I’m sure it’s human nature to look at our spouse’s or better half’s friends or siblings and try to hit on them. Or we try to hit on our friends’ BFs or GFs. Because we are one shameless dog, and no one loves sex more passionately than us.
This story is about one such case where you can’t hide your feelings, and yes, I cheated. But I’ll leave it to you to guess which role would suit you better. Happy fingers. Don’t use your fingers to scroll the page.
The day was getting chillier as time passed. My anxiety was now killing me. This was not supposed to happen at all. And I had never planned to be in this situation. But here we are. My GF’s best friend and I were stuck in a room together.
My girl had just called minutes earlier, saying she couldn’t make it back and had to run an errand. That was okay since it meant that her best friend couldn’t wait for her any longer at my place. So I had to walk her home, which wasn’t too far. Maybe a 45-minute walk.
And this life never fails to give us fucking surprises. As soon as we left the house, it started raining heavily. We had to run back in for shelter from the stormy weather. We just returned in time before we got soaked in the water.
It so happened that today I was home alone, and I had invited my girlfriend to come over and watch a movie. But she was so generous as to invite her friend along with her.
I mean, who does that? I was trying to turn on the lights because dusk was approaching, but the power was out too. Talk about a double tragedy. And now here we are in my room, on my bed. I didn’t want my parents to walk in on us.
She was wearing a tennis skirt and a tank top. And the rain had made the top even messier since it was clinging to her body so tightly like a second skin, and my eyes couldn’t help but see her nipples sticking out. “Wow. I’m freezing. And you are seated way too far. Am I that annoying?” she asked me.
I was still in awe looking at her, and I hoped she didn’t catch me ogling at her. Not that I’m sorry at all. “Not really. Come closer then if that’s what you want.” Without hesitation, she took my welcome so seriously. She came over and joined me on the bed.
We sat on the bed edge looking at the walls, and there was a lot of awkward silence, save for the rain pattering on our semi-tiled roof, which was still loud. The room was dimly lit, with the corners being darker. I got up, lit some candles to illuminate the room, and joined her as she sat back on the bed.
This had turned out to be more erotic than I had planned, and it was turning me on. I had never even had such a setting with my girlfriend.
She was fumbling with a pen she found—God knows where—and it seemed to drop out of her hand and roll a couple of feet just in front of me. “Oops,” she said, getting up slowly and bending over to pick it up even slower.
Her tennis skirt was riding up, exposing the pink pants she wore underneath, and I could vividly see the outlining of her pussylips through the pants.
OMG, I was going insane. This girl was playing mind games with me. I turned my head sideways so she couldn’t catch me watching. But I was probably too late. I tried reaching for my phone for a playlist, and my hand landed on her thighs by mistake.
“Mmm, I’m looking for my phone,” I said as I quickly retrieved my hands.
“Here..” she handed it over to me. She had sat back on it. I took it in a desperate attempt to put it on a playlist, and it fell off my hand and on the carpet.
She bent over to pick it up for me again. Shiiiit. She knew perfectly well what she was doing, and I was prey to her. She was my girlfriend’s best friend, but I knew her long before they did. And we used to pay each other visits before this, so she isn’t new to my room.
She handed my phone back to me with a little “Sorry,” and I put it on my playlist. I was getting turned on by her presence. My grey sweats weren’t doing me a good job of hiding the evidence. She came and sat right on me, pushing me back to lie on the bed—on top of my growing belly.
“Oops,” she said again with an innocent smile. This girl was really pretty. Had I mentioned it before? Now that we were alone in a room, I kept stealing glances at her, and her light skin complexion was breathtaking in this candlelit room.
“You could touch me.”
“You know you want to,” she said in a playful voice. Woooah, she just said that? The audacity. Damn right, I really wanted her back. I felt so turned on. But I couldn’t make a move.
I was fighting an inner battle with my personality, which told me she was in a no-go zone. But fuck that nigga.
It’s cold outside, and the remedy is seated on top of me. I put my hands on her thighs and moved them along her figure to her butt. I rubbed them over her and grabbed her. She ground her hips against me, and we both let out slow breaths of pleasure. It felt so horrible…
“How long are you planning to keep quiet? What’s on your mind?” she said again. She was always the one to hit the nail on the head. “It’s okay. I promise I won’t tell on you,” she said as she leaned forward, lips just inches from mine.
That was the assurance I needed. I raised my left hand and put it on her waist, holding her in position. My right hand wandered up to her tank top and grabbed her generous boobs through her top. Her hands were on top of my pants, and she held my dick in a tight grip, making me jerk in response.
Does she hold your heart this way? I just stared at her in awe, in need. I was at her mercy. “Let’s see if I can handle it better.” She got out of my embrace and dragged my pants down. She grabbed my semi-hard dick, stroked it, and put it all in her mouth. I just formed an O with my lips. This was all new to me.
My girl never gave me a head. Seeing her pretty face go down on me did things to me. It made me want her so badly. And this was so wrong. I held her hair to stop her motion.
“Not a word of this gets to her,” I said. She nodded her head as if she perfectly understood. I switched positions and put her under me. There was no time to take off the skirt. I pulled her white panties to the side and started eating her yummy and wet pussy. It was driving me crazy. Shit.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I was running on instinct. She just gave me head, and tit for tat is always fair. For a pretty face like hers, I didn’t mind. I had never been this freaky with a girl. And the sounds she made showed me she was having a good time.
My tongue ran up and down in a slick movement, and her body moved in sync. I reached out with my left hand and grabbed her tits through her top. She held it there for me while grinding her hips on me. Rain on the roof muffled her voice, and I couldn’t hear her.
But she tugged my hair hard and pulled me in for a deep kiss. Calling her lips tender was an insult to the word. I couldn’t find a better word to describe them. Why was it that doing the wrong things felt so good? She didn’t mind tasting herself on my tongue, and that was just hot.
“You’re so good,” she said, holding my face. I was growing needier and started kissing her neck. It seemed like I found a soft spot and got sounds of approval.
“I’m safe,” she said between moans, and I didn’t have second thoughts anymore. It was time I saved her. My heart was beating fast with need. I couldn’t look at her face any longer, so I asked her to turn around, and she obliged. I raised her hips, so she was positioned like a doggy.
I couldn’t help but look at the godly figure with an O on my lips. She was sculpted. She had a bubbly belly that jiggled every time she moved slightly. They lay side by side, separated by her pink pants. It was time I took them off. I dragged them to her mid-thighs and positioned myself between her legs.
I held the skirt’s waist and pulled her back. I thrust myself into her at full length. Damn. Was she wet and tight? “Aaaah,” she moaned at the action. I paused for a second so she could adjust.
She held my hand, pulled me, so I was lying on her back, and said clearly in my ear. “Finish with me, and then tell me who is better.” Damn, she had a very foul mouth.
I loved it, and I started moving back and forth in response. I put all I had into her warm body—three deep strokes and two shallow strokes. I lost myself in thought. I had a girlfriend, for Christ’s sake. And here I was, enjoying my time with another girl.
I had to admit it. I don’t know if it was because of the weather, but she was undeniably hot. Our bodies made slap sounds as they made contact each time. I realized each time that I had wanted this girl for a long time. She was meeting me midway, thrust for thrust, and it was really hot.
“Will you let me hit again?” I asked without thinking. She was grabbing the sheets. Her knuckles were paling at the intensity she was holding them.
“If you promise to do this again to me, I won’t tell on you,” she said in raspy breaths. She liked this. Every second of this, every inch of me. I delivered as if it was going to be my last time. Then, at least, I did her right.
“Oh, shit, I’m cumming,” I announced as I continued in motion. Then I felt the energy drain out of me as I released it in long pulses inside her. I took my damp face towel, and she let me wipe her clean. Then I heard a knock on my door.
“Hello… we are back,” my mom called from the other side. We didn’t have to dress because I didn’t undress her. Her clothes were so fitting for the occasion. The storm had died down, and it wasn’t dark yet.
“That’s my cue.” She said she was getting up to leave.
“Wait,” I said, taking one of my jackets from my closet and putting it over her shoulders. I spanked her ass.
“Bring it back,” I said as I walked her to the door. She tiptoed over and gave me a tender kiss on my cheeks. Putting something in my hands, I looked down to find her white panties.
“Yeah. I sure will bring it back to you. Text me,” she said in that playful voice as if hinting at something or winking at me as she walked away.
That’s the end of our first time together. After a year, My girlfriend and I broke up because we had differences of opinion. But the relationship with her best friend never ended.
We had sex in my room, her room, and the movie hall, and once, we booked a beach resort in Mangalore and had sex like newlyweds. For two days, we had sex, sex, and more sex. We just had food for the energy to continue our sex marathon, and at the beach that night, we had a lot of fun.
It’s your life; cheat your spouse or bf/gf, but be careful not to get caught because it will hurt them, so enjoy it but be safe. You can text me at and read my stories here.