MY BEST SEX EVER WAS… with my friend’s fiancé
This forbidden fruit was just too good to resist
“He turned up in a taxi and asked, ‘Is this really wrong?’”
My friend Annie’s* husband, Mark, is one of those guys that everyone likes. Men think he’s a great guy and women like him because he’s really attentive. He’ll always take time to compliment you on a new outfit or make sure your wine glass is topped up. The truth is I had always harboured a secret crush on him, but Annie was my friend, so I was delighted for her when they got engaged.
The problem was, whenever we were out in a group, I would always do what I could to ensure I was near him. Even after the engagement.
They were planning their wedding when Annie mentioned that she was looking for empty jars to make decorations with. I’m a bit of a hoarder, and had a box full of them, so she arranged for Mark to pick them up a few weeks later.
Rather than hand the box straight over, I invited him in and we chatted. He was like a cute puppy, all smiley and excitable, and made me feel like he was thrilled to see me. He stayed for a cup of tea and stood really close to me in my kitchen, his green eyes barely moving from mine. When he reached over and touched my arm in conversation, letting it linger for a second or two, I couldn’t help but think my feelings might be mutual. He kissed my cheek when he left and I’d have been putty in his hands if he’d made a move.
I assumed it was some harmless flirting, so I was surprised when he texted me a couple of weeks later. “Are you out with Annie?” he said. Annie was with some friends I didn’t know, so immediately I could tell it was a ruse. I replied, “No, just tucked up at home.” And then the flirting went up a notch. He asked me what I was doing. Then what I was wearing. Before I knew it, I’d invited him round.
He turned up in a taxi, stepped inside and asked,“Is this really wrong?” Coyly, I replied, “Well, yes.” And then, just like that, we started kissing. He pushed me up against the wall and I could instantly feel his erection.
I poured us a drink for some Dutch courage and we went upstairs. Once in the bedroom, we stood together, pulling at each other’s clothes. I couldn’t remember being so physically into someone. He was quite forceful, in a sexy way, and slammed his body against mine, then slid his finger inside me. The fact he’d come here specifically for this made me feel amazing. He pushed me onto the bed and roughly spread my legs, before taking his tongue between them and working me up to the point where I actually squealed and pulled him up on top of me.
I guided him inside and he positioned himself over me so he could pull himself in and out slowly while he looked down at the action. I usually find it really hard to climax through penetration, but not this time. He collapsed, grinning, and we had a bit of an awkward giggle before he got dressed and darted off as quickly as he’d arrived. He sent me a text an hour later saying,‘That was immense.’ The wedding went ahead and I turned up, as normal – it would have been odd if I hadn’t. Did I feel guilty? Yes, but not enough to stop thinking that if the chance came up, I’d do it again.