It was a hot summer evening, and the kitchen was filled with the aroma of spices and simmering sauce. Sarah, a woman in her late twenties, stood at the counter, her long chestnut hair cascading down her back. She was wearing only an apron, her perfect, perky breasts on display. Her nipples were already hard from the heat, and she couldn’t help but feel a stirring between her legs as she chopped vegetables.
Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around to see Jack, her husband’s best friend, standing in the doorway. He was tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes and a devilish grin. Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine as she took in his rugged good looks.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Jack said, his eyes fixed on Sarah’s bare chest.
“Not at all,” Sarah replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel her heart racing as Jack stepped closer to her.
Without a word, Jack reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from Sarah’s face. She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching as his fingers trailed down her neck. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel him inside her.
Jack’s hand continued its descent, and Sarah’s breath caught in her throat as he cupped her breast. She moaned softly as he teased her nipple with his thumb, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Do you want me to stop?” Jack asked, his voice low and husky.
“No,” Sarah replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t stop.”
With a grin, Jack leaned in and captured Sarah’s lips with his own. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. As they kissed, Jack’s hands roamed over Sarah’s body, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples.
Sarah couldn’t help but moan as Jack’s fingers found their way between her legs. She was already wet, her juices flowing freely as he stroked her clit. She could feel herself growing closer to the edge with each passing moment, her moans growing louder and more urgent.
With a growl, Jack broke the kiss and picked Sarah up, setting her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her, his cock filling her completely. She cried out as he began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
As they moved together, Sarah couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but it felt too good to stop. She ran her hands over Jack’s muscular back, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as he drove into her again and again.
Suddenly, Sarah felt herself teetering on the edge. She cried out as the orgasm washed over her, her body shaking with pleasure. Jack followed soon after, his own release triggering another wave of pleasure for Sarah.
As they caught their breath, Sarah couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret. She knew she had betrayed her husband, and she wasn’t sure if she could ever forgive herself. But as she looked into Jack’s eyes, she knew that she would do it again in a heartbeat.
The end.
