Crossed Desires: Best Friend’s Wife Begs for Anal

Cody had spent years burying the filthy hunger that clawed at him every time he looked at Hana. At thirty-two, all hard muscle and calloused hands from years on construction sites, he knew exactly how wrong it was to jack off thinking about his best friend Victor’s wife. Victor, solid and trusting, had no idea. Hana was twenty-eight, all lush curves—heavy tits that strained every top she wore, a thick round ass that begged to be gripped, wide hips made for fucking. Cody had watched her for years at barbecues, Christmas parties, casual drinks, always polite, always the good friend. But alone in his truck or in the shower he pictured spreading those cheeks and ruining her.

Victor was gone for the weekend on a business trip upstate. The text from Hana came mid-Saturday morning: leaky faucet in the kitchen, water pooling, could he swing by and take a look? Cody knew he should make an excuse. Instead he threw his tools in the truck and drove over, cock already half-hard just from the thought of being alone with her in that house.

She opened the door in tight black yoga pants that molded to every inch of her ass and a thin white tank top with no bra. Her dark nipples pressed obvious against the fabric. Hana’s hair was pulled back messy, face flushed like she’d been moving around. “Cody. Thanks for coming. It’s a mess in here.” Her voice had that low, warm edge. She stepped aside, and as he passed she touched his arm longer than needed, fingers trailing down to his wrist.

The kitchen smelled like her—vanilla and something sweeter. Cody crouched under the sink, toolbox open, trying to focus on the dripping pipe. Hana stayed close, leaning against the counter so her hip brushed his shoulder. Those yoga pants left nothing to imagination; the fabric split the soft cheeks of her ass into two perfect round halves. He could see the outline of her pussy lips when she shifted.

“Victor’s always promising to fix things and never does,” she said, voice casual but eyes locked on him when he glanced up. “You’re better with your hands anyway.”

Cody wiped grease on a rag, standing. Their bodies were inches apart in the narrow space. “Been meaning to come by more. Just… busy.” He met her eyes. The air thickened. He’d jerked off to the fantasy of her on her knees so many times it felt like confession just looking at her.

Hana’s tongue flicked over her bottom lip. “I’ve noticed you watching me. At the lake last summer. When I bent over to get the cooler. You think I didn’t feel it?” She stepped closer, tits nearly brushing his chest. “I’ve watched you too, Cody. Months of it. Wondering what those rough hands would feel like on me instead of pretending we’re just friends.”

His cock throbbed hard against his jeans. “Hana—”

“I fantasize about it,” she whispered, bold now. “About you bending me over Victor’s couch and fucking me stupid while he’s gone. Don’t act like you haven’t thought the same dirty shit.”

The faucet could wait. Cody’s pulse hammered. He admitted it through clenched teeth. “Every fucking night. Picturing those tits in my mouth. That ass. Wanting to hear you moan my name instead of his.”

Hana’s smile turned filthy. She turned as if to grab a glass, but her round ass pressed deliberately back against the thick bulge in his pants. Once. A soft grind. Then again, slower, rolling her hips so the soft cheeks cupped his cock through the denim. “Oops,” she breathed, not sorry at all. She did it a third time, firmer, feeling him swell. “Mike—Victor—hasn’t touched me in months. Not really. Quick duty fucks if I’m lucky. I’m so empty, Cody. I need to be fucked like a slut. Used. I lie awake finger-fucking myself thinking about your cock stretching me open.”

Cody snapped. He grabbed her hips hard, spun her, and pinned her against the kitchen counter with his body. One hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping that thick ass. Their mouths crashed together—hungry, wet, all tongue and teeth. She moaned into him, sucking his tongue like she wanted to swallow him. He ground his trapped cock against her soft belly, then lower, rubbing against the heat between her legs. The kiss turned frantic, spit-slick, years of denied lust pouring out.

“I want you,” he growled against her lips. “Wanted this so fucking long. Your body, your holes, all of it.”

“Yes—God, yes,” Hana panted, grinding back. “I’ve craved you wrecking me. Confess it. Tell me how bad.”

“I’m going to fuck you raw,” Cody said, voice rough. “Every way you’ll take it. Victor never has to know.”

She shoved him back just enough to drop to her knees right there on the kitchen tile. Looking up with glassy eyes, she cupped the massive outline of his cock through his jeans and squeezed. “Use me. Please. I’m begging. Pull it out and shove it down my throat. Treat me like the cheating whore I am for you. I need your cock, Cody. Need you to ruin me while my husband’s gone. Make me take it—face, cunt, anything. Just start using me right fucking now.”

Her fingers worked his belt, popping the button, dragging the zipper down. Cody stared down at Victor’s wife on her knees, lips parted, already leaning in to mouth at the thick ridge still covered by his boxers. The tension coiled tighter, his cock throbbing to be freed, her breath hot through the fabric as she whispered more filthy pleas against him—how empty her ass felt, how she wanted it stretched and filled, how she’d been saving the dirtiest parts of herself for this exact betrayal. He tangled both hands in her hair, holding her there, the leaky faucet forgotten, the whole weekend suddenly wide open and filthy with possibility.

Cody yanked his boxers down, freeing his thick, veined cock. It sprang out heavy and leaking, the fat head already purple with need. Hana’s eyes widened. She didn’t hesitate—she opened wide and took him straight to the back of her throat in one greedy slide. Cody groaned, hips punching forward as her nose pressed into his pubic hair. She gagged wetly, spit flooding down her chin, but she stayed locked on, sucking like she wanted to vacuum the cum straight out of his balls.

“Fucking whore,” he rasped, fucking her face in short, brutal strokes. “Victor’s perfect little wife choking on my cock. Look at you.” Hana moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight to his root. She cupped his heavy sack, rolling his balls while she bobbed faster, drool soaking the front of her tank top until her hard nipples poked through the wet fabric. Cody held her skull and used her mouth like a cunt, watching tears streak her cheeks as she took every inch. When he finally pulled free, a thick strand of spit connected her swollen lips to his shiny cockhead.

“Get up,” he ordered. “Strip. Now.”

Hana scrambled to her feet, peeling the soaked tank over her head. Her heavy tits bounced free, dark nipples stiff and begging. She shoved the yoga pants and thong down together, kicking them aside. Her pussy was already glossy, thick outer lips puffy, a string of cream stretching between her thighs when she moved. She spun, bent over the kitchen island, and reached back with both hands to spread her round ass wide. The tight pink star of her asshole winked at him; below it her cunt dripped steadily onto the tile.

Cody dropped to his knees behind her. He buried his face between those soft cheeks and dragged his tongue straight over her asshole. Hana yelped, then pushed back hard. He licked her rim in filthy circles, spearing the tip inside while two thick fingers shoved into her dripping cunt. She was scorching and soaked, walls clutching him immediately. He finger-fucked her deep, curling against her front wall, while his tongue fucked her ass. Her juices ran down his wrist.

“Oh God—yes, eat that cheating hole,” she moaned, grinding shamelessly on his face. “I’ve fingered my ass thinking about this for months. Make it sloppy.”

He stood, wiped his mouth, and lined his cock up with her pussy. One hard thrust buried him to the root. Hana screamed. Cody grabbed her hips and hammered her cunt in deep, punishing strokes that made her heavy tits slap the countertop. The wet smack of skin on skin filled the kitchen. He watched his thick shaft disappear into her stretched pink cunt over and over, her cream frothing around the base.

“Take it like the slut you are,” he growled, spanking one jiggling cheek hard enough to leave a red print. “This tight married pussy was made for my cock.”

“Harder—fuck me harder!” Hana begged, voice raw. “Ruin Victor’s cunt. I’m your whore now. Use me—” She broke off into a long filthy moan as he slammed deeper, balls slapping her clit. Cody reached under, pinched her nipples, twisted them while he pounded. Her walls fluttered wildly around him.

Then she looked back over her shoulder, eyes glassy. “My ass. Please, Cody. I need your cock in my ass. Stretch that hole. Wreck it. I’ve never let him fuck my ass—saved it for you. Begging you. Shove it in and rail me until I can’t walk.”

Cody pulled out of her cunt with a wet pop. He spat a thick glob of spit directly onto her clenched asshole, rubbed it in with his thumb, then spat again. He pressed the broad head of his cock against the tight ring. Hana pushed back. Inch by inch he forced his way inside her virgin ass. The heat and grip were insane—her ring stretched white around his girth as he sank deeper.

“Fuuuuck, so tight,” he hissed. When his hips finally met her cheeks he stayed buried, letting her feel every pulse. Then he started fucking. Brutal doggy-style strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in balls-deep. Hana screamed in pure filthy ecstasy, one hand flying to her clit, rubbing in furious circles.

Cody fisted her hair, yanking her head back so her spine arched. His other hand cracked across her ass again and again, leaving glowing red handprints while he destroyed her asshole. “Take that cock up your married ass. Feel me splitting you open. This hole belongs to me now.”

“Yes—fuck my ass, use my shithole, fill it!” she babbled, rubbing her clit faster. “I’m your dirty fucking whore—don’t stop, pound it, make me take every inch—” Her body locked up. She came hard, squirting in hard pulses that sprayed across the cabinets and floor while her ass clamped like a fist around his driving cock. Cody kept railing her through it, the wet slap of his hips against her spanked cheeks echoing.

He felt his own orgasm boil up. Three more savage thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, roaring as he dumped a massive load of cum deep into her freshly-fucked asshole. Pulse after pulse flooded her guts. He stayed locked inside, flooding her until it started leaking around his shaft.

Slowly he pulled out. His cock left her gaping—her pink hole stretched open and ruined, thick white cum immediately dripping out in heavy globs that slid down over her swollen cunt lips and thighs. Cody watched it drip, rubbing the last spurts over her stretched rim.

Hana shakily pushed herself upright, turned, and kissed him deep and filthy, tongue fucking his mouth, tasting her own ass on him. She purred against his lips, “This is just the beginning of our secret affair behind Mike’s back. Next time you bend me over his bed and cream both holes while he’s on the phone downstairs.”

They cleaned up fast—paper towels wiping cum from her thighs, her rinsing her mouth, Cody stuffing his still-slick cock back into his jeans. Already planning the next risky hookup: Tuesday while Victor was at the gym, her texting filthy pictures from the laundry room. One last hungry grope—Cody squeezing her cum-leaking ass hard enough to make more drip down her leg—before he grabbed his toolbox and left her standing there with his load still seeping from her wrecked asshole.