrapped around something jagged. “Because it doesn’t feel wrong to me.” His lips brushed against my ear, and I shuddered, my resolve cracking like thin ice. “You’re shaking, James. You want this as much as I do.”

“I don’t,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. But my body betrayed me, leaning into him, craving the contact I’d been denying myself for so long. Ethan’s lips curved into a smirk, and he pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach twist.

“We’re just friends,” I insisted, my voice weak even to my own ears. “I’m **married**. To **David**.”

Ethan’s smirk deepened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear again. “And yet,” he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief, “here we are.”

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It had started innocently enough. Ethan had been my best friend for years, the kind of friend who knew everything about me—my fears, my insecurities, my deepest desires. He was the one I called when I needed advice, the one who always knew how to make me laugh when I was down. But after David and I got married, something shifted. Ethan started looking at me differently, his touches lingering a little too long, his jokes edged with something that felt less like friendship and more like… **more**.

At first, I ignored it. I chalked it up to his usual flirtatious nature, the way he teased everyone. But then the comments started coming more frequently, his eyes holding mine a little too long, his hand brushing against mine when we passed drinks at the bar. And then came the night that changed everything.

It was a Friday evening, and David was out of town for work. Ethan had come over under the guise of keeping me company, but the moment he stepped through the door, I knew something was off. He was wearing that smirk of his, the one that always made me nervous, and he had a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Thought we could have a little fun,” he said, his tone casual, but his eyes were anything but.

We drank. We laughed. We talked about everything and nothing. And then, somehow, we ended up on the couch, sitting so close that our thighs were touching. My heart was pounding in my chest, my skin tingling with every accidental brush of his hand. And then, without warning, he turned to me, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite name.

“James,” he said softly, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “You know I’ve always wanted you.”

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. “Ethan, don’t.”

But he didn’t stop. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from mine. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “Tell me, and I’ll stop.”

I should have said it. I **should** have. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I sat there, paralyzed by the storm raging inside me, the storm of guilt and desire and something else I couldn’t name. And then, before I could stop him, his lips were on mine, soft and demanding at the same time.

I kissed him back. **God**, I kissed him back.

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And now here we were, pressed against the wall, his hands roaming over my body, his lips trailing down my neck. Every rational thought screamed at me to stop, to push him away, to end this before it went too far. But my body had other ideas, arching into his touch, craving more.

“Ethan,” I gasped as his teeth grazed my earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. “We… we can’t.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Why not?”

“Because I’m married,” I said, my voice breaking. “Because David—”

“Doesn’t have to know,” Ethan interrupted, his voice firm. “This can be just between us. No one has to get hurt.”

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that this could be a secret, something innocent and fleeting. But even as I nodded, a small part of me knew that wasn’t true. This wasn’t innocent. And it wasn’t fleeting.

His lips crashed into mine again, silencing any further protests, and I let myself get lost in the moment. His hands slid under my shirt, his fingertips tracing the lines of my abs, and I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair.

We stumbled toward the bedroom, our clothes falling to the floor in a trail of discarded fabric. His lips were everywhere, leaving a trail of fire across my skin. And when he finally pushed me onto the bed, I didn’t resist. I couldn’t.

But just as he was about to climb on top of me, the sound of a key turning in the front door froze us both in place.

“David,” I whispered, panic flooding my veins.

Ethan’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move. We were trapped, the sound of David’s footsteps growing closer with every passing second. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing as I tried to think of a way out.

“What do we do?” I hissed, my voice barely audible.

Ethan looked at me, his eyes calm and calculating. “Trust me,” he whispered, his voice steady despite the situation.

And then, before I could stop him, he grabbed the blanket from the bed and threw it over me, hiding me from view. A second later, the door creaked open, and David’s voice filled the room.

“Ethan? What are you doing here?”


“Ethan? What are you doing here?” David’s voice was laced with surprise, but not suspicion. Not yet.

Ethan stood in the doorway, his back to me, blocking David’s view of the bed. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the blanket heavy and suffocating over my body. My mind raced, but I didn’t dare move.

“Hey, David,” Ethan said, his tone casual, almost too casual. “I was just hanging out with James. We were, uh, catching up.”

“Catching up?” David’s voice was closer now, and I could hear the faint creak of the floorboards as he stepped into the room. I could picture him now—handsome, always so put-together, his dark hair perfectly styled, his kind eyes scanning the room.

“Yeah,” Ethan continued, his voice steady. “You know, just guy stuff. Thought I’d stop by since you were at work.”

There was a pause, and I could feel the tension in the air, thick and unrelenting. My cock twitched under the blanket, betraying me despite the fear coursing through my veins.

“Where’s James?” David asked, his tone now tinged with curiosity.

Ethan turned slightly, just enough to glance back at me. I could see the smirk playing on his lips, the glint in his eyes. *He’s enjoying this,* I realized, and the thought sent a shiver down my spine.

“Right here,” Ethan said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But I’ve got an idea.”

He turned back to David, and I could hear the faint rustle of clothing. “Why don’t you join us?”

My breath caught in my throat. *Is he serious?* I could feel my cock hardening at the thought, despite the guilt gnawing at the edges of my mind.

David laughed, a low, uncertain sound. “Join you? For what?”

Ethan stepped closer to him, and I could hear the soft sound of their bodies brushing against each other. “For some fun,” Ethan murmured, his voice low and suggestive. “We’ve got a head start, but there’s room for one more.”

There was another pause, and I could imagine David’s expression—curious, intrigued, maybe even a little hesitant.

“James?” David called out, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.

I didn’t respond, my mind racing. *What do I do? What do I say?*

Ethan turned back to me, his eyes locking with mine. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Stay quiet. Let me handle this.”

Before I could protest, he turned back to David. “He’s into it,” Ethan said, his voice dripping with confidence. “We both are. And I think you’d be into it too.”

David didn’t respond immediately, and I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the heat building between my legs.

Then, finally, I heard David’s voice, soft and uncertain. “Okay,” he said. “I’m in.”

I could hear the sound of clothing hitting the floor, the soft rustle of fabric as David undressed. My cock throbbed under the blanket, and I could feel my pulse quickening.

Ethan stepped away from the door, and I could hear the bed dip as David climbed onto it. The blanket was pulled away from my face, and I blinked up at them, my eyes wide.

David was standing beside the bed, his body lean and toned, his cock already hard. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire.

“James,” he said, his voice soft, almost reverent. “Is this… is this really what you want?”

I hesitated, my mind racing. *Is it?* I looked up at him, at his handsome face, his kind eyes, and then at Ethan, who was watching me with a smirk.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I want this.”

David’s eyes darkened, and he nodded. “Okay,” he said, his voice firm now. “Let’s do this.”

Ethan climbed onto the bed, his body pressing against mine as he leaned down to kiss me. His lips were warm and insistent, and I could feel the heat of his body against mine.

David joined us, his hands roaming over my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the weight of their bodies pressing against me, the heat of their skin against mine.

Ethan pulled away from the kiss, his eyes locking with mine. “Relax,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “Just let go.”

I nodded, my breath hitching as David’s hands slid lower, his fingers brushing against my cock. I could feel the heat building in my body, the pleasure coursing through my veins.

Ethan’s grin widened, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. His hands were still gripping David’s shoulders, pinning him down on the bed as they kissed. David’s moans were muffled against Ethan’s lips, his body arching up into the touch. I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest, torn between guilt and desire.

“James,” Ethan murmured, his voice low and teasing as he pulled back slightly from David. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, his grin turning wicked. “Don’t just stand there. *Join us.*”

David’s eyes flicked to me, hazy with lust. “Yeah, James,” he said breathlessly, his voice thick with need. “Come here.”

I hesitated, my feet rooted to the floor. This felt wrong, so wrong, but the heat in the room was intoxicating. Ethan’s fingers were already trailing down David’s chest, teasing and insistent, and David was writhing beneath him, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

“I…” My voice faltered, my mind racing. “I don’t know if…”

“Oh, come on,” Ethan purred, leaning down to nip at David’s neck, eliciting a sharp cry. “You know you want to. You’ve been staring at us this whole time.”

My face burned, but I couldn’t deny it. There was something primal about the way Ethan took control, the way David surrendered to him completely. It was magnetic, and I was drawn to it despite myself.

“James,” David moaned, his hand reaching out toward me. “Please…”

That was all it took. I stepped forward, my legs shaky, and climbed onto the bed beside them. Ethan shifted slightly, making room for me, but his eyes never left mine. His grin was triumphant as he reached out to pull me closer.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Let go, James. Just feel it.”

His hands were on me then, roaming over my body with a familiarity that made me shiver. He kissed me, his lips demanding and insistent, and I felt myself melting into him. David’s hands joined in, tangling in my hair, pulling me closer to him.

The room was a blur of heat and sensation. Ethan’s fingers were everywhere, teasing and exploring, while David’s lips found mine, kissing me with a fervor that left me breathless. I was lost in it, the guilt and hesitation slipping away as the pleasure took over.

Ethan pulled back suddenly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s make this interesting,” he said, his voice dripping with suggestion. He shifted, straddling David again and leaning down to kiss him deeply. My eyes were drawn to the way their bodies moved together, the way Ethan’s hips rocked against David’s, their moans mingling in the air.

“James,” Ethan said, his voice muffled against David’s lips. “Get behind me.”

I hesitated for just a moment before obeying, moving to kneel behind Ethan. My hands rested on his hips, feeling the warmth of his skin, the firmness of his muscles as he moved. He glanced back at me, his grin wicked.

“Go on,” he urged, his voice low and sultry. “He’s all yours.”

My heart raced as I leaned forward, my lips brushing against Ethan’s back as my hands explored his body. David’s hands were on me again, pulling me closer, and suddenly I was caught in the middle of their heat, their desire, their need.

It was overwhelming, but I couldn’t stop. Ethan’s moans were music to my ears, driving me on as I pressed against him, my body moving in time with theirs. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Ethan shifted, turning to face me. His eyes were dark with desire as he kissed me, his hands gripping my shoulders. “You’re so fucking hot, James,” he whispered against my lips.

Before I could respond, David’s hands were on me again, pulling me back to him. His lips found mine, kissing me deeply as his fingers traced patterns on my skin. I was caught between them, their hands and mouths driving me to the edge of ecstasy.

Ethan’s grin returned as he leaned down to kiss David again, his hips grinding against his. “You’re both so fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough with need.

I couldn’t argue. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The guilt was gone, replaced by a heady mix of pleasure and desire. I was lost in them, in the heat and the passion, and I never wanted it to end.

But then, a sound from the hallway froze us all in place. The creak of a floorboard, the soft thud of footsteps. My heart stopped, my breath catching in my throat.

“Shit,” Ethan hissed, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced at me, his eyes wide with alarm. “Stay quiet.”

We froze, our bodies still tangled together, listening intently. The footsteps paused, and for a moment, everything was silent. Then, they moved on, fading into the distance.

Ethan let out a shaky breath, his grip on me loosening slightly. “That was close,” he murmured, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and residual fear.

David’s eyes met mine, his expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought he might say something, but then Ethan’s lips were on his again, silencing any words before they could form.

“Don’t stop now,” Ethan whispered, his voice low and urgent. “We’re not done yet.”

And just like that, the moment passed. The heat returned, the desire taking over once more. I was lost in it again, in them, in the way they made me feel. But in the back of my mind, a tiny voice whispered, a reminder of the danger we were in.

I pushed it aside, focusing on the way Ethan’s hands felt on my skin, the way David’s moans filled the air. Everything else could wait. Right now, all that mattered was this. Us. Together.

Ethan’s grin returned, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let’s see how far we can take this, James,” he whispered, his voice dripping with promise.

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