His Wife's Rebound Masked Craving
His wife’s best friend shows up masked and begs him to cheat on her.
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I am a 32-year-old married man whose wife has been emotionally distant for months after that fight that left us sleeping on opposite edges of the bed. When she left town for a week-long work conference, the house felt like a tomb of unresolved silence. Then the doorbell rang. Lila stood there, my wife’s recently divorced best friend, twenty-nine and poured into a slinky black dress that clung to every curve I’d pretended not to notice at barbecues. A Venetian-style mask covered the upper half of her face, black lace and gold filigree framing those sharp green eyes.
“Girls’ night never happened,” she said, stepping inside without waiting. “I’ve been fantasizing about you for years while she neglected you.” The confession hit like a spark on dry tinder. Electric tension crackled as I admitted the mutual craving I’d hidden—every stolen glance at her legs, every time I’d jerked off thinking about her mouth instead of my wife’s cold shoulder.
We circled each other in the living room like predators. Flirtatious banter turned filthy fast. “I’ve pictured you bending me over every piece of furniture in this place,” she purred, peeling off the mask to reveal flushed cheeks and parted lips. “I want to be your rebound fuck while she’s gone. Use me. Cheat on her with me.” The air thickened with raw need until she dropped to her knees, palms pressing against my hardening cock through my pants. “Please,” she begged, voice husky. “Fuck me like you own me. Betray her right here.”
Hunger snapped. I hauled her up and kissed her ravenously, tongues clashing, hands yanking that dress up over her hips to bare the fact she wore nothing underneath. We stumbled to the couch. She pushed me down, straddled me reverse-cowgirl, and slipped the mask back on before sinking onto my cock in one wet slide. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as she ground down, ass bouncing, that masked face glancing back over her shoulder. My palm cracked across her cheek, the slap echoing, and she moaned louder, riding me frantically, her tight cunt milking me with every drop.