I took it too far with my wife’s best friend

Ever since we met 10 some years ago, I've always felt like she was flirting with me. And so I would always play a little bit with her. Rarely direct verbal flirtations, but sometimes she would just look at me in a way that was very mischievous and dark. So needless to say, I've always fantasized about her.

She's much shorter than I am, so of course she's this confident brassy little thing. She's had a couple kids, and her added curves have only made her sexier to me.

Anyway. One night, my wife and I and her best friend and her husband were all having drinks.

And somehow or another, I found myself in the kitchen alone with my wife's best friend, let's call her Tiffany. So we're making jokes as usual, and then she wanted to know where the wine glasses were. So I tell her they're right behind her in the cabinet.

She turns and says "where?"

And I instinctively come over there and open it for her, which means I'm in her space. Standing behind her. And of course, we reach for the cabinet at the same time and our hands catch each other.

It happens so organically it sort of caught both of us by surprise. It felt like we were both holding our breath. I suddenly became aware of how close my body was to hers. I even looked down and saw the space between us. How close her ass in those yoga pants was to my suddenly growing bulge beneath my jeans.

She looked over her shoulder, but not in my eyes. Almost like she was afraid to look at me.

Thank you, she whispered. But she still didn't move. She just kept looking down and over her shoulder.

After a long moment of holding our breath.

"Is there anything else I can help you with you?" I said in a low quiet voice.

She was silent. But we were still holding hands near the cabinet door.

"Maybe…" she said with a smirk …

By this point, I am fully erect and nearly bursting out the zipper of my jeans. She is starting to sway from side to side …teasing me with her ass.

I give in and thrust my hard bulge up the back of her ass. She turns away and sighs loudly. I continue to grind my bulge up the back of my wife's best friends yoga pants. In our kitchen. While they're down the hall.

She was looking over her shoulder. She bit her lip.

Fuck this.

I pull her up. Her back is against my chest. My bulge is at her lower back. I reach forward and squeeze her breast. Then slowly but with a purpose, my hand drifts down her shirt. Down her stomach. And my hand reaches her crotch and squeezes it.

I can feel her heat. She gasps.

I bring my hand back up to the waistband. I slide three fingers underneath her pants and put my lips to her ear …

"Do you want this?"

"Yes." She heavily breathed.

I had two fingers inside her pussy in a heartbeat.

I was fingering her in our kitchen. Fast. Without mercy.

I wanted to make her mine so fucking bad I had no idea. I've bottled it up for years. But I knew she was a slut just like me.

I feel her pussy start to convulse just as my wife called my name. Telling me to bring scrabble.

Tiffany finishes coming. She turns to face me and sighs. Her face flushed. I lick my fingers. She playfully hits me on the chest. She tasted like champagne.

She looks down at my bulge … she taps it with her fingertip. "Well hi big fella." She laughs. And walks past me back outside.