In Her House

I didn’t know what I was doing. I had to be crazy.

I could practically hear my own heart beating in my chest, loud as a drum, as I padded barefoot down the hall. Thank God for shag carpeting – my footsteps couldn’t be heard. Now, if only I could get my heart to beat a little quieter.

There was a clatter from downstairs, a pan I think, and running water. She was down there, making breakfast for us. For all three of us. My best friend, my college roommate, always so sweet and so kind, and so pretty. And so lucky. I’d only flown in for the weekend, just for a couple of days for a wedding she wasn’t invited to. She offered to let me stay in her third bedroom. He’d only been in her life for a year – only been her husband for two months. I’d gone to their wedding, too, and I’d had to keep my distance from them. From him.

I’d known from the second I saw him that we were going to fuck. It was as clear as the blue sky. A spark, an electricity that existed even after our fingers grazed against one another in a shy, introductory handshake. Through his happy groom’s smile, he was undressing me…no. He was ripping the clothes from my body in his mind, and in my mind I was letting him. I was begging him to.

And now, here I was, staying in his house, pretending to be interested in what my friend had to say about interior design, squirming in my dinner chair. Every glance he cast at me was dripping with lust. Every word he spoke to me contained within it a husky moan of pleasure. He made me sweat. He made me wet, just to look at him. Just to have him look at me.

And now, at this moment, while his wife and my friend was downstairs making us breakfast, here I was. Entering his bedroom, where he still lay asleep. Shutting the door quietly behind me. Tip-toeing across the carpet, then climbing into bed with him, not a second’s hesitation. I slid under the sheets, bringing my body, hot with anticipation, close to his. His beautiful, delicious body. He awoke with a tiny gasp, and I silenced him with a finger on his lips. His eyes registered my presence first with confusion, then panic, then hunger. After that, it was only a matter of seconds before he was on top of me, under the cover of the sheets, pulling his cock, hard with morning wood, from his boxers. He reached his hand down then and slid it up my thigh, under my nightgown, and, discovering that I wore nothing underneath, he groaned. A noise I’d been waiting to hear for months, a sound I’d been pleasuring myself to since the moment we’d met.

He pulled the skirt of my gown up over my hips until there, beneath the sheets of his wife’s bed, there was nothing keeping him from me, nothing between us. He positioned himself, his breathing already ragged, then after only a moment’s pause, he plunged himself into me. I bit my lip so hard it bled. I couldn’t make any noise. Couldn’t make any noise at all. Had to be quiet. There he was, inside me, fully. I thought it was bliss…at least, until he started to move. Then, it was truly bliss. Back and forth he sawed in and out of me, over and over, agonizing and slow. God. God, please go faster. I wanted so badly for him to just fuck me, to just pound in and out of me until I came, screaming into his ear with ecstasy. But I knew he couldn’t, and so did he. And so I made no complaints as he eased his way along, sliding into me with a shuddering exhale, then gliding almost completely out. My nails dug into his back in a way I didn’t think was possible. He gasped at the sudden pain of it, but I had to do something to keep from crying out.

There, under the covers, we moved like animals, slowly and with great purpose, he plunging into me, me bucking my hips to meet his, our breath mixing as our eyes burned. Another noise from downstairs, the sound of the tea kettle whistling. She was making tea for us, for the three of us, while I fucked her husband in her bed. She knew nothing. She had no idea. She thought we were both still asleep. It would be a surprise, the breakfast she’d prepared. We’d have to act surprised. He picked up speed, unable to control himself. The mattress began to squeak against the box spring. My stomach flipped as sweat poured from my face. In and out, he moved, faster and faster and faster until the mattress was now banging against the headboard, and the headboard against the wall. We couldn’t stop now, we were animals, primal, raging on one another. It had to happen, we’d known it would happen for months now, both of us. I heard her voice, concerned, calling his name from the bottom of the stairs. I heard the gentle creaking as she climbed them. A voice inside me screamed to stop, stop, stop before she came in and saw, but I couldn’t. My body so needed to let his body satisfy me. He must have felt the same, because even though he must have heard her too, he kept going, kept pumping into me. I began to let myself moan aloud. Too late to hide it now, might as well face the consequences. My moans grew louder and louder as her footsteps picked up speed. God, so good…better than I thought it would be. He pounded his hardness into me with abandon now, and I screamed with every thrust. The doorknob turned, I felt myself quake. The door opened so slowly, the heat rose throughout my body. I exploded, screaming his name over and over and over, and looking into her eyes.

My friend. My sweet, kind, pretty friend.