My (ex) wife’s best friend Romance

I drew a deep breath and took a moment to collect my thoughts before pressing the doorbell.

I heard a brief commotion from inside, before Sarah opened the door, shooting me a quick smile. “Hey Jake. Come in, he’s just gone off to sleep.”

“Thanks, sorry again for being so late, work’s been nuts recently. I’ll just grab him and get him in the car. How long’s he been down?”

“No problem, only about ten minutes. Come in for a coffee before you go.” She was already walking toward the kitchen. I watched her with some resignation for a second, before slipping my shoes off and following her.

Sarah was our childminder, and one of my (soon to be ex) wife’s close friends. I’d not bumped into her since the split a few months before, usually collecting my son from my wife.

She was sitting at her dining table as I entered the kitchen, waiting for me. I pulled up a chair opposite her and resigned myself to what must’ve been the hundredth conversation I’d had about the split.

“So,” she fixed her green eyes on me. “You and Laura.”

I glanced around. “Where are the girls?”

“At their Dad’s. What happened?”

I shook my head lightly and looked at her. “Honestly, Sarah, I don’t really want to get into it. I’m sure Laura’s told you everything you need to know; from my perspective, we just drifted apart over the years. Nothing to gain from dwelling on it.”

She gave me a slight smile. “Alright. But, you know, I went through the same thing with Chris. It sucks. I might be Laura’s friend, but we’ve known each other for, what, fourteen years? Nothing to say we can’t remain friends.”

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. It sucks. And I appreciate that.”

We sat in silence for a few moments, and I took the opportunity to appreciate Sarah. She was beautiful, her green eyes accompanied by wavy blonde hair and full, plump lips.

She glanced down at the table. “So, have you been seeing anyone new?”

I tried not to show the flash of irritation that passed through me. “No. Furthest thing from my mind, to be honest.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Really? It’s been months.”

“You can assure her there’s noone else.”

Sarah let out a soft tinkling laugh. “Oh, Laura didn’t ask. Ah, the coffee.” Her lips curled back into a smile. She stood. “Or would you prefer some wine?”

“Tea sounds good, thanks.”

“Let’s have some wine.” She turned and as she walked to the kitchen top I couldn’t help but run my eyes across her. She was wearing a loose white sundress that ended just above the soft curves of her calves, and white socks. Her hips swayed slightly as she walked, and I briefly pictured the hourglass figure I knew she was hiding under the dress.

“So are you still living in the house?” She asked as she made herself busy.

“No, I wanted to, just to make things less disruptive for the boy, but it was too much. I found an apartment for the time being. Nothing special, but it’s a roof.”

She sighed theatrically. “That’s a shame. Oh God, you don’t think Laura will want to cook instead now do you?” I snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure we’ll just order in. Still, it’ll be different without you there. Now who’s going to stare at my butt when he thinks I’m not looking?”

My eyes snapped up from her legs to her head, but she hadn’t even turned around. I gaped for a moment before mumbling, “Come again?”

She turned to face me, leaning against the kitchen top, her hands spread either side of her. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Oh, come on, Jake. We’re big boys and girls. I’ve noticed lots of times.”

I laughed awkwardly. “Well… It’s a great butt. I’m sure there’s a ton of guys falling over themselves for you.”

She grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and sauntered over to stand very close to me. She filled both glasses. “I don’t know about that,” she said. She was almost a foot shorter than me, and she was so close I could smell the coconut scent of her hair.

I took an offered glass and pushed my chair back and to the side to face her. “Was I really so obvious?”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. That week in Cornwall you were eye me so hard I almost bought a morning after pill.” I laughed sheepishly.

She picked up her glass and before I really took stock of what was happening, she sat sideways on my lap, her hand reaching around the back of my head. I could feel her nails lightly as she wound her fingers through my hair.

She leaned in close, her face only centimetres from my own. One of my hands found her lower back, the other found her thigh. I could feel her breasts pressing lightly into my chest. “And, if I’m being honest; I loved it.”

She planted her lips firmly on my own. Her lips were full and soft, and I could taste the wine as I returned the kiss. I raised my hand from her back to cradle her head, gently threading my fingers through her golden hair.

We broke apart after a few moments, and she leaned back to reach for her wine. My eyes wandered from her face, to her chest, to her hips, to her pale thighs. I was rock hard, my cock straining against my jeans.

This is a terrible idea. It’s Sarah.

She stood and passed me my glass. “Shall we take this to the living room?”

I nodded and followed her, admiring the view. I sat heavily on her sofa as she put on some music and switched on some lamps. I was so hard it was almost painful; I hadn’t had any in months. As she bent down to grab an appliance, I had an overwhelming urge to lift up the dress and take her then and there. The quiet voice of reason in the back of my mind continued to urge me toward caution, to collect my son and leave.

That voice was thoroughly drowned out as she approached and straddled me, one knee either side on the sofa. She rested lightly on my lap and one hand gripped the back of my neck, her eyes finding mine. “Will this make things difficult for you?”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I knew it was a bad idea, all things considered.

Fuck it.

“I don’t know. Let’s find out.”

She grinned and opened her mouth to say something, which turned into a surprised yelp as I placed a hand on her back and brought her down to my lips. As we kissed, my hands dropped to her hips and I pulled her down to grind on my lap. I felt her tongue probing forward and met it with my own, dropping a hand to run along her thigh.

My hand slid all the way to grasp a round cheek and I gave it a firm squeeze. I felt her lips curve into a smile, and she mumbled, “Good answer.” My cock ached as my other hand pulled her dress up. She pulled away from the kiss to pull her dress over her head, pausing to give me a good view.

She was wearing a white lace bra that struggled to contain her large breasts and matching white underwear that she was gently rocking back and forth against the front of my jeans. My hand trailed lightly across her stomach, reaching up to grasp her breast for a moment, before she leaned forward to kiss me once more.

She pulled my tshirt up as I unhooked her bra, her hands running across my chest and shoulders. She leaned back to get tshirt off, and slipped her bra from her shoulders. She blushed slightly at the surprise on my face as I drank in the piercings through her pink nipples. She placed her hands on the back of my neck again, her arms gently pressing her breasts together. “You like piercings?”

I grinned at her. “Love ’em.” I pulled her toward me and took a nipple in my mouth, gently rolling it with my tongue. A soft gasp escaped her as one of her hands wedged itself between her legs, her fingers circling her clit. I leaned back and pulled her lips down to mine once more.

After a few moments I couldn’t bear it any longer. Sarah was breathing heavily as I slid out from under her. She watched me as I stripped, biting her lip as she stared at my cock. She was still kneeling on the sofa, her free hand holding her steady on the backrest. I positioned myself behind her and leaned forward. I kissed her neck and wrapped my hands around her, one pinching a nipple and the other moving down to feel how wet she was between her thighs.

A guttural growl escaped my throat as I grabbed her panties, yanked them down and began rubbing my cock against her ass. I took a second to admire it in its plump, round splendour, before guiding my cock down to her lips, coating the head with her wetness. She pushed back toward me impatiently.

We gasped in tandem as I eased myself into her. She was warm, wet, and tight, and my cock twitched as I inched further into her. I pushed my way in slowly, savouring the sensation until I could get no further. I stayed there for a moment, gliding my nails up her spine to place my hand securely on her shoulder, the other holding her hip. I began slowly rocking my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her with measured strokes. We quickly set into a rhythm, and I grit my teeth.

She let out a moan as she worked her clit in rhythm with my thrusts, and I reached around to squeeze one of her breasts. I began thrusting harder, keeping the same speed, as I fingered the piercing of her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and index finger.

Her breathing was becoming ragged, and I felt her body tensing under me as I leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck. Moments later her body jumped in a spasm, and I gave her nipple a hard pinch as she came. Her back arched and her head rocked back as her body trembled like a leaf in a hurricane, her eyes rolled back and her mouth open in a silent cry.

She stayed frozen in place for several moments, legs quivering, until her body relaxed, releasing all of her tension. I stopped thrusting, resting inside her. She turned to look at me over her shoulder. “That… That was a good one.” She panted, smiling contentedly.

“Looked good from here.” I grinned and swatted her ass playfully, being rewarded with a yelp and a giggle. I placed my hand on her back, pressing her back down to the backrest, and began to pick up the rhythm again, faster and harder.

“Fuck,” she breathed, as I pounded her and smacked her ass again, harder. The pent up frustrations from months of stress and a distinct lack of fuelled me as I pounded her, and I vaguely heard myself grunting breaths between clenched teeth. Her beautiful big ass jiggled with each thrust, and I reached up to cup her chin. She was squealing and groaning louder than ever, and as I ran my thumb over her lip, she turned her head and took my thumb in her mouth. I let out a heavy breath as she began to suck on it, working her tongue around my thumb.

She was trembling around my cock as her wet tongue circled my thumb, and before long I felt my balls tightening, my cock aching for release. A moment of regret flashed through my mind that this had to end, but I took my thumb away from her mouth. “Fuck, I’m about to cum.”

I pulled out of her and before I had a moment to react she was on her knees in front of me, my cock in her hand, as she swooped in and took the whole thing in her mouth. For the briefest of moments I felt the bliss of her tongue circling the head, before I almost blacked out, cumming harder than I ever had before, releasing the biggest load of my life into her throat. She bobbed her head and one of her hands reached up to softly squeeze my balls as she worked. I trembled, feeling as though she were draining me of my damn soul.

My legs quivered as I finished cumming, and she pulled back from me, resting on her heels. She looked up at me and winked, spunk leaking from the sides of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. In silence, I wound my hand into her hair as our eyes locked. We stayed like that for what could’ve been either seconds or hours, before she smiled and ran her tongue across her lips. She looked down at her chest, and used her finger to scoop up the drops of cum that had dripped to her breasts. She sucked her finger clean as I watched in rapt silence. She laughed at what I assumed was the dumb impression on my face, got up, and hurried off to the bathroom.

As she left, reality set back in and I realised that I’d just fucked one of my wife’s best friends before we’d even divorced.

Shit. Worth it.

I looked around for my clothes, and was pulling on my jeans as Sarah came back into the room. She walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, her breasts pressed into my bare chest. She grinned.

I smiled back at her, my hands on her hips. “That was… amazing.”

She laughed and slid a hand into my hair. “You wait for round two,” she winked, eyes sparkling. “I assume you’re staying the night?”

I laughed in turn and leaned down to kiss her. “Try and stop me.”

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