I’m stuck between them in this bed, my husband right in front of me and his eager best friend behind.
A mistake and a forgotten reservation led to the three of us sharing the same room and sharing the same bed, at least that was the way the story went. I know his best friend, know that he isn’t the type to forget like this. I know this is all a part of his plan.
He wanted me lying next to him because he’s wanted me for so long. He’s been biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Tonight he’ll have it.
Tonight he’s not holding back. His hands are all over me, his hot breath tickling my neck. Tonight he’s planning to have me, and all he needs is for me to say yes.
But my husband is right in front of us. He’s sleeping soundly now, but there is no way he can sleep through what comes next.
He’ll wake when he hears my moans. He’ll open his eyes when he feels the rhythm of us. He’ll witness it happening right here in front of him.
Because tonight there is no way I’m going to stop.
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“Aiden,” I grit my teeth, “Hands to yourself.”
His hand stopped, but it didn’t withdraw. Instead he used the leverage to pull himself closer to me, tugging me into him at the same time so that there was no space between us, so I could feel every inch of his hard body pressed against me.
“Come on Lara,” he cooed in my ear, “I always sleep better when I’m sleeping next to a beautiful woman.”
I was glad for the darkness. It let me speak my words with anger while disguising the blush in my cheeks, the heat in my skin.
“I hardly think it’s sleeping next to a beautiful woman that helps you sleep soundly. Likely all the physical exertion that comes before it.”
He was so close I could feel his breath on the nape of my neck when he spoke, “Well if you’re offering to help with that, I’m in.”
And then I felt it. I felt the unmistakable throb of him against my ass. I felt the pulse of his cock, the heat of it beneath his too thin boxers. There was far too little clothing between us and we were far too close for comfort.
I am weak, in so many ways. Tonight was going to just reinforce the knowledge that I had long before. It was going to tell me that I was too weak to resist the carnal urges of my body, but at that moment I still had a little more fight in me.
Enough to find the strength to pull his hand off of me, to squirm out of his arms and twist around so that I was facing him and not my husband.
“I’m your best friend’s wife,” I shot back, “That’s a terrible thing to suggest.”
He shrugged, “It was a joke, Lara. But if you want to take it seriously I’m sure we can talk about it. I’m very good at arguing when there is something I really want on the line. I could make my case and-“
His words cut off in his throat and I froze up as I heard the grunt, the movement from behind me. My mind played out the panic scenario, of Walter waking up and seeing me like this.
Slowly I turned, looking over at Walter once more. I watched his face for any signs, giving Aiden the perfect opportunity to press his advance.
He reached for me again but this time he didn’t grab my body, only my wrist. Tugging it over to him he slid it beneath the sheets until I felt his thickness fill my palm, until I felt him slid my hand up and down the sizable length and girth of it.
So help me, I couldn’t help myself. I heard his words and I put up my fight but the battle was already lost.
“You said he was a sound sleeper,” he argued, “You said he would only wake up for himself. So he’ll sleep through this. We can do whatever we want. Whatever we’ve wanted for so long.”
I looked over at him, at my husband’s best friend. His eyes were dark and hooded in the night, in the pitch black of the room, but I could feel the heat of them all the same.
And he could feel my hand start to move all on its own, as the whispers of a moan half borne of desire and half of frustration at myself betrayed my need for more.