The Best Mistake

We were close friends. She had interned for me years ago at work and we hit it off. She was thin, cute, beautiful eyes. She married young, her husband was a cop. 2 kids. I liked their family. Over the years of being single and the last single guy in my friend group she became a confidant. I would share dating stories. Good ones, bad ones, hot ones. Her husband had been her only real boyfriend ever. So I think she lived a little vicariously through me. I never really thought about us together. She was married, it was a line I didn't want to cross.

I could see though that lately she had become stressed with life. Her marriage was struggling. She suspected him of cheating. They lost their spark. I was there to talk to her and be supportive.

One night she said we should go bar hopping and blow off some steam. Her parents had the kids and her husband was up at the lake cabin all weekend (turns out with his mistress). We hit several spots. The booze flowed. At one place, someone from Planned Parenthood handed her a box of condoms and said they were out doing community service. We laughed at the idea of us together, but after that it was in my head.

We drove back to my house, and she came in to see my dog. She had been my go to dogsitter and he loved her. We walked out to the backyard to let him wander a bit. It was a very clear summer night. I remember looking over at her and something just clicked. I walked over and put my arm on her back and looked her in the eye. But at that moment, the dog wanted to go on in.

So we walked back into the house, she bumped me a little bit as we did. We were standing in the hallway and i put my hand on her back again. We turned to each other and locked eyes. I had never felt this much lust. It was electric. We kissed. Tongues entwined, deep, and perfect. We broke the kiss.

"Are we doing this?" She said.

"I think we have to." I responded.

With that she took of her shirt. Exposing a lacy black bra. I took of my shirt. We slid each other's jeans off and stood there in awe of one another. As turned on as each of us had ever been. We embraced again, collapsing on the couch, kissing as intensely as possible. She unhooked her bra and slid it off. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but perky, soft, and perfect for her body. I slowly moved down to her nipples and licked and sucked each one. My cock grew harder and harder. I kissed her stomach, licking and caressing all the way down. I slid her panties off of her and tossed them across the room. They landed nearly in the kitchen.

"Oh God, I have wanted this for so long. Keep going, don't you dare stop." She moaned.

I arrived at her clit. It was shimmering. I licked her with every bit of skill I possessed. She tasted amazing. Her pussy was smooth and seemingly desperate for affection.

"Take me to bed. I want you inside me." She said.

We entered the bedroom in a lurid embrace. Hands everywhere. Touching everything. I laid down on the bed, and she worked her way to my throbbing member. She took me in her mouth with such passion. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. What was happening?

After a few minutes and without saying a word, our bodies became fully entwined. I thrust into her and we both started the largest orgasms of our life. A tidal wave of ecstasy and passion that neither of us had previously known.

Afterwards, it was not awkward. It felt like we should have done it. But she was still married. But guilt didn't exist. Just two people following their base instincts.

She didn't stay the night. After a half hour or so, she said she needed to go home. We kissed again after we got up. We walked to the living room to retrieve our clothes. She turned, we kissed again. I slid my fingers inside her and gave her a parting orgasm. She dressed, but we could not locate those black lace panties. We kissed as she walked out the door.

The next morning, I awoke with so many questions. What does this mean? Will it happen again? Can we still be friends? My mind raced. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself some juice and located her panties. I sent her a text.

"I think you left something here." I said cheekily.

"I'll be by shortly to retrieve them. And we can talk." She responded.

"Good. I have a lot of thoughts. Last night was really something."

"I know. Me too."

She arrived about 90 minutes later. She sat in the chair, I was in the loveseat shortly across from her.

"Last night was incredible," I said.

"I have never been touched like that before. It was earth shattering."

"So where do we go from here?"

"Look, I thought I would wake up this morning and say it can't happen again. I have to work out whatever is going on in my marriage first. But then none of that was in my head. All I could think about was how perfect it was."

"So you want to keep this up?" I asked.

"Yes, I can't think of any reason not to."

I walked over to her, lowered my head and kissed her. I picked her up as she wrapped her sexy legs around me.

I carried her into the bedroom, we took off our clothes. Today she was wearing red lace. I could have cum right then and there. I laid her down and tasted her sex again. She was so wet. She told me to roll over. She climbed on top of me and slid my cock inside her. It felt even more amazing sober. This was true passion. She rocked back and forth. Her orgasm building. I came first, exploding inside her. That sent shockwaves through her body. As if on cue, a loud crash of thunder echoed outside. The rain came pouring down. Our orgasms were all over one another.

The day continued with sex in every room or every which way we could think about it. Cuddling led to more and more things.

She had to go home, but we texted for hours after. Talking about the next steps and what we wanted to do in our next rendezvous. Little did I know what was to come...