My Best Friend’s Fiancé Took Me From Behind

It started as a typical girls' night—or so I thought. It was a few weeks before my best friend's wedding, and we'd gathered for a night of drinking and celebration. Her fiancé, Mark, was supposed to be out with the groomsmen, but fate had other plans.

As the evening progressed and we moved to the bride-to-be's house, the wine continued flowing, and Mark unexpectedly walked into the room. His eyes immediately found mine, and with a subtle smirk, he excused himself from the group. I felt a flutter in my stomach as he approached me.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, slightly concerned about his unexpected appearance.

"Hmm, yes, everything's perfect," he replied, his eyes drifting down to my lips. "I just wanted to talk to you alone for a moment."

I followed him to the balcony, the night air cooling our heated faces. The stars shone brightly above us, creating a romantic ambiance. Mark leaned against the railing, and I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you tonight," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I've wanted to tell you something for a while now."

My heart began to race. I had an idea where this conversation might lead, especially with the way he was looking at me.

"I know this is probably inappropriate, and I could lose everything if anyone found out," he continued, his voice lowering. "But I can't keep this secret any longer. I've always wanted you. From the moment I met you, I knew you were special."

I felt a mix of emotions—excited, flattered, and terrified. Mark was my best friend's fiancé, and this was utterly forbidden territory. But the alcohol, combined with his intense gaze, seemed to override my better judgment.

"This is so wrong…But I can’t help but feel the same way," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. 

With that, Mark's eyes flared with victory, and he pulled me close, kissing me deeply. His hands slid down my body, grabbing my ass and lifting me against him. I could feel his hardness pressing into my stomach, and it ignited a fire within me.

He broke the kiss, and his eyes bore into mine as he said, "I want to make you feel good. Let me show you how much I've thought about this."

He led me back inside, his hands never leaving my body, and sat me on the edge of the kitchen counter. The coolness of the granite contrasted with the heat of our desire. Mark produced a small bottle of lubricant from his pocket, and my excitement grew at his obvious preparation.

"I want you to relax and enjoy this," he said, his voice low and full of promise. "I'm going to make it slow and sensual. Trust me."

He began by massaging the lube into my lower back, his fingers expertly working the tension from my muscles. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensation, while his other hand gently caressed my throat, my chest, and my breasts. Mark then gently parted my legs and blew a cool stream of air onto my soaked panties. I shivered in anticipation.

Using both hands, he slowly lowered my pants and panties, revealing my bare ass. I felt his hot breath on my skin, and then the tip of his tongue made slow circles around my navel. As his lips wrapped around my clitoris, I moaned loudly, encouraging him to continue. Mark's skilled fingers found my entrance, and he slowly stretched me, applying more lube as he went.

"You're so wet, so ready for me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I can't wait any longer."

He stood up and guided his hardening cock to my entrance. With a steady hand, he pushed forward, filling me completely. I gasped at the stretch and the intensity of the pleasure that shot through me. Mark began a slow, deliberate pace, his hands on my hips to steady me. The counter provided just enough height for him to plunge deeply with each stroke.

As he continued his rhythmic motion, Mark whispered dirty, encouraging words into my ear. Telling me how much he wanted me, how he'd imagined this moment, and how he was going to make me cum like never before. The pleasure built with each thrust, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"You're so tight, baby," he groaned. "I could lose myself in you forever."

Those words sent me soaring over the precipice. I gripped the edges of the counter as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me. Mark didn't stop, continuing his deep, purposeful strokes as I came down from my peak.

He pulled out suddenly and turned me around. Before I could process what was happening, I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me to bend over the counter. Mark re-entered me from behind, his pace more urgent now and his groans more pronounced. The change in position brought a new dimension of pleasure, and I felt an intense pressure building within me.

As Mark pounded into me, the sound of our flesh slapping filled the room. He reached around and massaged my clitoris, and that sent me hurtling towards another orgasm. With a final cry of release, I came hard, and Mark followed soon after, flooding me with his warmth.

He collapsed beside me, bringing me close for a passionate kiss. Our breath was heavy, and our hearts raced from the intensity of our secret tryst.

"That was incredible," he whispered. "But we need to be careful. Someone could have heard."

I nodded, still catching my breath, aware of the danger and excitement of our situation. Mark wiped the excess lube and my juices from my skin, cleaning me up tenderly. He whispered reassuring words, promising to make our night together a regular occurrence.

As we parted ways, back to our respective lives, I knew that our forbidden encounter would change everything. I was now intimately acquainted with the thrill of the forbidden, and Mark's confession had unlocked a newfound confidence within me. Our secret was a powerful bond that ignited a fiery passion neither of us had experienced before.