Chapter 2 — My Husband's Friend (2)

My husband came home just before midnight, bringing a friend with him. Both were completely wasted, yet they demanded I pour another round of drinks.

With his friend there, I couldn't very well refuse.

But before the bottles were even empty, the two of them passed out on the living room floor, leaving the room thick with the stench of alcohol.

“Ugh, that damn man! I actually waited up for him tonight, hoping… Bah, I might as well just sleep. What do I even have to expect?”

I'd dreamed of a passionate, wild night of sex, had showered carefully, cleaned myself thoroughly, and waited—only to have it all end so pathetically.

A hollow ache spread through my chest, as if a gaping hole had opened inside me.

They said they'd sleep in the living room, so I was alone in bed—but how could I possibly sleep? I'd washed and washed again, my body tingling with pent-up desire.

Tossing and turning for a while, I finally drifted off. Even in that hazy state between dream and reality, I felt a sharp, pulsing heat spreading through my pussy.

If this was a dream, I silently prayed it wouldn't end. I indulged in it quietly, savoring every sensation.

But the feeling was too vivid to be a dream. Something strange stirred in me, and as I tried to wake up, I felt something hot and hard push deep inside me.

“Hah— Who…?”

“Shh! Do you want to wake your husband?”

No way… It was the friend who'd come in drunk with my husband—now lifting one of my legs high, thrusting into me from behind, pounding me fiercely.

I quickly turned my eyes toward the living room, but the door was tightly shut—nothing visible.

The thought that I was taking this man's cock in my room while my husband slept just beyond that door sent an electric thrill surging through me.

“Ahh… What if we get caught? We're both dead. Pull out, please!”

“Now that I'm inside, do you really think pulling out will fix anything? Just enjoy it. Let this be our little secret.”

“Ugh…!”

“Feels good, doesn't it?”

“Yes… but hurry. I'm so nervous…”

“I know. I'll make it fast. But damn… your pussy is incredible. I've never had one this good.”

Unbelievable. He was actually talking about my pussy—my pussy—while I was married to his friend.

But hearing the word “pussy” from a man's mouth, especially from my husband's friend, turned me on beyond control. I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to.

“Uhh… yes, harder… fuck me harder, thrust deeper… uhh…”

My husband would've finished long ago, but this man kept pounding me relentlessly. My pussy went numb, my mind emptied completely, blanked out by pleasure.

At that moment, I couldn't tell if the man sleeping in the living room was my husband, or if the cock buried deep inside me belonged to his friend. I didn't even care.

I felt like I'd burn up if I didn't let this fire raging through my body consume me.

“Ahh… just a little more… more… harder… ah, so good…”

“Uhh… I'm coming. I can't hold it anymore…!”

“Come. Come inside me. Fill my pussy—do it hard.”

“Uhh… ugh… ahh…!”

“Ah… ah… ugh, ugh…”

I'd never felt an orgasm like this—so intense, so all-consuming—since I'd started having sex.

Was it because it was my husband's friend? Because my husband was sleeping just steps away? Was that why it felt so electrifying?

Even after he came, his cock hadn't softened. It moved gently inside me, savoring the aftermath, and the sensation was unbearably delicious.

“Ugh…”

When he finally thrust one last time and slowly pulled out, I ached with the loss.

“If my friend wakes up, just tell him I left without a word.”

“And… we'll do this again, right? Tonight was amazing.”

I nearly said it too—me too, it was amazing—but I bit my tongue and stayed silent.

Now all that was left was to wash myself clean and return to normal life, as if nothing had ever happened.

In the living room, my husband snored loudly, completely unaware—completely oblivious that his wife had just spread her legs for his friend.