His Wife, My Undoing

The door clicks shut behind. And then it’s just her. Standing in that loose cream tee and soft little shorts. God, the fabric hangs off one shoulder, lazy and low. It just provoked me.

She moves toward the window. She leans a hand against the wall beside the glass, back slightly arched, hip tilted. Her lips curled in a small, dangerous smile. And then she asks, quietly, “Do you feel guilty having sex with your friend’s wife?”

Her tone isn’t judging, it’s testing. She already knows the answer. So I ask her right back, “Do you feel guilty having sex with your husband’s friend?”

She smiles, Small. “Why me?” she asks, voice soft. “Why are you interested in me?” I take a breath. “You remember that day?” I say, “The day of the wedding, the morning… when I came to see him?” She tilts her head slightly. Waiting.

“I walked in by mistake. You were in your bra and panties, I said sorry, I backed out fast — but—” I shake my head, breath catching. “You stayed in my mind. I couldn’t forget you.”

She steps a little closer. “You want to know why I wanted you?” she says.
I nod, slowly. She leans in, voice lower, almost like she’s confessing, “That same night,” she says. “I saw you.”

I freeze. “What?”

“You were in the guest room. With a girl, my colleague.”

She smiles at my stunned face. “The window wasn’t shut all the way. I saw the way you moved. I watched you.” I stare at her, and she reaches up, fingertip tracing the edge of my shirt. “You didn’t know. I closed the window. But. You’ve been in my head since that night, too,” she whispers.

“You’re here for one month. For your business. And today this moment was the only chance we were going to get.” Her hand lifts and rests lightly against my chest.

“So, Kevin, what are we going to do?”

“Three months,” I say. “You’ve been in my head three damn months. And when this business trip came up, I didn’t just come to sign papers.” My voice drops lower. “I came to see if there was any chance to feel you. Just once.”

She doesn’t flinch. “And now,” I go on, “he had to leave, Alone. And you’re here. With me.” I step in, her breath right at my throat. “So, I’m asking, one time. You want this done my way, or you want to dominate me?”

Her hand slides up my chest, fingers curling lightly around the base of my neck. “You made her come so hard, Kevin.” Her voice is silk and smoke now. “I want that. I want to give myself up to you and see if I can even breathe through it.”

“So,” she whispers, leaning closer. “Show me what three months of wanting me looks like.”

I’m on my knees. Her eyes narrow, teasing. “You want to start from the bottom?”

I nod once. “Yeah. I want to know what you taste like before anything else.”
Her hands move to her waistband, but I stop her. “Let me.”

I hooked my fingers into the band of her shorts, and they slid down slowly, obedient—no panties, she stepped out. My throat dries. My hands settle on her thighs, spreading gently. Her skin’s warm under my palms, heat radiating, pulsing. She leans her weight on one leg, bracing herself against the wall.

I kiss up her thighs, slow and steady, teasing her. My mouth finds the heat between her legs. She lets out a strangled breath, “Kevin—fuck—what are you doing to me?”

I don’t answer. I grip her thighs tighter, tongue working slowly at first, then deeper, bolder. Her fingers dig into my hair, and her body starts to tremble.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “You’re going to make me come… just like this…”

Her back hits the wall with a soft thud. She spreads her legs wider, her hips roll, slow at first — then sharper, needier. She’s whispering my name now, again and again, and fuck, the way she moves. She starts chasing my mouth, guiding me.

“Right there—don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” she breathes, her head tipping back against the wall. Her thighs tremble, squeezing around me. “I can’t, oh fuck, Kevin.”

I lock my arms around her waist and hold on, tongue and lips lost in her. Her hands are all over my head, fingers in my hair, pulling, begging. Her body jerks when I hit the right rhythm — again. Then again. Then she breaks.

“Oh my god— Fuck— I’m— Shit, I’m coming—”

And she does. Then a sharp cry punches out of her. Her legs almost give, my mouth still tasting her, she sinks to her knees with me, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted like she just came back from some other universe.

“That—” she pants, shaking her head. “I don’t even know what that was.”

I smile, brushing hair from her face.

“That was me,” I say. “Starving.”

“What’ve you got saved for next, Kevin?” she asks, her voice low and daring.

I stand up slowly, pulling off my shirt, then I undo my pants, just enough to let her. She bites her bottom lip, then grins like she’s proud of it. Without a word, she rises and walks to the bed.

She opens the drawer by the headboard, pulls out a condom, and tosses it onto the sheets. Then she turns, peels her tee up and over her head, bare underneath and lies back, legs slightly parted.

“What if he finds the count missing?” I ask, eyes locked on hers. She shrugs, wicked and calm. “He won’t remember,” she says. “And I won’t forget.”

I slide the condom on, eyes never leaving hers. She spreads her legs with intention— just ready. Her breathing’s uneven, and that alone wrecks something in me. My body presses against hers, and her head drops back with a gasp. “Kevin.”

It’s not some high-pitched moan. It’s raw— like she wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. Her thighs tighten around me, and her fingers lace behind my neck, pulling me down into her. I pin her wrists gently above her head, locking eyes with her.

“You okay?”

She grins — flushed, breathless, eyes heavy. “You’re ruining me already.” I can’t help the low laugh that slips out. “Good.”

I thrust deeper, and her back arches, again, and again. Her nails scratch down my arms, trailing heat behind them. She’s all soft sounds and sharp gasps now, falling apart and trying to hold on at the same time.

And then, voice cracked and rough, “Turn me over.” I freeze for a second. That request, that tone — it hits different. “I want to feel you that way,” she says, glancing up at me. “Deeper. I want all of you.”

Fuck. I flip her over gently, guiding her to all fours. Her skin is warm under my hands, trembling. She throws a look back over her shoulder — lips parted, hair a mess, eyes wild.

“You’re so—” I start, but I don’t finish because I don’t have words for what I see right now.

She smirks. “Say it.”

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever touched.”

“Then show me.”

I grip her hips and move, deeper, slower, harder. She gasps. One hand slaps the sheets, the other curls into a fist.

“Holy—shit,” she whimpers, biting her lip. “You’re going to break me.”

“You want me to stop?”

She laughs through a moan. “Don’t you dare.”

Her words start to blur, I watch the way her body reacts — the tension, the rhythm, the collapse. I lower over her, pressing her flat to the bed, pulling her legs up, wrapping her around me. I want all of her. Every sound, every breath.

She meets my eyes, wide, vulnerable, real. “Kevin—don’t stop. I’m—oh my god—”

I kiss her, hard, deep. Her body jerks, legs shaking, breath lost. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, holding on like she’s falling. And then I lose it too — wrapped in her, undone by her — every nerve singing. I groan into her skin, her name like a promise I didn’t know I’d been keeping.

When it’s over, we don’t move. Just her breathing against my chest. My hand brushes lazy circles on her thigh. Her lips still parted, dazed. She looks at me like I’ve stolen something and she doesn’t want it back.

“You okay?” I whisper.

She smiles, softly. “You always talk this much after?”

I grin. “Only when it’s worth remembering.”

She leans in, nose brushing mine, “Then don’t forget a damn second of it.”

She stretches beneath me, slow and her leg curls around mine. “If you keep touching me like that, we’re going to end up going again.” I grin against her skin. “Is that a threat or an invitation?”

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