The Forbidden Corner

The music was pounding so hard the walls of the new apartment seemed to vibrate. I stood by the window with a glass of wine, and he was already looking at me in a way that made everything inside me clench. Alex, my husband's best friend, in a white shirt with the top button undone, sauntered closer. His fingers brushed my waist as if by accident when he reached past me for the bottle.

"You look way too fucking hot tonight, Lena," he murmured right into my ear, his hot breath scorching my skin. "That's the third time you've looked at me tonight."

"You counting?" I turned my head, our lips a centimeter apart. My heart was slamming so hard I was sure everyone could hear it.

We both knew my husband was in the next room showing someone the new kitchen. But that's exactly what made it so sharp. So forbidden. So electric.

"Remember what we agreed last time?" I asked quietly, feeling his palm slide lower on my back. "This doesn't mean anything. Just... bodies."

"Doesn't mean anything," he repeated hoarsely, his eyes going dark. "Just you and me. While everyone's busy."

His hand landed on my hip, fingers gripping the fabric of my short black dress. I didn't pull away. Instead, I shifted my legs apart slightly, letting him feel the heat between my thighs. In the hallway, two steps from the living room where guests were laughing, we were already burning.

"Lena... are you wet?" he whispered, his lips almost grazing my neck.

"Check for yourself," I breathed out, and his fingers dove under my dress immediately, pushing my thin panties aside. Two fingers slid easily between my folds, spread them open, and pushed deep inside. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

"Fuck... you're dripping," he rasped. His fingers started moving faster, curling inside me, his thumb grinding against my clit. My knees were shaking. I grabbed his shirt, feeling his cock already rock hard against my thigh through his pants.

We slipped quickly into the small dark guest bedroom that wasn't furnished yet. The door closed but not all the way, leaving a thin crack. Music and laughter drifted in from the living room. It only made the heat worse.

Alex spun me around to face away from him, hiked my dress up to my waist. He just shoved my panties to the side. I heard him unbuckling his belt, and a second later I felt his hot, thick cock rubbing between my ass cheeks.

"I want you right now," he growled against the back of my neck. "I want to fuck my best friend's wife while he's in the next room."

"Then fuck me," I arched my back, spread my legs wider, and reached back myself, guiding his head to my soaked slit. "Deeper. Harder."

He slammed into me with one brutal thrust. I barely swallowed a loud moan. His cock was so thick it stretched me to a sweet ache. Alex started pounding me hard, gripping my hips. Every thrust made my tits bounce, my nipples scraping against the cool wall.

"Quiet..." he breathed, but he was speeding up, his hips slapping against my ass. "Or they'll hear me fucking you."

"Let them..." I was barely thinking anymore. "Deeper, Alex... fuck my pussy... I've wanted you for so long."

He spun me around suddenly, sat me on the edge of a low dresser. I wrapped my legs around his waist myself. Now we were staring into each other's eyes as he pushed into me again. His hands kneaded my tits, fingers pinching my nipples. I kissed him hungrily, biting his lips to keep from screaming.

"I'm gonna come..." I whispered into his mouth. "Don't stop..."

"Come on my cock," he sped up, drilling into me so hard the dresser creaked. "I want to feel your pussy squeezing me."

The orgasm hit me like a wave. I arched, dug my nails into his back, and shook all over. My cunt clamped down hard around his cock, flooding him with my hot wetness. He kept fucking me through my orgasm until he started to jerk.

"I'm... about to..." he gasped. "Where?"

"Inside me," I tightened my legs around him. "Come inside. I want to feel your hot cum."

Alex let out a growl, drove into me to the hilt, and started pulsing. Hot streams of cum blasted deep inside, filling me up. We froze, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. His cock was still twitching inside me, and thick white cum was already starting to leak out of my pussy, running down the inside of my thigh.

We barely had time to pull apart before we heard footsteps in the hallway. We straightened ourselves out fast. Dress down, his shirt tucked back in. He kissed me one last time, greedy, with tongue.

"This really doesn't mean anything?" he asked, already gripping the door handle.

I ran a finger over my wet lips, smiled, and licked off a drop of his cum that had escaped.

"Of course not," I whispered. "Just... if you guys have a party at the lake house next time, I'll wear this dress again. And I'll end up in a dark room again."

He laughed quietly, opened the door, and stepped out first. I stayed another minute, feeling his cum slowly trickling down my legs under my dress. My heart was still racing. The forbidden taste was too sweet to stop at just once.

In the living room, my husband raised a toast to the new house. I smiled at him across the room, then shifted my gaze to Alex. He licked his lips almost imperceptibly, like he could still taste me.

We both knew this was only the beginning.