My wife's irresistible desire (A Short Romantic Story)

At about 2pm, I heard the knock on the door and quickly jumped up from the living room couch to open it. I smiled at Ade at the entrance, glad he arrived on time.

As I stepped aside to let him in, I tried to ignore the fact that I was way too excited to see him and that I had paid more than the usual attention to my outfit because I knew he was coming. I had worn a figure-hugging dress and applied a little makeup even though I had nowhere to go.

Ade was my husband's best friend. Sam travelled to Abuja a month ago and entrusted Ade with me and his two daughters. He had Ade promise him that he would look out for us and help us with whatever we needed while he was gone. Since then, Ade had paid us a visit at least twice a week and helped out with a few things I might need assistance with. I gave him a call the previous day when I had some problem putting on the generator in the afternoon and he assured me he would be here the next day. I was glad and had been looking forward to seeing him.

A few minutes after he came, he went outside to see what he could do about the generator. I ran to my bedroom window so I could gaze at him while he worked without him noticing. I was ashamed of what I was feeling towards him but I did not know what to do about it. He removed his shirt before he started working and I felt my mouth water as I watched his muscles flexed and tensed when he fiddled with the generator. My mind began to wander to naughty territory. I imagined rubbing my palm down his body, pulling down his trousers and rubbing myself against him.

I knew I had been lonely and frustrated since Sam left but lusting after his best friend should not be a thought I should be entertaining, I thought to myself as I forced myself to move away from the window.

A couple of hours later, he came back to tell me that things were fixed. I thanked him and he left. I could not help the feeling of sadness I had when he turned to leave. Again, I tried to snap out of it. He was my husband's best friend for heaven's sake.

That night, at about 10pm, Ade texted me via BBM.

'Hi. How is it going hope the gen is working fine now?'

'Yes, it is. Thank you very much. How are you?'

'I am fine. Just outside my house, enjoying the cool air.'

'Alone? What about your wife?'

'She is asleep.'

'Oh. well, that just sounds lonely.'

'Lol. Who am I to complain? I am sure you are probably feeling lonelier than I can even imagine, with Sam gone.'

'Sure. But you have really helped out a lot. It makes things better. Thank you.'

'You are welcome.'

'There are other kinds of loneliness, though, but I doubt you can help with that,' I typed and almost regretted as soon as I sent it. He did not respond for up to five minutes and I wondered if talking about my sexual loneliness might have gotten me in trouble.

'I understand. Well, goodnight.'

I wondered about his abrupt farewell but I decided it might be better not to push it, especially since what I said might have offended him. I could not fall asleep that night, I tossed and turned, plagued with dirty fantasies about Ade and me.

The next Saturday, I was glad and relieved when he came to check on us. He did not seem offended at all. In fact, it was like it never happened. He played with the kids while I went to the market. When I returned, he offered to stay back so I can cook and even get some rest. He kept pushing off leaving until about 8pm when I put the girls to bed.

When I return to sit beside him on the couch, he said, "I really should get going."

"Oh wow, couldn't you stay for a little while longer?"

He nodded, "I guess I could."

We watched TV silently for a while before he turned to me and with tenderness in his voice, asked, "how are you doing?"

"Oh, not bad. Hanging in there," I responded.

"Hmm, sure, especially when it comes to those things I cannot help out with." he said, referring to the phone conversation.

I turned away from him, embarrassed and avoiding his gaze. He took one of my hands in his, looked at me and was about to say something. I looked back at him too, waiting, with rapt attention for what he would say. Then the power went out.

Honestly, I could not tell you how it happened. One minute, I was looking at him, hoping yet dreading what he would say, and the next, we were kissing like horny teenagers. For some reason, the darkness made it okay, like it was not really happening. When he began taking off my clothes and kissing my neck, I forgot I was married. I forgot this was his best friend. Heck, I even forgot who I was. The darkness gave me courage and my inhibitions soon disappeared. His hands and mouth on me also made me feel out of control.

I was soon completely naked beneath him. His mouth was on my boob and I grabbed his head, pushing him towards me even more. He sucked and nibbled on my nipple until I was moaning with pleasure. As he continued sucking, he slid his hand down towards my pussy and began to stroke. His finger entered smoothly and I began bucking against it, fucking his hand hungrily.

Eventually, he paused, rising from me. I got up too, thinking he was stopping this but he held my hand and we found our way to the bedroom in the darkness. As soon as I got into bed, I heard the ruffling that meant he was getting naked too. He then returned to his place on top of me. For a few seconds, he simply stayed that way, basking in the feel of my curves underneath him. I began to squirm. I was past the point of stopping, now I wanted him to keep going and to take me with him.

Responding to my needs, he pushed my legs apart and brought the tip of his cock to my entrance. He paused as if he was hesitating. I pushed my hips upwards, forcing him to take me and as soon as he entered, I threw my head back in pleasure.

It has been way too long, I thought, that I had enjoyed a man's company this way. My hips were moving hungrily against him as he entered me. He was groaning, sliding in and out, fucking me so good I wanted to scream. I wrapped my legs around him and he moved against me, pleasing me.

"Yes, yes, I am cumming," I began to moan when I felt close.

"Cum for me," he said, moving against me even more intensely. I soon let go around him. He held me, rocking me gently until my orgasm subsided.

His cock began sliding in and out again. My walls tightened around him as my pussy remained lubricated from my orgasm. He kept going until he started panting. He rammed into me even more determinedly that the sound of us meeting filled the room. Finally, he collapsed on me and grunted, reaching his climax.

I was so satisfied after sex that while he held me in his arms, I soon fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up and the memories of the night rushed back to me. I suddenly looked around to see that Ade was no longer in bed with me.

I was not sure if he returned home the previous night of that morning. I considered calling him but I was definitely not ready to face the fallout from what we did. I did not want to talk about it, not yet. I did not even want to think about the fact that I fucked him on my marital bed and the fact that, even now, I still wanted him.

I got out of bed, woke up my daughters and prepared them for church, procrastinating when I would have to face Ade.