Hey Jay, I have to confess something.
Maybe it’s not my place to do it, but after talking recently, I think it’s time. Perhaps you already know, hell maybe she told you, but we both know you wouldn’t say anything. Since I saw you last week, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it though. About her.
About your wife.
I was going to write a simple confession, but then we talked. I know you were drunk, but you were pretty damn clear, man. You told me it was hot. You said it turned you on, and I have no idea if it’s only a fantasy or not, but here it goes. I’m going to give you all the details because if I’m right, you want them all.
You don’t have to respond. You don’t have to say a damn thing. But I hope you’re still my friend when I’m finished.
There’s no polite way to start because the time, the setting, and the day are so full of emotion and meaning they give it all away. So I’ll tear the band-aid off right out of the gate.
I fucked your wife the day of your wedding. Technically she was still your fiance, three hours from becoming Mrs. Thompson, but there you go.
I’ll say I didn’t plan it, but the truth is we’d been flirting for a year at least. We had kissed a few times, usually after you passed out at a party. But it never went too far. Sure we talked, and we were both clear that we wanted each other, but she was a good girlfriend, and I was a good friend.
Until we weren’t.
You were already at the church dealing with the last minute catering bullshit, and you asked me to bring her the flowers for the bouquet. Everything was mixed up and hectic, but I ran them over to her place, and she answered the door in that white lingerie she wore under her dress. She had a half hour before her hair appointment, but for whatever reason, she had a few unscheduled moments.
I told her she looked hot, but even then I didn’t know what was to come. She laughed and led me into the kitchen so that I could put the flowers in the refrigerator. I followed her back to the living room, and I was about to leave when both of us stopped short. We were close, close enough that I could smell her breath and she looked so beautiful I could hardly stand it.
“This is it,” she told me. “After today it’s all over.”
“You mean it’s all beginning,” I said. “It’s exciting. You two are perfect for each other.”
“That’s not what I mean. I know all that. I’m so madly in love I can hardly stand it, and the wedding is going to be perfect. I mean you and me. I mean after I’m married we have to stop.”
“We’ve barely done anything,” I said, acutely aware that I was growing hard.
“I think you’re missing my point,” she said standing up on her toes and kissing me gently. “What I mean is that I have three hours left. You and I have a lot less than that, but it’s now or never.”
“Jess, are you serious?” I asked, my hands reaching around her like they had a mind of their own.
“Nobody is home and I have thirty minutes,” she said, as I gripped her ass and pulled her to me.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
Maybe I should have left right then, but I was worried if I did that the tension would never go. I knew that if we didn’t do something about it, that a year, maybe two years into your marriage we’d do something stupid. It’s not an excuse man, but it’s all I have.
And besides, did you see her in that lingerie?
“You know what I want,” she whispered, kissing me far longer than the first time.
“Say it,” I told her, unsnapping her bra with one hand and letting it fall to the floor. I kissed her neck as my hands roamed over her and she sighed at my touch. “Say it now, Jessica. Tell me what you want.”
“Oh god,” she said, stopping and looking up into my eyes. And then she reached down and pressed her open palm against my throbbing cock. “I want this. I want you. I want you to fuck me, Thomas. I want you to fuck me more than anything in the world.”
I lifted her up and carried her to the couch because there was nothing else to do. She fell easily, her legs together as she landed on the sofa, and a moment later I had her panties off as I knelt between her legs. And before she could say a word, I buried my mouth in your wife’s perfect pussy, and I fucked her with my tongue as she moaned my name.
By the time I had two fingers inside her and my mouth on her clit, she was coming and begging for my cock. I knew she was a dirty girl, but my God, Jay. I’ve never heard a woman talk like she did.
I leaned over her, and her hands were on me, pulling off my belt and undoing my pants, desperate for my cock. When she finally had it out, and in her hand, she looked up at me with those big eyes of hers and shook her head.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had this in here?” she asked, leaning in and taking me between her lips. Her fingers barely touched around my thick cock, but she swallowed as much as she could, only gagging a few times as she let me fuck her mouth. My hand was back between her legs, and I’ve never felt a woman get as wet as your wife just from sucking cock.
But she didn’t stop, taking more and more of me as I tried to hold back until nearly all of me was down her throat. Her hand moved quickly as she blew me, and in between breaths, she looked up with pleading eyes.
“I need you inside me,” she moaned, her lips dripping.
“I don’t have a condom,” I told her, even as she lay back once more and I crawled between her legs.
“Good,” she said, grabbing me and rubbing me against her lips. “Where would be the fun in that?”
“Are you serious?” I asked. “You’re such a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea, now fuck me hard.”
“Are you sure? Just like this? You want my bare cock in you two hours before your wedding?”
I leaned down, my mouth inches from hers as I pushed the head against her.
“Of course,” she said with a grin. “How else can I walk down the aisle with your come in me?”
And then I was done, old friend. There was nothing to do but plunge my cock into her waiting pussy and fuck her for all I was worth. She cried out when I entered her, and then wrapped her legs around me, begging for more.
“You’re so fucking big,” she moaned, feeling me penetrate her completely. “Fuck me hard. I haven’t had a cock this big in ages. Fuck, did I miss it.”
And then our mouths were on each other again, and I swear she started to come for the second time. I was barely in her for a minute, and she was clenching and crying out my name as she came, and I have never seen or heard anything so beautiful. I didn’t slow down as she arched her back to take more of me.
We fucked, and we fucked, her legs in the air as I slammed into her, and I don’t know if I’ve ever felt a pussy as tight as your wife’s. I know I’ve never heard a woman beg as she did, and I know that nobody had ever called me Daddy before. But with each thrust, she grew filthier and filthier, until she was a different woman altogether.
“Fuck me, Daddy!” She cried. “Please Daddy, do it harder. I want you to come in me. I want you to come in me Daddy; please don’t hold back. I need it so badly. I’m your filthy little girl. I’m your dirty little slut. I’ll do anything.”
“You cheating whore!” I cried, fucking her harder if that was even possible. “Daddy is going to come so deep inside you. I’m going to fill my slutty little girl.”
And then I was done. I buried myself in your wife’s tight cunt, and I came harder than ever before. Deep within her, I unloaded every ounce of come I had until her pussy was so wet I could barely feel her.
Still, I thrust, letting go over and over again as she held me and said thank you. Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for coming inside me.
I’d like to tell you that we were both instantly filled with guilt and remorse. I’d like to say that once we came we felt terrible about what we had done, but the truth is we needed to do it. As I leaned back and looked at her come soaked cunt, my cock slowly growing limp inside her, she smiled and began to laugh.
“That was fucking incredible,” she said. “And just what I needed.”
“You’re really going to get married like that?” I asked.
“Of course I am. What else would I do? I love him. But I needed this too. Just one last time before I get married, I needed some big jerk like you to fuck me and use me like a filthy whore. Which you did perfectly by the way.”
“Hey, I do my best,” I said, finally sitting up and pulling my pants back on.
“Well, you better get out of here. You have a tux to pick up. And then you have to stand on the altar next to my soon to be husband.”
“Do I have to?” I said, sticking out my tongue.
“Don’t be silly,” she said, touching herself gently. “You’re the best man.”
And then I was gone, leaving her a soaking mess on the couch and I never looked back. I stood next to you hours later and then we got drunk and toasted and danced and it was a beautiful wedding. And if every once in a while I wondered if Jessica could still feel me inside her, even as you danced with her, can you blame me?
It’s never happened again; she was good to her word on that. Once you got married, she was as faithful as they come.
But now that you know there’s nothing to be done.
Unless, of course, you meant what you said last week at the bar.
Because my god do I miss her. And my god do I want to fuck her one more time.