Forbidden Pleasures: Cheating Lovers
Mary Chi
Copyright 2012, Mary Chi
Smashwords Edition
Warning: Adult Material…This story contains sexually explicit material. By opening this document and continuing to read, you are stating that you are of legal age to read this story. Every character involved in sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
I shouldn't stare. I couldn't help myself. I knew it was wrong; it was my best friend's guy for damn sake. What kind of friend am I? Shit.
I was in my own relationship, but anytime I was around him I felt electric. I wished I could flip it off and make it stop, but life doesn't work that way. I tried to avoid him, but he was doing everything he could to step into my path.
The sparks were flying, chemistry intense and we both knew it was a dangerous game of flirting. There were strong feelings that we couldn't act on, and if we weren't careful, we just might cross that very boundary. It was so damn wrong, but I couldn't turn off my thoughts, like a damn newsreel that played over and over again....I pictured us naked together, making love.
Steve and Marianne had been a couple for close to 3 years. I'd known him the entire time since Marianne and I had been friends much longer. I didn't feel like a very good friend right now, because all I could think about was her boyfriend. I'm not sure what changed. Maybe I was growing less than satisfied in my own relationship. I think it was boredom. It's not like Chris was doing anything wrong, it's just that every time I was around Steve my heart quickened and I wanted to get naked with him.
The right thing to do was to cut Chris free, but I wasn't ready to do that. It's not like I was going to betray my best friend. Steve was Marianne's guy and she was madly in love with him. It seemed like innocent, playful flirting – it was safe, we were both taken.
My fantasies started to consume more of my time and I was almost out of my skin thinking about him. Every time I made love to my own guy, it was Steve I thought about. I was suddenly wetter, more enthusiastic, and of course Chris thinks he's doing something right because I'm moaning loudly and grinding hard, panting, heavy orgasms – in my mind given to me by Steve.
This would have all stayed in my head if he didn't flirt back, often staring at me, making comments when Marianne left the room. I played right into it; I wanted him – right or wrong. The fire was burning stronger and my body was hungry for his touch.
Chris didn't like Steve, so he rarely hung out with us and double dates didn't exist. With Chris working nights, most of my evenings were free, so I ended up at their house a lot. We'd just hang out and watch movies and talk and laugh. I felt like I was intruding some days, but Marianne always invited me back.
We were in the kitchen grabbing some snacks when she said it, “I think he's finally going to ask. It's been 3 years, and my birthday is coming up.” She grinned holding up her left hand pretending to admire a diamond engagement ring.
I was happy for her, truly I was. She's a good person and I want her to be happy. It's just that I want to fuck her guy too. “Wow, you think?”
“I hope,” she said, “it's been long enough. What's he waiting for, you know?”
Steve held out for one reason – sexual compatibility. He was in love with Marianne, she was sweet and loving, gorgeous, and would make a great wife and mother. There was just one small problem, sex had grown dull, and she wasn't open to experimenting. Would it change if they got married, or would it only get worse?