TL;DR - Your husband works out of the country, and you are in dire need of intimacy/support. I am your husband's best friend, who you call for help one night when your kid is being extra cranky. One thing leads to another and as you're bidding me goodbye, we end up kissing each other - which in turn leads to the most rough & passionate sex you've ever had.

It had been hard with your husband living outside of the country, leaving you to look after your child alone. Those long days trying to entertain an infant, & then those long evenings alone with the thought of an empty bed waiting for you when bedtime comes.

It was why you were so thankful for me and my wife. You'd obviously known me for a while now - we met on the same night you met your husband. Under different circumstances it could have been me you'd ended up kissing in the club. But it was my best friend you ended up marrying, a man I grew up with.

It all gets too much one night with your little one who is ill, and you ring me up in tears. Of course I come around to help you - it's my best friend's child & wife that are struggling after all. And somehow I have that magic touch that finally gets your little one to sleep.

You're thankful when I come downstairs, giving me the biggest hug. You end up kissing my cheek and look up into my eyes, & you feel a tug. Something that makes you lean up to press your lips to mine.

We both don't know how it happened. Or why. We just know the kiss that follows is the most passionate of our life, & before we really understand what's happening you're backed up against the kitchen table with your blouse being ripped open.

It's pure, unfiltered lust. The way your skirt is yanked up your smooth thighs. The way your bra is yanked down below your breasts so my rough hands can grope & pinch them. Your panties pulled aside & your pussy exposed just enough for me to slide into you before rationality stops us.

It's not the longest session but it doesn't need to be. After months without, it feels incredible to have someone inside you again, regardless of who it is. Wrapping around my strong body, quieting yourself against my broad chest as I pound into you. Feeling that magical moment when we both cum together, oblivious to the messages on our phones from our spouses.