I had the most intense sex of my life with my best friend— and lost her because of it

I (35M, married) ended up having the most mind-blowing, filthy sex of my life with a woman who's been one of my closest friends for over 10 years (30F). And now… we don't even speak.

We were out of town, staying at a mutual friend's place after a night of heavy drinking — beers, shots, laughs, the kind of night that gets blurry fast. She and I had always had this chemistry, even though we'd never crossed the line. But I'd fantasized about her before, I won't lie. Still, I never thought anything would actually happen. She's gorgeous, wild when she drinks, but always felt untouchable because of our bond.

Until that night.

We were crashing in the same room — separate beds. She was on other bed I was down by her feet on other.We were talking, drunk and the atmosphere was different.And suddenly, out of nowhere, she pulled down her sleeveless top, let one of her tits out, and was like what.

That flipped a switch in me. I'd been trying to stay respectful all these years, but that moment — the way her voice sounded, the way her eyes looked — I was done. I crawled up, took her boobs in my mouth they were big. sucked on it like I'd wanted to for years. Her nipples were already hard. She was moaning softly, and it didn't feel like friendship anymore.

We started kissing — deep, desperate kisses, our lips crashing, tongues tangling. She bit my lower lip so hard I had a fat lip the next morning. She was wild — grabbing, pulling, grinding against me. I asked if I could go down on her and she whispered, “It's your night.” I stripped her pants down in one move. Her pussy was soaked — warm, dripping, and smelled like sex before we even started. I buried my face between her thighs, licking her until her whole body was shaking. She tasted so damn good I couldn't stop.

I had one hand squeezing her tits, the other in her fingers in mouth while she moaned louder than I expected. Her friends were in the next room, and I had to muffle her with my hand. I was rock hard. I told her I didn't have a condom, hoping maybe that would slow us down.

I heard, “I don't care. Its fine.”

That was it. I slid inside her, and it was heaven — hot, wet, unbelievably tight. My dick felt like it was melting inside her. We fucked like animals. I had her legs in the air, slamming into her while kissing her, moaning her name. She kept saying, “Harder. Deeper. Don't stop.”

I flipped her around, took her from behind, biting her neck and shoulders while grabbing her tits. She pushed back into me, matching every thrust. It felt like we were possessed. She was loud, almost screaming while doing it from back.I had to cover her mouth again. At some point she pushed me away and we both realized what we were doing. The lights were on. We were both naked, covered in hickeys and bite marks.

She cried. She said she couldn't believe it. She blamed herself. Then blamed me. We stood there awkwardly, half-arguing, half-processing. I thought it was over.

But 30 minutes later, we fucked again. And again.

The second time I came inside her. I couldn't stop. I didn't even care at that point. The way she moaned, the way she begged — it pushed me past my limit.

Around 5 AM, she asked for a third round. I said I didn't think I had anything left, but somehow, my dick got hard again. I fingered her, got her soaked, kissed her all over — and we fucked one last time. Slow, deep, raw. She came with her legs wrapped around me, digging her nails into my back.

When the sun came up, everything felt wrong.

She couldn't look at me. Said she didn't want to ever see me again. We haven't spoken since.

I lost a decade-long friendship, and yeah, I'm married. I know I fucked up. But damn… that night? That was the hottest, most intense sex I've ever had. And I'll probably never experience anything like it again.