I had never been the unfaithful kind. I had been in the same relationship for years, but I started to develop feelings, a lusting, a longing for another man.
I always believed nothing was wrong with looking at other men, you just can't touch. But this was more than just looking, this felt different, every time I saw him my stomach lunged with excitement, and I felt my pussy tingling.
He had made me forget my perfect life, he made me forget who I was and made me forget all my principles! Just the thought of seeing him gave me a feeling inside I knew I really shouldn't be feeling. Even Superman had a weakness, it seems I do to, it seems he is my Kryptonite.
He is a close friend, someone I have known years. We clicked instantly when we met. We were both in relationships with other people but every time I saw him I would feel like a school girl with a crush!
We used to text each other all the time, as friends do, just chatting.
One day though it got very flirty, I should have stopped it right there, knowing how I was feeling, knowing how much I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't stop it, I loved it!
I'd look at him sometimes and catch him looking at me, the look he gave me made me want him so badly, and I knew that the look he was giving me was telling me he wanted me too.
He became that person I would think about while I was home alone, pleasuring myself. Imagining it was his hands making my pussy wet. It was his hands bringing me to an explosive orgasm, fantasising that the reason I was bringing my self to such an intense climax was because he was right there fucking me till I came!
The flirting and dirty messages continued over the next few weeks.
One afternoon my phone bleeped.
"hey babe, whats new?" It had said.
"Afternoon big man." I had replied.
"Nothing really, just behind on some work!"
"Hmm, I would love to take you from behind." He wrote.
I smiled, and again I found myself getting wet at just the thought of him bending me over and sticking his big cock into my wet shaven pussy and slamming me up against my desk.
My phone bleeped again and I checked the message.
"I know you want me." He had written.
"I know you want to suck my dick, I know you want me to taste you and I know you want me to fuck you."
He was so fucking cocky... I loved how cocky and confident he was, he was also right, I did want him, how badly I wanted some dirty no strings attached, hardcore, forbidden, filthy sex.
I found myself teasing my clit at the thought of his fingers exploring my cunt, at the thought of him inside me, fucking me.
I was so wet. I imagined him stood in front of me, as my eyes wondered down to his hard cock, I imagined him sticking his cock in my mouth and me sucking him and teasing his balls till he exploded, I imagined how he would taste as I would swallow every last drop of what he has to offer. I came so hard as I fingered my pussy, moaning, calling out his name, begging for more...
He had a huge effect on me - I knew that I needed to get it out of my system, the only way was for me to fuck him for real.
I wanted him, so bad! I knew he wanted me too. It would just be a secret between two close friends, something that nobody else would never ever need to find out about.
