I Want to Fuck My Best Friend’s Husband

I need to say this out loud because it’s eating me alive.

I want to fuck my best friend’s husband.

Not in a cute, “he’s kind of hot” way. I want him to ruin me. I want the same cock that goes home to her every night to stretch my cunt open and leave me dripping down my thighs.

It started small. The way he looks at me a second too long when she leaves the room. The way his hand sits lower on my back than it should when we hug goodbye. The way his eyes drop to my mouth when I laugh. I used to pretend I didn’t notice. Now I get myself off thinking about it.

I picture the night it finally happens. She’s gone work trip, girls’ night, doesn’t matter. He shows up at my door with that quiet look he gets when he’s already decided. No small talk. He just shoves me against the wall, slides his hand between my legs, and feels how soaked I already am for him. He doesn’t ask if I’m sure. He already knows.

He fucks me like he’s been starving for months. Hard. Deep. One hand in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. He tells me I’m a filthy little slut for letting my best friend’s husband use my cunt. I come so hard my legs shake. He doesn’t pull out. He holds me down and fills me, and I push back against him so I don’t waste a drop.

When he leaves, he walks out like nothing happened. Goes home to her. And I’m left on the floor with his cum running down my thighs, already aching for the next time.

I know how fucked up this is. She’s my friend. She’s good to me. And still when I’m alone with my fingers in my pussy, it’s his cock I picture. His voice. His weight. The way he’d look at me after, knowing exactly what we just did.

I haven’t done it.
Not yet.

But God, I want to. I want to be the dirty secret he can’t stay away from.