She had a bad day granted, but this was ridiculous. Or at least she felt like it was. Why was she so dam horny today? Well sure, it had been months since she was properly satisfied by good no holds barred sex, and masturbating, or playing as she had come to call it, was a big stress relief, but it wasn't sex.
Today was different.
She felt an unyielding need that refused to be ignored. As if there was no choice in the matter. She simply HAD to be satisfied by another human being, yet she was unable to have who she really wanted.
What, she thought to herself, was the best course of action in this situation. Other than trying to lure him into meeting her and let the inevitable seduction begin, that is. She knew simultaneously that it was pointless yet guaranteed to work.
They had been friends for some time now, and their chemistry was beyond unavoidable. Sharing so much in common, having such respect for one another on a professional level, and aspiring to reach their dreams added to the richness of their relationship.
There was just one problem.
She was married.
Granted it was only on paper, the trust and bond with her husband had been broken beyond repair for some time now, but her best friend couldn't get past his guilt. He felt responsible, at least to some degree, for the death of her marriage of almost twenty years.
They wanted each other body and soul, yet after one glorious slip, he couldn't bring himself to do it again. But he wanted to. He loved her. She felt strongly that his feelings should be respected so she didn't push. In some ways she even loved him more for it.
Yet she knew she could have him whenever she wanted. When they saw each other, no matter how brief their encounter, the heat always escaped.
Whether it was him finger fucking her or her sucking him off, an intense touch and feel session that never went beyond just that, or even a mutual but separate play time, their heat was always on the edge.
They both knew it. So, feeling this way, she decided now was the time to push him over it. She didn't even think about how awful it would surely make him feel afterward, and in turn make her feel even worse, because it killed her to think of hurting him.
Oh she knew it, but today her body was in control. The mind and heart would have to shelve their arguments for now because the throbbing clit, hardening nipples, moist labia, and super-sensitive skin covering her body were all well on their way to being fucked.
They kept in touch via text every day, on and off all day, and although they couldn't always respond to each other right away, they instinctively knew the message always got through. She didn't ask today, but rather told him. "Meet me in our spot as soon as you can."