Bred By Her Best Friend: I Begged Him To Have My Wife by Jaime Thorne

Author:Jaime Thorne [Thorne, Jaime]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2022-10-12T00:00:00+00:00

HERS

He isn't stopping me. He isn't stopping this. Why isn't he stopping this?

I am naked and my hand is wrapped around the cock of the oldest and best friend I have ever had. Slowly stroking up and down the length of it as it gets harder and harder for me.

I'm so close to Brad that my breasts are almost brushing against his firm bare chest. My breathing coming heavy as I slowly start to move my hand faster, as I stare across the room at my husband and wonder why he isn't stopping me.

This is against the rules. I'm not supposed to be doing this. Brad should be getting himself hard and I should be getting ready to be fucked by him in a strictly clinical fashion.

All of this was clear to me, had been made clear by Craig. He'd gone into it in so much detail, so much that I knew in a way that it meant a lot to him.

Maybe that's why I broke the rules. Maybe it's that I wanted to break them, to hurt him. Maybe I just needed a reminder that he would fight for me or some other stupid childish shit but regardless of the reason I am breaking the rules and he should be stopping me, but he's not.

Brad reaches out and curls a finger under my chin and he turns my face to him. He moves me with gentle and subtle movements, tilting my head and moving in to press his lips against my skin.

This, technically, isn't against the rules. Kissing is against the rules but Craig made it clear when he said that Brad's lips should never touch my lips that his definition of kissing was incredibly rigid and contained.

Still, when Brad kisses the skin of my neck and starts to move down from there it feels like it's crossing a line. The way it makes my body feel, the rush and thrill from it, is something else entirely. Something I haven't felt in a long, long time.

I touched myself on stage, all as part of the act. That's what I told myself at least, as I brushed my fingertips against the place where Brad is kissing me now. As I crested over the tops of my breasts like he is now. As I pulled at my nipples, just like he's pulling my nipple into his lips.

I did more too. Pressing my back against the back of the stage and slipping my finger into my dripping sex. Pumping in and staring out at the crowd, hearing the whoops and hollers as I made myself flush with my passion, as I brought myself closer and closer. As I fell down to my knees and stared at one pair of eyes in particular, willing it all to be for him.

I'm falling to my knees now. Guided by a hand on my shoulder. I'm staring across the room at the eyes of my husband and now I'm daring him to stop me.

But he's not. And I'm not.

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