Visiting my husband's best friend Aaron

That day my Mr.G and I visited our friend Aaron, to check on how he is doing after his recent separation from his wife. As we sat down on his sofa, I watched him from across the room, a small pang of empathy pulling at my heartstrings. I couldn't imagine how it must feel to be separated after 20 years of marriage. He offered us each a glass of bourbon, and we accepted. The first sip went with somewhat reserved chit-chat, but as we continued to drink, our conversation went much more open and direct, and we kind of lost the sense of time. "I think you should stay," Aaron said, glancing at the empty bourbon bottle on the coffee table. His gaze flickered towards me, holding something I couldn't quite place. Mr.G looked over at me and I saw uncertainty flicker in his eyes. He knew as well as I did that we weren't in any state to drive. But the thought of staying over wasn't exactly appealing either. "We don't want to impose," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "Nonsense," Aaron interjected quickly. "You're not imposing at all." I felt a strange tension creeping into the room as Aaron's gaze lingered on me longer than necessary. But Mr.G was oblivious to it all. Perhaps it was the alcohol or maybe he just trusted Aaron too much to suspect anything. "Well," Mr.G began, rubbing his forehead as if trying to clear his mind. "If you're sure it's no trouble..." I held my breath as Aaron flashed us both a reassuring smile. "Of course it's no trouble," he assured us. "I insist." His eyes met mine again and I swallowed hard. What was happening here? Was it just my imagination or was there something more behind those friendly gestures? It was hard to tell with all that bourbon swimming in my head. Sleep proved elusive. The guest room felt unfamiliar, and there was this ticking of an old clock which drove me nut. A glass of water would help. I tiptoed towards the kitchen, mindful not to wake Mr.G. I was dressed only in my panties and bra, but I didn't expect anybody to be awake still. "A bit too much bourbon?" A deep voice echoed through the quiet kitchen. I jumped slightly, spilling water onto my bare skin. It was Aaron, his pajama unbuttoned and hair tousled from sleep. The black skin of his muscular torso highlighted by the street lights that were coming through the window. He was an attractive man. His gaze traveled over me in a way that made me feel both exposed and oddly flattered. A rush of adrenaline surged through me. "Can't sleep?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that danced along my spine. "I could ask you the same," I countered, trying to maintain an air of indifference. "But I better go back to my husband" "One thing I learned from losing my wife," Aaron said "There's no such thing as mine or yours...everyone is for the taking." I was taken aback by his words. They went against everything I believed in. But there was a strange allure to them, a forbidden thrill that sent shivers down my spine. And then he reached out, pulling me closer. I knew I should pull away, knew I should put an end to this before it went any further, but instead, I found myself being drawn to him. His gaze held mine captive, the intensity of his stare making it difficult for me to look away. "Stop," I protested weakly. "Shh..." he murmured softly, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle kiss that left me breathless. Despite the guilt gnawing at my conscience, I found myself kissing him back. I pulled away, gasping for breath. "Aaron..." I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can't..." He silenced me with another kiss, his lips moving against mine in a slow dance. The guilt was still there, a nagging reminder of the vows I had made to the man who was just in the room few feet away. But as Aaron's hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my hips, I found myself pushing those thoughts aside. Next, he lifted me in his arms and carried me effortlessly to his bedroom. He put me down, and then he lied down on the bed, pushing down his pajamas. His huge black dick was already hard. I must have gasped at the sight of his size! "Come on, let's see if it will fit in your beautiful mouth, Mrs.G" - Aaron said. A voice in my head screamed at me to stop, but the mix of the alcohol and the allure of the forbidden, had me captivated. I hesitated for a moment, but then laid between his legs, and brought the bed cover over myself. I didn't believe Mr.G will wake up, he drank a lot too, but it was more of an instinct to cover my shame. I descended towards him, and took his length in my mouth. His scent filled my senses - a mix of musk and sweat and something uniquely him. I felt his fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me. His grip was firm, a silent command that I found myself willingly obeying. But when he pushed deeper, I gagged. A surprised sound echoed in the room but he didn't let up, his hand guiding me in rhythm with his needs. Then came the knock. My heart stopped as I recognized the voice calling from behind the door. "Aaron?" It was Mr.G. My husband. I heard the door open. I was terrified, but Aaron didn't stop. Instead, he held me there, continuing to guide me with his hand as if we weren't on the brink of disaster. I was trying so hard not to let any sound of gagging - tears started flowing on their own from my eyes. "Sorry if I woke you, but... you didn't see Mrs.G, did you? I woke up, and can't find her anywhere." Mr.G said. "She probably went for a walk or something," Aaron replied smoothly, as if he wasn't having his dick in his friend's wife mouth. I couldn't deny the thrill that came with it, the adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and I found myself sliding my hand below me, and touching my pussy while licking Aaron's big cock. I was betraying my husband. Betraying our vows. But as he stepped out, I pulled out of the cover, and turned my back to Aaron. "Please fuck me." - I said. I closed my eyes, anticipation coursing through me as I felt him position himself behind me. His fingers brushed against my thighs, a gentle command that had me parting them willingly. Then I felt him enter me. A gasp escaped from my lips. He was much larger than my husband, his dick was filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming - a mix of pain and pleasure that had me clutching at the sheets beneath us. Soon, I found myself pushing back against him, meeting his rhythm with my own. The sounds of our bodies coming together filled the room - a symphony of passion and desire that echoed off the walls. I felt his hand slipped under me, finding that sensitive spot that had me gasping for breath. I surrendered to the pleasure, my body convulsing as I came. He followed suit, collapsing on top of me, his body trembling from the exertion. I could feel his heart pounding against my back, and his dick pulsating deep in my pussy filling me with his cum.