Last weekend, I went over to my best friend’s house for a small get-together. It was supposed to be a group thing, but everyone else flaked, so it ended up being just me, her, and her husband. We all hung out in their backyard, sipping wine and sharing stories until my friend suddenly said she was exhausted and went up to bed early. I was planning to leave too, but her husband insisted I stay, saying it’s rare we get to hang out one-on-one.

We were sitting on the couch, just the two of us, and I noticed he kept glancing at my legs. I was wearing a short summer dress one that showed off my gym-toned thighs and made me feel really sexy. He started complimenting me, telling me I look incredible and asking how I stay so fit. I giggled, brushing it off, but I could feel his eyes on me. It was thrilling, being looked at like that by someone of -limits.

As the night went on, the tension grew thicker. He shifted closer, and I caught him stealing a look down my top. My heart was racing, but I didn’t say anything. Then, out of nowhere, he confessed he’s always found me sexy and wondered what it would be like to be alone with me. I should’ve said no, but the wine, the way he looked at me it was all too tempting.

He moved closer, his hand brushing my knee softly. “We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered, but he just smiled, saying it’s okay and that his wife would want this too. I knew I should’ve stopped, but the way his touch sent shivers up my spine... I just couldn’t. His hand slid higher, and I found myself leaning into him, letting his fingers explore. Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine, hungry and desperate. I was melting under him, my body aching for more.

We ended up in the guest bedroom, where he pulled me onto the bed, his strong hands gripping my waist. He made me feel so desired, like he had wanted this for so long. Every kiss, every touch, felt forbidden but so damn good. I rode him, his name spilling from my lips over and over. I knew it was wrong, but the thrill of being so bad was intoxicating. We didn’t stop until we were both completely spent, panting and tangled up in each other.

I snuck out just before dawn, my heart still pounding. And now, every time I think about it, I crave it even more. He texts me sometimes, saying he can’t get me out of his head. I know I should stop... but part of me wants to go back for more.