Fate Had Them (Meet) (Patreon)

This story is the first chapter in a commissioned series that looks at the dynamic between a husband and wife and the husband's best friend. This isn't your typical 'cheating' story though it might start that way. I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 1

Rachel couldn’t stop scolding herself for wearing heels while on a plane. It was about as bad as wearing her slim gray business skirt. The flight was only two hours, but she already felt cramped and tired. She pulled her carry-on behind her, maneuvering through the constant flow of people coming and going and waiting. At just a couple inches less than six foot, she was able to see over a fair amount of people's heads, helping her move through the maze of bodies. Lines stretched from coffee shops and restaurants, making it even harder to move, but somehow she managed.

A few hip shoves were necessary. Some loud clearings of her throat when someone was going too slow or meandering in a way that made it hard to pass. Finally she broke free of the traffic and made her way towards the exit and down to where several taxis were already waiting for disembarking passengers.

Slipping into the nearest one that looked decent, Rachel told the driver the address of the Mandrake Hotel and Suites. Once he’d loaded her bag and pulled onto the road, she let herself relax and pulled out her phone, dialing her husband.

“There’s my girl!” Kevin’s voice was soothing.

“We just landed. I’m on my way to the hotel. Remind me to never wear heels on a plane again. Getting on and off in these things was akin to torture.” She sighed, slipping her heels off for the duration of the drive, and brushing a hand through her silky chestnut hair.

“Will do. When’s the conference starting, anyway?”

“Three. I only have like,” She checked her smartwatch and groaned. “Like thirty minutes once I get checked in. Not nearly enough time. I should have come in last night.”

“Hey, you were the one that wanted a last night together before this four day trip. Not that I’m complaining.” The innuendo in his voice made Rachel chuckle. She’d basically fucked Kevin all day before her flight this morning. Four days away at a conference about product development was not something she was looking forward to. Knowing it would be boring as hell, and at the end of the day she’d be having to go to a hotel room, tired and tense without her husband there to help her relax, was equally painful.

“I guess that’s fair. I made my bed… well, I guess we didn’t make the bed before I left.” She chuckled.

“Nope. You soaked it.” Kevin quipped.

“Oh, shut up. You liked it.” Rachel did her best to stretch her legs as the driver made his way through bustling traffic, twisting her neck slightly and extending her arms, making her blouse stretch against her slender breasts.

“Guilty. So, the first session is at three, then what?” The noise in the background told her he was multitasking, clacking keys and humming hard drives filling the spaces between his words.

“It’s a long orientation, then we get a break. This whole day is gonna be mostly a waste of time. I can feel it.” She pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Well, try to have some fun.”

“I’m gonna be stuck in this hotel the entire time. At least they have a nice pool. I’m definitely hitting it after dinner. And I think they have a spa too.”

“Treat yourself, honey. When you get back home, I’ll give you my own ‘spa’ treatment.” She could almost imagine him wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re ridiculous.” She laughed. “But I love you. I miss you already.”

“You too, baby. Give me a call before you head to bed, okay?”

“Of course. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Rachel hung up and put her phone away into her messenger bag. A few minutes later, the taxi pulled into the parking lot of the Mandrake Hotel and Suites. It was a towering building of old architecture, and a rustic sort of feel like you were walking into a corner of Renaissance Europe. Dark stone. Carved sculptures. Promised luxury.

Her driver came to a stop at the entrance, got out and popped the trunk handing Rachel her bag as she stepped out of the car. She tanked him and headed inside. The floors were marble and her heels clicked loudly as she made her way to the check in desk where a sharply dressed woman with her hair pulled back in a severe bun greeted her with a formal smile.

“Rachel Hollister.” Rachel told the woman and pulled out her ID and credit card, wanting to get the check in taken care of quickly so she could have just a little bit of time to relax in her room.

The woman nodded and started clacking at her computer keys.

“Rach?”

Rachel turned to see who had spoken. “Oh, Harry? What are you doing here?” She smiled wide at seeing her husband’s best friend.

Harry was a well built man with light brown hair and a crooked, charming smile. He wore a casual suit in dark blue with his white button down loose at the neck. With a backpack slung over his shoulder, he looked like he was modeling for a magazine advertisement. If she remembered right, he’d actually done some modeling in college. The man dripped charisma and drew every passing guest moving through the hotel.

He came forward and gave her a quick, tight hug. She was a good deal shorter than him and her face pressed against his chest. The feeling of it, hard and toned made her body respond, heating up and nipples hardening against her more conscious wishes.. “I’ve got a business conference at the convention center. What about you?” He stepped back but was still well within Rachel’s typical social bubble.

“Same. Here at the hotel. You know, the kinda corporate thing where they try to hype us up, tell us everything is great, introduce some overpaid speakers, blah blah blah.” She chuckled, brushing back her hair and sighing. “If attendance weren’t mandatory, I’d skip it and just chill in a nice room.”

Harry chuckled. “Fair. I’d do the same. Unfortunately, I’m a partner, and can't really slip out like some of my employees probably will.”

“Well don’t let them get away with it. And if you’re in charge, I think it’s your obligation to play a little hooky.” She turned from him as the Front Desk Clerk handed her back her cards and the keys to her room.

“How long are you here for?” Harry asked, taking up step next to Rachel as she started for the elevators.

“Three nights. You?” She pressed the button and waited for the doors to open as she turned her attention back to Harry. Being next to him was always a delight.

“Five. Got some other business meetings to take care of while I’m here too. We should grab some dinner, unless that’s a requirement for your conference too?”

Rachel shook her head as the door dinged. “After orientation and the first presentations, we’ve got the rest of the evening to ourselves. So sure, dinner with a handsome man sounds much better than alone or with some of my coworkers who’re just gonna complain.”

“Well you’re welcome to complain to me. I’m all ears.” His laugh was hearty and he gave her a wink. That little gesture didn’t help her bodily response, making the entirety of her body flush.

Rachel always had this issue when being with Harry. He was attractive. Pure and simple. Nice. Successful. Handsome. The sort of man that girls flung themselves at him. Rachel may have been happily married but that didn’t mean she was dead.

They stepped into the elevator, Harry leaned against the wall and pressed the button for the fifth floor. Rachel pressed the button for the seventh.

“Well be careful what you wish for. I love my job but I got a butt load of things I can rag on.” She laughed.

“Join the club. I’m in charge and I have a laundry list of grievances. We can keep each other entertained for a while. Meet me in the hotel’s restaurant around seven? It’s on me so feel free to go big and expensive.” The elevator came to a stop at his floor and he stepped out, quickly turning and holding the doors. “You’ve got my number right?”

Rachel nodded. “Yep.” She pulled out her phone and quickly snapped a photo of Harry standing in the doorway with a curious grin. “And now I have a profile picture for your number.” She winked at him and she could have sworn he blushed.

“Right. Good. Text me when you get out of your meetings. We can meet at the restaurant at seven, but if you get done early maybe we can chill by the pool beforehand.”

Something fluttered inside Rachel’s stomach. She’d spent plenty of time with Harry over the years, usually with her husband present. The amount of times she’d been alone with Harry could have been counted on one hand. So, the prospect of it just being him and her felt… exciting. It was probably just because she was feeling lonely, combine that with the fatigue from her flight and the anxiety of having to go to boring meetings, it was a recipe for that longing fluttering feeling she was having. “Sure. I could use some R&R.”

Harry nodded with that same charming grin. “Great. Well, you should get your cute butt on up to your room and get ready to sit.”

Rachel rolled her eyes and gave Harry a playful shove, making him let go of the doors so they could close.

Once in her room she threw herself on the bed and let herself finally take a slow and relaxing breath. After a few minutes she pulled out her phone, texted her husband that she was checked in and prepared herself for a long day. But at least she had something to look forward to later. Harry was fun and it would be nice to actually have a non-work friend to spend some time with.

…

By four o’clock, Rachel had determined that conventions and conferences were created by corporations and hotels for the sole purpose of siphoning off money from as many people as possible, as well as stamping down your soul and trying to kill you with boredom. It was a conspiracy and she was ready to throw out her entire itinerary for the week.

Unfortunately, she liked her job and wanted to keep it. So she sat through every meeting, took notes that amounted to nothing and engaged in ridiculous team building activities and discussions until finally everyone was let go for the day. There was a company dinner but it wasn’t required, thankfully.

Dragging herself back to her room, she quickly shed her clothes and was tempted to drop her heels in the trash, but settled for the floor. In her underwear, simple cotton panties and bra, she sat on her bed and grabbed her phone pulling up Harry’s number and hitting call, while she started digging through her bag looking for her swimsuit.

“Hey, Rach…oh!”

“Hey, Harry. What?” She turned her attention to her phone, thinking maybe she’d muted herself or hadn’t hit the speaker. Harry’s face filled the screen, eyes wide as she held the phone and in the minimized view of herself saw she was exposing her entire chest with only her bra on. A good amount of smooth skin and pressed cleavage was visible.

“Oh! Holy…” Rachel dropped her phone, covering herself up stupidly as if Harry was actually in the room. The camera fell at an angle that exposed her panties too.

“Rachel?” Harry’s voice was muffled, the phone lying on the floor.

“Sorry!” She called out, scrambling to find a shirt, pulling it on and then reaching back down to pick up her phone. “I… I didn’t mean to hit video chat. Sorry. I’m so sorry!” Her cheeks were blazing and she made sure to keep the phone close to her face, even though she had a shirt on now.

“Uh, no. It’s… it’s fine.” He chuckled nervously. “I mean I’m not gonna complain. Kevin’s a lucky guy.” He grinned.

Rachel groaned and put her face in her hand. “Oh my god I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to flash you. Really.”

Harry was laughing full out now. “It’s fine. Seriously. That’s the most action I’ve gotten since Marcy and I broke up last year.”

“What?” Rachel looked up at the screen, surprised. “No way. Seriously? I’d think a guy like you would be picking them up left and right.” The very idea that Harry hadn’t had a girl in his bed for a year was… well it just seemed impossible. Criminal almost. A little primal part of her brain whispered she could remedy that. She quickly beat that little bundle of brain cells with a metaphorical baseball bat and returned her attention to Harry.

“Yeah well. I’m not some man whore, Rachel. I’m sorta picky. I may play the shrewd and charming business man, but in real life I’m pretty shy so, women throwing themselves at me really isn’t my thing.” Her friend rolled his eyes. 

“Well, just to be clear. I wasn’t throwing myself at you. This was an accidental flashing.”

Harry snorted in laughter. His smile was so wide and it made his face bright. “Yeah. It’s fine. I’ll just consider myself lucky. A little glimpse of heaven.”

Rachel’s cheeks deepened to a crimson. “Okay. No need to flatter. I’ve already agreed to go to dinner with you.”

“Well, never hurts right? I mean if I’m looking to get lucky…”

“Harry Blackwell!” Rachel scolded playfully and started to laugh. “Stop while you’re ahead or I’ll have to call Kevin and tell him how scandalous his best friend is.” But even as she was being playful, something inside…

They laughed together as the sudden embarrassment and tension slipped away. The little butterflies in Rachel's stomach calmed themselves. But the heat between her legs… that was harder to cool. Harry was charming. And in the many years they’d known each other, Harry had always been the man girls gravitated towards. He was a bit of a shy flirt but never the sort to push that charm into what could have easily been a string of one night stands or even continual friends with benefits. Harry could have been swimming in women. But to Kevin and Rachel’s chagrin, Harry was one of those men who was a gentleman. Chaste. Kind.  

It wasn’t that they wanted their friend to be some sort of prowling lion looking for prey. They honestly wanted him to be happy. But considering his track record, he may end up alone because he was shy. A very unfair fate for a man who would easily make a great husband. Successful. Good looking. Kind. Rachel had considered several times trying to set him up with friends, but any attempt on her part to suggest it was always waved off politely.

“Alright. Alright.” Harry took a steadying breath. “I take it you’re done for the day? Or is there some sort of weird meeting requiring you to dress down?”

Rachel snorted. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?” She glared at him through the screen but there wasn’t any real heat behind it. Why did his little flirtations make her so antsy? And damn it her nipples were getting hard! Calm yourself down Rachel. “Yes, I’m done. Was gonna see if you wanted to hit the pool with me for a while before you take me to this fancy dinner you’ve promised.”

“Of course. I can meet you down there in… ten minutes?” He was looking at his watch, walking around his room and tapping a few keys on his laptop. “Yeah. Ten minutes. I’ve gotta finish up this one email and then I can hurry down.”

“Sounds good. I could use a good break. If I get down there before you I may do a few laps if there aren’t too many people.” She was already pulling out the swimsuit she’d brought, a lovely blue one piece, backless and with a gold circle clasp on the front bringing the cups together and leaving an open deep V that would reach to just above her belly button. It was a little scandalous now that she looked at it, but she’d been in a hurry to pack and the thought of a swimsuit had been last minute. At least she hadn't thrown in that string bikini Kevin had gotten her last summer. That would have turned some heads.

“I’ll meet you down there.” Harry smiled, and the screen went dark.

…

The hotel pool was massive, with two hot tubs at the far corners near the deep end. Private cabanas and lounge chairs lined the sides of the pool. There was a combination cabana bar and swim up bar liberally serving drinks to the many patrons lounging around and enjoying the sun.

Rachel walked out, quickly finding two lounge chairs and putting her towel and beach bag on them to reserve them. She slipped off her sandals, texted Harry where she was, and then went to swim laps, working off the excess energy and frustration of having to sit and be bored. And it was only the first day. Three more days of this. She was going to be swimming a lot.

After a dozen or so laps across the pool, Rachel pulled herself out, dripping and aching but feeling much more relaxed. She made her way to where she’d left her things. Harry was there, laying back with his hands folded over his firm stomach, chest exposed and nicely toned and tanned wearing a pair of dark swim trunks. The sight of him made her miss a step and stumble into her seat.

Harry tilted his sunglasses, smirking at her. “You okay? Got the jelly legs from swimming like you were fleeing zombies?”

She snorted, trying to hide her embarrassment and the sudden feeling of her nipples hardening at the sight of his chest. “Might as well be. These meetings are gonna eat my brains.”

Harry’s laughter sent a chill through her, though that might have just been from the water dripping down her back as she wrung out her hair and toweled herself off.

“Been there. Hopefully, they provide plenty of caffeine.”

“Open soda bar. But I’d prefer booze.”

“Well, let me treat you to something. Name it.” He was getting up, muscles stretching and rippling noticeably as he stood, reaching into his backpack and pulling out his phone.

“Sex on the beach.” She blurted. It was the first drink she could think of and immediately regretted it. Or more accurately she was mortified at the image that appeared in her mind, of her and Harry on the beach…

Harry grinned, eyes sparkling. “I mean, that’s pretty forward of you. And I think the nearest beach is like an hour away. Plus, they’re public, so we might get arrested…”

Rachel snapped her towel at him. “Shut it Harry!” She tried to glare but failed.

“Couldn’t resist.” He shrugged, scratching at his neck. Rachel noticed a few women laying around and relaxing in the pool giving Harry cursory glances, appraising him like a piece of art. Or maybe meat. Their eyes definitely lingered on Harry’s abs and ass as he headed towards the bar.

When he returned, Rachel was laying out on her chair, the sun steadily drying her skin with its warmth, her suit still damp and hair pulled back in a messy bun. He handed the drink to her and sat, sipping his own, a rum and coke. “So, meetings were that bad, huh?”

“Shoot me.” She muttered as she relished the sweet tartness of her drink.

“Can’t. Kevin would murder me and I have too many responsibilities to end up in a landfill.”

“Landfill? You think Kevin would dump your body in the trash?” She shifted, turning to look at him, lying on her side.

“Pieces of me.” He lay back, tilting his sunglasses to wink at her with that charming… chillingly attractive grin.

Rachel felt her body heat up. Just the sun, that’s all. It’s a warm afternoon. No clouds. But the warmth between her thighs was new and definitely not from the sun.

“How’s he doing without you anyway? Gonna revert to his bachelor days and hang around in his underwear and watch trash reality shows?” Harry tipped his glass back, ice clinging and condensation dripping, a few drops falling on his glistening chest. 

Averting her eyes, Rachel looked at her own drink. “Nope. I’ve domesticated him quite nicely. Besides, if he hopes to get any when I get home he’s gotta keep the place clean.”

“Then that place is gonna be sparkling. Not a man in the world that wouldn’t scrub every surface and sweep every corner if it meant some time with you. Gonna give him the special treatment if he cleans the bathrooms too?” He was chuckling but the implications of his words made Rachel shiver.

Her cheeks were blazing and she was thankful for the sun and heat that helped cover up her embarrassment and, there was no denying it, arousal.

For a while they sat, enjoying their drinks, chatting about home and work. Their talk was about small things. Simple. Easy. Next to the rigorous exercise Rachel had subjected herself to, talking with Harry allowed her to relax and unwind even though there was a growing tension inside her belly. Every once in a while as they lazed around in the sun, women would approach Harry, saying hi, making some excuse to talk to him like asking for directions or if he was there for the conference or something else. A couple actually had the courage to invite him to have a drink.

It was interesting to watch as Harry was polite and let every single one of the women down, either by showing no interest or just declining their invitation. And every time he would turn back to Rachel and continue their boring conversation about how annoying it was to go grocery shopping with Kevin because he was always getting sucked in to trying ‘limited edition’ foods. She couldn’t count how many different kinds of Oreo’s they had in their pantry that they’d never eaten or only sampled a few of.

They remained at the pool for a couple of hours before Harry suggested they go get ready for dinner.

“Don’t think they will let us into the restaurant in our swimwear.” He laughed, helping Rachel to her feet.

“Shame. You look dashing in your trunks.” Rachel flashed him a smile that was just as dazzling as his and she could have sworn he blushed. And for just a second she thought she noticed a twitch in his trunks.

“You look pretty good yourself…though… Did you know you have a wedgie?”

Rachel looked over her shoulder, but the suit back was modestly covering her cheeks. “What?”

“Uh… I didn’t mean… in the back.” Harry turned, picking up his bag, but that was more of an excuse to look away.

Confused, Rachel looked down and realized that her swimsuit had ridden up between her lips, pulling tightly and squeezing so that the view of her camel toe was something you’d likely to see in a porn magazine. A bit of pubic hair was visible along the hemline of her suit. She froze, wondering how long she’d been flashing everyone, including Harry, so lewdly.

Harry held out her towel, which Rachel quickly grabbed and wrapped around her waist, hiding her embarrassment.

“Guess I’ve flashed you twice today.” Rachel bit her lip as she gathered her things.

“Moon me, and we will have the trifecta for the day.” He smiled, trying to get her to relax, but the words only made her face heat up more. And now she couldn’t ignore the fact that her nipples were hard because he was looking at her, smiling. And the heat between her legs wasn’t just from the friction of her suit rubbing against her. And the image of her pulling her suit down and wiggling her ass at this charming man was sharp and not at all disagreeable.

Together they made their way inside and back to the elevators. “So, meet back here in… what, say an hour? Or do you need longer to get ready?” Harry asked.

Rachel kept her gaze forward, staring at the steel doors as the floors dinged by. “Well, depends. Are you expecting me to be fancy, or reeeeealy fancy?” She could feel the tension. It was as tight as a piano string. Whether Harry felt it too, she couldn’t be sure. But Rachel felt the embarrassment mingling with curiosity and she desperately tried to quash it.

“Show up in a burlap bag for all I care. You’d look good. But, this place is fairly upscale for a hotel so, I don’t know… somewhere in the middle? Did you even bring something like that? I doubt your conference is expecting you to dazzle with a ballroom dress or something.” Harry leaned against the wall, arms folded over that ridiculously good looking chest he had, and smiling that ever present charming smile that kept making her stomach do flips.

“I’ve got something nice. I always bring something for a special occasion. Never know when you might end up with a networking meeting or something and need to look better than just casual business attire.” She answered, brushing back a few stray strands of hair from her face, refusing to look directly at her husband’s friend.

“Always prepared. Were you a Girl Scout?”

“That’s not their motto. And no.” She smiled, rolling her eyes and stepping out of the elevator once the doors opened to her floor. “I’ll see you in an hour. And you’d better be dressed nice too. I’m not having dinner with a slob.”

The doors closed before Harry could reply.

…

Once in her room, Rachel quickly shed her suit and turned on the shower. The sweat and grime of the day made her feel heavy, and stepping into the cool waters of the shower reinvigorated her. She scrubbed and soaped herself up, wanting to look her best for tonight. Though why exactly, she couldn’t say.

She’d had dinner with Harry before. Though usually it was with Kevin by her side and far less formal than this evening would probably be. But that shouldn’t have bothered her. Harry was a good man. Kind. Considerate. As well off as he was with his job, he was always charitable. Hell, one of the biggest green flags was that he was a generous tipper. Every server that they’d ever had when dining with Harry had left with a huge smile on their faces.

Wanting to look nice was understandable. Harry was a good looking man, so why shouldn’t she want to measure up? Especially when all those women kept coming up to him at the pool, while she was laying right next to him. They’d clearly been in conversation, and yet those that sauntered up and tried to pull his attention away didn’t seem to care. Was it because she didn’t look good enough to be with him?

That was absurd. Rachel knew she was attractive. She may not have been as full figured as some of those women, but her assets were plenty perky and smooth. Maybe Harry just had more of a magnetic pull than she gave him credit for. 

So why did it bother her? Was it that she was ignored? Or having Harry’s attention diverted from her made her jealous?

These trips could be boring and lonely. If Kevin could have come, he would have been lounging with her at the pool, but his job was just as demanding as hers and wasn’t about to let him gallivant off with his wife to a nice hotel for a few days. So that left Rachel on her own. And though she had friends at work, they weren’t what she’d call good company. Chatting in the breakroom or at lunch was fine, but spending extended periods of time with them was not appealing. Having Harry here was a stroke of luck. Someone she could be comfortable around and who made her feel at ease, instead of feeling like she was always on the clock.

It was natural then, to feel a bit jealous for his attention. She was lonely. It had barely been a day away from her husband and she was already feeling a little needy. Her therapist said she needed to work on that, being too codependent upon your partner wasn’t healthy in the long run. But these functions were just so draining. With Harry around, it made it more bearable. So why shouldn’t she want to monopolize Harry’s time? Keep his attention? It was normal. Understandable. 

Her thoughts moved sluggishly as she washed her hair, and then, on a whim, decided to trim up her pubic hair. It was a lovely bush of light brown hair, curly but soft to the touch. She kept it well manicured overall, but after flashing her cameltoe at the pool, realized she’d let it get just a little messy. That was unacceptable, especially if she was going to be having dinner with a very attractive man. The obvious thing to do was to keep things nice and well groomed, just in case that gentleman was lucky enough to warrant an invite back to your room.

As she groomed, the memory of Kevin and her making love last night simmered back to the surface and she couldn’t resist touching herself. Fingers slid through her soft folds, feeling the warmth. Remembering her husband behind her, hand in her hair as he thrust bold and powerfully into her, hips slapping her ass, made her groan softly under the warm pulsing waters from the shower. That was their second round that night, wanting to spend as much time together as possible before they’d be separated.

They weren’t often very adventurous in the bedroom, but when these sorts of trips came up, separating them for a few days, it brought out the amorous sides that pushed their typical missionary love making to new heights. She remembered arching back as he pulled her hair, thrusting deeper and deeper, grunting with pleasure as she cried out.

“Fuck me! Oh god fuck me baby please please! Make me remember you all week! Fuck make me throb for you and feel empty while I’m gone.”

Her words spurred him on, ramming deeper, faster. “Yeah fucking take it Rachel. Oh fucking god you’re so tight! Fucking tight little cunt! You want my cum? Huh? You want me to fill this pussy up?”

She was whimpering in need. “Do it! Ohhhhhh please fucking do it!”

Kevin didn’t waste any time thrusting in deep and powerfully, making Rachel cum at the same time as he was shooting his seed inside her. She gushed, juices splashing onto the bed beneath her as their hard and rough lovemaking made her overflow. Their combined fluids mixed and dripped and stained the bed before they collapsed next to the puddle and held each other close.

Rachel thrust her finger inside herself slowly and deeply as she recalled the memory, smiling and sighing at the lingering feelings of her husband and her pleasure. The feeling was so good, sending shivers through her despite the heat of the water.

And then Harry’s face appeared. It wasn’t Kevin pounding her anymore, it was his best friend, balls deep and shooting inside…

Rachel gasped and stopped her fingers, stopping the orgasm that was bubbling up. One hand buried inside herself and the other on the shower wall steadying herself, Rachel took deep breaths. The images had just been a flash. But it had made her pause… she didn’t want to stop, but she knew she should. Masturbating to thoughts of her husband was fine, expected even. But having thoughts of another man?

The thought sent a shiver through her as she finished her shower and stepped out, quickly starting to towel off and walking back into the room to pull out her dress. She needed to clear her head, but wasn’t sure how. She resolved that when she got back to the room after dinner, when she called Kevin, that they would have phone sex. Passionate, dirty, kinky phone sex. She was just wound up, that's all. She needed a release, and she’d give it to herself. All she needed to do was make it through dinner.

…

The hotel restaurant was lauded as a five star destination. The floors were dark marble threaded with golden patterns. Overhead there were crystal chandeliers. The lighting was soft, fitting a subdued mood urging people to speak softly and use their utensils carefully so as not to clink against the glass china as they were served their delicacies.

Rachel’s tan heels clicked sharply as she made her way to the entrance where the maitre d stood at a podium, carefully looking over the names and table placements of the patrons. He was a shortish man with slicked back dark hair and a little mustache. His suit fit him perfectly and he had a kind smile as Rachel stepped up once the patrons in front of her were finally ushered off by their waiter.

“Good evening, ma’am.” His voice was crisp and pleasant.

“Evening. I’m supposed to meet someone, I’m not sure that they’re here yet. Harry Blackwell?” She stood a bit straighter, feeling the elegance of the place and wanting to seem worthy of just standing at its entrance. Her sunflower yellow dress clung tightly to her figure, just enough to tantalize any onlookers but not enough to be scandalous. It hung off her left shoulder, with a gold clasp on her right where the dress fastened. Her hair was done up in a nice bun, not too elegant but just the right amount of messy and classy. She’d done her make up subtly, wanting to look nice but not overdone.

As the maitre d looked at his book, Rachel felt a gentle hand touch her lower back and turned to see Harry at her side flashing that award winning grin. Heat burned along her back and around her hips. Harry was dressed in a trim, dark blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a dark blue tie. His hair was the professionally looking sort of messy that so many men wore these days and it only made him look even more handsome.

Her breath caught for a moment as he towered over her, hand on her back and full bodied presence standing beside her. She could smell his cologne, a mixture of pine and teak.

“Sorry, you got ready faster than I thought. Blackwell, party of two.” He said to the maitre d.

The man nodded and marked something off in his ledger. “Very good, Mr. Blackwell.” He snapped his fingers and a waiter came over in a blink, grabbing two large leather bound menus and leading the way into the maze of tables, motioning for Rachel and Harry to follow.

“Someone cleans up quite nicely.” Rachel said as they walked, noticing all too well that Harry’s hand stayed on her back. It was warm and firm but there was no pressure behind his touch, just a gentle reminder of his presence.

“You really do.” He chuckled.

Rachel smacked his chest with the back of her hand. “Don’t be smart Harry Blackwell. You know very well I was talking about you. Kevin would probably laugh his ass off if he saw you so dolled up.”

Harry rarely dressed so upscale. Usually it was business casual, much like what he’d worn that morning when she’d run into him in the lobby. So seeing him so decked out, even nicer than when he’d dressed in a suit for Kevin and Rachel’s wedding (he was the best man), was really a surprise. Standing next to him, Rachel felt more like a wilting daisy rather than a brilliant sunflower.

“I’m sure he’d get a kick out of it.” He laughed as they came to their table near the windows that looked out onto the hotel gardens. Without a word he went and pulled out a chair for Rachel and then went to his seat across from her, the waiter handing them their menus and rattling off the evenings specials, their newest wines, and mouth watering desserts that would be available should they desire something sweet.

Once the waiter left, they both looked over the various options in a pleasant sort of silence. A candle on the table flickered between them and made Harry’s eyes sparkle. They both glanced at each other on and off as they pursued the menu. Each look somehow ratcheted up the tension between them that seemed to have been building since their time at the pool.

“Would you like some wine to start?” Harry finally asked, putting down the menu and leaning forward, elbows on the table dispelling the elegance of their dinner just a little with his mannerisms.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to put your elbows on the table?” Rachel teased.

“She did. But she’s not here, and I do what I want.” He winked, and they shared a laugh.

“I’d love something red.” She said, putting her menu down as well.

“I know just the thing.” Harry replied, and almost as if he’d been waiting for Harry’s motion, the waiter appeared. “We’re going to have Chateau Mouton Rothschild Pauillac 2020, please.”

The waiter gave a curt nod and vanished again, skilled in the art of being visible only when needed. Rachel raised an eyebrow at Harry. “Since when did you become such a snob about wine?”

He shrugged. “We had a client that’s this big wig wine distributor. When we were trying to get his business I did a crash course on wine.”

“You read one of those dummies books didn’t you?” Rachel leaned forward, elbows on the table to match him.

“Among other books and blogs, yes. I gathered enough info just to sound like I knew what I was talking about. And low and behold, it worked. Three million a year in business from that one client alone.” The look of self satisfaction on his face was enough to make Rachel’s stomach flip and elicited a chuckle.

“Harry, don’t brag. It doesn’t suit you. Besides, I’m already at dinner with you. Unless you’re trying to get into my panties I suggest you stop trying to impress me.”

Harry rolled his eyes but smirked, even though his cheeks were red. “Okay, definitely going to have to tell Kevin that the key to getting into your panties is a little bragging.”

“Kevin knows exactly what it takes to get into my panties.” Rachel quipped, taking a sip of her water that had already been brought to the table as they waited for their wine.

Leaning in, grin widening like a Cheshire cat, Harry gazed at Rachel mischievously. “Oh? Do tell. Or do I need to text him and ask?”

Rachel snorted and nearly spit her water. “Okay. I know you boys have your locker room talk, but please tell me you haven’t discussed his and my sex life.”

“Not exactly. I mean we talk in a sort of, nebulous way. How good it is. Fun. Little tidbits about things we’ve done or enjoyed. By the way… I’d love to see this naughty pumpkin outfit he hinted at.”

Rachel’s eyes nearly bugged out. “Uh… no way. That’s… no. Please… he didn’t give you details did he?” Her cheeks were heating, remembering what she’d done that night with Kevin. It had been out of the norm even for them.

Ever the gentleman, Harry shook his head, his smile warm and friendly. “He only mentioned he enjoyed Halloween last year. Said you were a pumpkin. But I highly doubt you were walking around in one of those blow up costumes as a big round gourd. And considering he talked about getting lots of ‘candy’ that night, I just assumed it was a sexy outfit rather than something you’d go door to door in.”

She was going to kick Kevin in the butt. Literally. He had way too big a mouth when it came to Harry. Friends forever, they talked about everything. And she certainly didn’t begrudge them that sort of report, but she’d assumed that he wouldn’t talk about the intimate details of their marriage. “Okay… so… what else has he said?” She bit her lip, worried about the answer.

“You really wanna know?” The waiter arrived, quickly pouring their wine, letting them both taste it and see if it was to their liking before disappearing again. “I mean, seriously Rach, he didn’t go into any lewd details exactly. Promise. But… well I can safely tell you that he’s always complimenting your body. And if half of what I’ve been told is true… seeing you in all your glory would probably make me bow down and worship. He did say you could be a succubus sometimes, but that was a compliment, not like a critique.”

“He’s so going to get dragged for this. I’m going to make him regret having such loose lips.” Rachel grinned evilly, sipping from her glass.

Harry sighed. “Okay, just… try to leave me out of it. I don’t wanna be blamed for the wounds he’s going to have to lick and how blue his balls are going to be.”

“Oh, so you think I’m gonna deprive him of my seductive ways?” Her eyebrow rose curiously.

“I mean, I’d assume at least for a little while. Ya know. He bragged about the cookies in the cookie jar, makes sense to ban him from getting his grubby little hands on them until he’s learned his lesson.”

Rachel blinked. “Cookies, huh?”

He blushed. “Um… I mean… “

“Are we in highschool Harry Blackwell? Hm? Must we reduce sex to ‘candy’ and ‘cookies’?” She was keeping her face straight, loving how he was squirming under her intense gaze, but also feeling the effect the conversation was having on herself. The feeling of dampness between her thighs was undeniable.

“I… well, what else… I mean would you really want to… me to talk about…”

Rachel leaned forward, keeping her voice low and almost dangerous. “My vagina? My breasts? My ass? Hm? Can my pure friend Harry, ever the polite boy scout, not say these dirty, dirty words in regard to his best friend's wife? Am I such a delicate flower that I would be sullied if you spoke those words? Or…oh heavens to betsy, what if you said pussy? Tits? Or even cunt?” Rachel leaned back, hand on her chest as if she were aghast and offended even as a smile threatened to break her false astonishment.

Harry was now as red as a tomato, holding his wine in front of him unsure what to do as he stared at Rachel, listening to her words. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, took a shaky sip of his wine and pulled at his collar, loosening his tie.

“I’m not a prude, Harry. Though I’m not gonna go around advertising what me and Kevin do in the bedroom. We can talk frankly. I mean, as long as you’re not going to ask something immature like, does the carpet match the drapes?”

He nearly choked.

Rachel laughed loud, drawing looks from the others trying to enjoy their quiet upscale meal.

Glaring at Rachel, whipping his lips because he’d nearly spit his wine, Harry sat back and folded his arms across his chest. “I may just let you buy your own dinner, miss potty mouth.”

“Potty mouth? It’s not like I said, is your pussy hair the same chestnut color as your hair.”

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m regretting inviting you to dinner.”

Snickering, Rachel sat back and sighed, sipping her wine. “Okay. Okay. I’ll stop. But it’s just so fun to make you blush. It’s easy too. And after this boring as fuck day, I need a little entertainment.”

Harry rolled his eyes but smiled. “Fine. Happy to be your entertainment for the evening. But you’re gonna owe me.”

“Just send me the bill, Mr. Blackwell.” They laughed together and finally turned their attention back to the menu.

…

Rachel leaned on her elbows, holding a cup of rich coffee with just a hint of cream. The aroma filled her senses, eyes closed and taking in the quiet of the restaurant. It was late. Most of the other patrons had finished and left long ago leaving just a handful of people scattered about at various tables enjoying their drinks and maybe even a late evening dessert.

They’d been enjoying their time, eating and talking, first about work and then about their lives. Harry was Kevin’s oldest friend and by extension had become Rachel’s friend as well once Kevin had started dating her seriously in college. They clicked immediately, but Harry had that effect on people. There didn’t seem to be a single person that Harry couldn’t charm or get along with. It served him well in his position, moving up in the ranks quickly and bringing in the big bucks that made his investors and employees happy.

With Harry’s charm, most people would have used it to gain a lot of favors, attention of women, who knows what else. But Harry had the unique combination of charm and humility. He never tried to exploit and was always fair to the best of his ability. He was a good man. A rarity in this day and age.

Rachel had spent plenty of time with him over the years but never in such a private and elegant setting. Almost like a date. Kevin hadn’t even taken her out to something this lavish. Not because he couldn’t afford it or because he was lacking in the romance department. He was much more of an experienced person rather than the traditional fancy restaurant dates. When he proposed he’d taken Rachel to dinner on the beach, the tide just barely lapped at their bare feet as they enjoyed a five star meal and champagne. Valentine’s more often than not, he would take her to fairs and festivals. Their anniversary was always a week-long trip to some place exotic and romantic. Kevin was extravagant. Harry was humble.

She loved Kevin’s exuberance for celebration and adventure, but sitting with Harry in the soft light of the restaurant, full and slightly tipsy from the expensive wine, she found herself relaxed and content. There was no adrenaline here. Just peace. With just the hint of romance.

The coffee filled her with warmth, her eyes opened and Harry was there across from her sipping his own drink, a scotch on the rocks, grinning at her. It made her heart flutter. The warmth of the coffee and the alcohol still working its way through her system grew, spreading through her chest and through her limbs and hands and fingers. It lingered in the tips of her fingers, through her nails as she gently tapped them on her mug, watching Harry. His eyes were cast aside, looking off into the restaurant, just watching the world quietly move along without a care.

Something in her felt light. Quiet. She was used to feeling charged. Kevin was a thrill, always giving her something to look forward to and be surprised by. Harry was the other end of the spectrum. She felt rooted, solid, as if she could stay with him and watch the world go by and enjoy the view.

He put his glass down and turned his attention back to Rachel with that award winning smile. “So. It’s getting late. Do you have any early morning meetings or would you like to go back to my suite and we can have a night cap before you’ve gotta turn in and prepare for another long day of fun.”

Rachel smiled and reached out, putting a hand on top of Harry’s. That warm feeling was everywhere. It was in her head and heart and, there was no ignoring it, between her legs. “Yeah. I could stay up a bit longer. Besides, any of the meetings I have in the morning aren’t going to be all that important. I’m willing to bet that most people will be half asleep anyway.” She set down her nearly empty mug.

Scooting back his chair, Harry got up and walked around the table, pulling out Rachel’s chair for her like an old fashioned gentleman. “Well then, let’s make staying up late worth it.” Offering her his arm, she took it and they left the restaurant, heading for the elevators. She leaned against him, closing the small amount of space and pressing her hip to his.

Was he feeling the same heat? The same flutters and tension that she’d been feeling all night? Or was it just her? Just her imagination and the little bit of boredom and loneliness. It was probably the latter. A friendly drink and a good night's sleep was all she needed.

…

“Oh god…” Rachel groaned, moving her hips slowly in shallow circles, feeling Harry’s cock stretching deep inside her. “Fu…ohhh fuck…” She whimpered, hands pressing to his bare chest, his hands on her hips, panting in his own pleasure.

“Rachel…oh my god… fuck…” He grunted, gritting his teeth and looking up at her with a far off lost look, his brain soaked in a haze of arousal.

Her dress was bunched around her waist, chest bare and breasts swaying as she moved. The canary yellow thong she wore was pulled to the side, allowing Harry’s thick condom sheathed cock to slide in and out as she moved herself, guided by his firm hands. His shirt was gone, pants open and pulled down only enough to free his cock. Rachel brushed back her hair, looking down at her long time friend, feeling him throb inside her.

Their night cap had quickly turned into this slow love making, starting with a kiss after their second glass of wine, and then Harry nervously pushing off her dress to reveal her bare breasts, a bra impossible to wear with the over the shoulder dress she’d chosen. She knew it was wrong, but everything inside was on fire. All evening she’d been fighting it. The attraction. The jealousy when other women looked at him when she was the one who wanted Harry’s attention. Well now his eyes were on her, drinking her in and making her blaze with desire.

Harry may not have been a womanizer, but he was smart enough to keep a couple condoms in his wallet. Maybe if he hadn’t, this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe. But when his hands cupped her breasts, delicate and soft, there was no turning back.

They fumbled with Harry’s wallet, pulling out the condom, wrapped in shiny foil. Rachel took it, straddling his lap and carefully ripped it open. The sound echoed in the room, as if signifying something more than thin protective foil was being torn. Carefully taking the little round, slick, condom, Rachel moved off Harry’s lap and down to her knees between his legs.

Their eyes met, Harry looking down at her with wild conflicted desire. Rachel equally worried but also eager. Her hand wrapped around Harry’s cock and began stroking it slowly, getting it firm and ready.

His groans were like a symphony to Rachel’s ears. The sounds of a man eager for her, relishing her touch. She moved forward and wrapped her lips around his tip, sucking it gently to make it even harder and more slick so the condom would roll on easier.

“Rach…oh…oh fuck…” Her lips moved over his sensitive skin, eyes looking up at him as the ruby lipstick she’d word rubbed off a little. For a solid minute she serviced him, up and down steadily taking in more and more until about half his cock in her throat before pulling off, panting softly, her saliva dripping onto his cock.

She brought the condom to his tip and started to roll it over him. Squeezing into the tight package. Harry groaned in frustration at the dulling of his senses and at how good it felt to feel her hands holding him and the slick lube rubbing over him as the latex squeezed. With bated breath, Rachel watched it cover his throbbing member, readying it for the inevitable.

Fully erect and covered, Rachel stood up, dress still bunched around her middle, her breasts and pussy on display. With a gentle push, Harry fell back, legs dangling off the side of the bed. Rachel climbed up, straddling his lap and moving till his cock was pressed against her soft fuzzy mound. She was panting, wholly consumed by her desire. Placing a hand along his length, she lifted herself up and guided him towards her entrance. There were no pleads to wait, to stop. No last minute protests about how this wasn’t right.

Rachel nestled his tip into her valley and slowly lowered herself. His cock vanished in the soft forest of pubic hair and pushed inside her tight hidden tunnel. His thickness spread her, forcing her to go slow at first. It wasn’t that Kevin was small, Harry was just a bit thicker and new. Soon enough, she began to ride slowly and passionately. Her mind was clouded by alcohol and lust. All their little flirtations had built up and up and once they’d applied sufficient amounts of wine, it was a Jenga tower that tumbled.

Rachel began bouncing, gasping with every movement, her ass slapping gently against Harry’s thighs as he held onto her, guiding her and feeling better than he ever had in his entire life. Rachel’s pussy was tight, warm, clinging and gripping him with every stroke.

“Oh fuck Rachel…oh my god.” Harry grunted, feeling his length penetrate into her depths. Her pussy squeezed him tight, a velvety furnace engulfing him and giving him pleasure even through the thin latex of the condom. Cream quickly started frothing around her lips, sticking and making her pubic hair slick and gathering around the base of Harry’s cock.

“Yes… fuck… mmmm like that Harry, there. Do that…” She coached him, hands going to her breasts, pinching and gently twisting her nipples, fondling herself in front of Harry as he started to thrust his hips in time with her own bouncing motions.

She felt him inside, making her walls clench at the new feeling as well as the taboo nature of what they were doing. Somewhere in the back of her endorphin laden brain, she remembered she was married. That Harry was Kevin’s best friend. That this was cheating…

But she didn’t care.

Sex with Kevin was adventurous and intense and wild. She loved it. But what she was doing now was different. All she could feel was that peaceful calm even as Harry’s thrusts became sharper, harder.

Suddenly Harry gripped her hips and rolled. Rachel yelped as he moved her onto her back, legs open around him, his hands gripped hold of her and with that dazzling smile he began to pump hard, deep. Harry grunted, eyes focused as he rammed himself firm and deeply inside.

“OHHHHH GOD!” Rachel whimpered, torn between looking up at Harry’s sweet face and concentrated expression and down to where they were becoming one. Watching as Harry’s cock slipped in and out, firm and fast. Stretching her in new and pleasant ways that made her entire body vibrate with pleasure and need.

He pounded her like that, making her ass bounce on the bed for several minutes before he leaned in and kissed her hard. Their lips and teeth colided, tongues twisting as they made out with his cock balls deep. They groaned together at the pulsing and clinging feeling of their genitals. “Fuck.” Harry groaned. “Rach, oh fuck.”

Rachel rolled and got onto her hands and knees. Harry didn’t need any explanation. Quickly positioning behind her, a quick firm slap to her cheek, Harry thrust himself into her dripping cunt making her cry out. “Yessss. Fuck I’ve always known your ass was amazing.” Taking grip of her bunched dress like they were reigns, Harry began to fuck hard and deep, going slow at first but steadily building up speed until his thighs were slapping against her.

“Yes!” Rachel arched, her breasts swaying beneath her. Turning her head, she watched Harry’s sweat slicked chest, his muscles rippling, the look of utter passion on his face as he was drilling into her pussy, wanting to feel his own pleasure but also give Rachel something too.

Before either of them knew it, their orgasms were rising up, up, up. There was no turning back. Rachel could feel Harry’s muscles tensing and his cock swelling in the condom as he started thrusting more erratically. She reached back, hand on his chest, eyes meeting his. “Harry…” She whimpered. “I…I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum.” He echoed, nodding and a deep growl rising up from his chest. “Cum on my cock, Rachel. Fucking hell, I wanna feel it. Cum for me… fucking cum!”

“Ohhh god Harry, make me cummmm! Cum with me please!” She was panting, eager and lost in the feeling of their bodies coming together, still half clothed.

He started to grunt, ramming harder. “Fu…fuck mmm fuck I’m…oh fucking yes…yes ugggghhhhh! I feel your cunt… so tight Rach, so fucking tight!” His groans filled the room, Rachel’s following as her own orgasm overtook her and her walls began to spasm around his throbbing cock. He filled the condom, like a small balloon swelling inside her as she clamped down.

They both froze. Holding still as their bodies fired off chemicals and signals. Skin tightening. Sweating. Muscles tensing and straining. Blood pounding and hearts racing. The tension in the room, thick with the smell of sweat and sex, began to slowly unravel and they both finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting as if they’d just run a marathon.

Quiet filled the room. The only sounds their labored breathing as they lay next to each other on the bed. Rachel stared up at the ceiling, feeling the after effects of her orgasm still surging through her. Her pussy ached. Harry hadn’t gone at her hard, but he had been firm and deep and stretched her in ways Kevin hadn’t. He wasn’t bigger than Kevin, thicker for sure and slightly curved in comparison to Kevin’s ramrod straight member.

Her hand drifted down along her stomach, along the swell of her mons and between her lips feeling the heat and moisture. The experience compared to Kevin was… different. Not necessarily ‘better’. It was good. Very good. Great even! And she was already longing to do it again… to feel Harry inside her. Their sudden copulation had been spontaneous. Driven by drink and atmosphere. It hadn’t been hurried exactly but when Rachel looked over at the clock she realized they’d only been in the room a half hour.

Her entire life had changed in less than thirty minutes. From first kiss to mind numbing orgasm. It all started to settle on her shoulders… the weight of what she and Harry had just done. And the guilt was sharp but… she also… didn’t feel guilty. How was that possible? How could you feel guilty but also not at the same time?

She rolled onto her side, facing Harry as he lay facing her panting softly, eyes closed. He looked calm, serene. Rachel’s heart fluttered and her stomach flipped. Reaching up she touched his cheek and his eyes fluttered open, his smile brightening his face. Her eyes trailed along his face and down over his chest to his still semi hard cock, the condom full and hanging a bit comically at the tip.

With a smile, Rachel reached down and gently pulled off the condom and dropped it to the side. Harry’s cock was slick with fluids and cum. She began to stroke him. The slick feeling of cum and lube covering her hand making the motion fluid. He was still half hard and her touch made him twitch and groan.

“Fuck.” Harry groaned. It was clear he was still sensitive from just having cum.

Without a word she moved down and took him into her mouth. They hadn’t done oral to start because of the sudden rushed nature of their need, but now Rachel wanted to taste him. To feel his thickness in her mouth just like she’d felt it in her pussy. Hand stroking his shaft, she sucked along the head and first couple inches. She moved slow, sucking and squirling her tongue tasting the sticky left over cum coating his sensitive skin.

Harry lay back moaning softly as Rachel serviced him. Hand on his balls massaging them, getting him hard again. She briefly considered fucking him again, her pussy was still throbbing from the aftereffects of her orgasm. But this time she wanted to feel and taste him. To taste his cum.

Rachel doubled her efforts, stroking his cock harder as such hollowed her cheeks and began sucking, bobbing her head on him.

“Rach… fuck…fuck that’s good…oh god keep doing that…I…I’m gonna…” His hips started to buck and his cock swelled.

She looked up at him, her eyes begging him to cum in her mouth. When Harry met her gaze he erupted, shooting his second load thick and warm into her throat. He tasted bitter and yet sweet. It made Rachel shiver as she swallowed, shifting her gaze back down to his cock as it throbbed in her hand and mouth and then…

And then Rachel saw her wedding ring…

Sitting up, she nearly fell off the bed as she realized what she’d just done. Cum dripped from her lips and a couple last little spurts shot from Harry’s cock onto his stomach. It had all happened so fast that there hadn’t been any time to really consider the consequences. 

She had just cheated on Kevin. Fuck. With his best friend. Double fuck.

Her face fell into her hands, evidence of slick cum and lube and spit, as she started to hyperventilate for a moment. Harry was slow to move, but after a minute catching his breath, he sat up with an effort and touched Rachel’s shoulder, the sudden seizing in her chest vanished and she was able to calm herself.

“We… fucked up didn’t we?” Harry said, panting.

“Yeah… really fucked up.” She muttered into her hands.

For a while they sat there on the edge of the bed, sticky with sweat. Smelling of sex and wine. Rachel felt like crying, but the tears wouldn’t come. She felt horrible for cheating, that wasn’t the sort of person she was. She loved Kevin completely. But something about Harry, about the evening they’d shared… it just felt right. Like it was always leading to this. A foregone conclusion like dessert after a marvelous meal. Only this time the ultimate dessert had been orgasms.

Rachel snorted in a self-depricating laugh and finally moved her face from her hands, planting her chin in her palms and looked over at Harry. “I love Kevin.”

He nodded. “Yeah… I know. And… he’s my best friend…”

They kept each other’s gazes. “I wish I could say I regret this Harry…” Rachel bit her lip. “But… for some reason I don’t. I know you’re not a player, and I know you weren’t trying to get into my panties tonight. You’re a genuinely sweet guy. A gentleman. Honestly… I think I would have preferred it if you were a jerk. A blow hard who thinks with his dick. At least then I could be upset with you for putting moves on me. Instead…” She sighed and fell back on the bed, breasts bouncing. “Instead you were a nice guy and that’s what made me wanna ride you.”

Harry chuckled. “Well… score one for the nice guys I guess.” He stood up, his flaccid cock swinging. “Fuck. Okay, I’m gonna go get cleaned up.” He started shedding clothes making his way to the bathroom.

As soon as the door clicked closed, Rachel heard a buzzing. Sitting back up she scoured the room until she found her clutch. It was vibrating. Her phone. A quick glance at the clock told her it was well past time that she should have called Kevin.

“Fuck!” She dove for her clutch, pulled out her phone and saw Kevin’s face as he was waiting for her to pick up the video chat. Her thumb hovered over the phone icon when she realized she was basically naked. In a flurry, she pulled her dress back up and ran a hand through her hair, straightening it as best she could before finally answering the call and smiling wide at her husband.

“There’s my girl!” He was grinning wide with his wild and irresistible smile.

“Hey, honey. Sorry I didn’t call earlier… I lost track of time.” For a moment Rachel hesitated, wondering what she should tell him. “Uh, I ran into Harry actually. He’s here for work and we saw each other in the lobby. We just got done with dinner.” She bit at her lip, meeting Kevin’s eyes.

“Oh? Really. Small world. Hopefully he treated you to something nice and not just burgers and fries.” Kevin laughed.

“Yeah… he’s been a real gentleman. Treated me to everything fancy the hotel had to offer.”

“Good. If he was gonna cheap out on a date with you I’d have to kick his ass.” He winked.

Rachel blushed. “Nope. Definitely gave me the full date experience.” Fuck! Rachel what the fuck! Are you trying to dig yourself deeper?

“You still with him?” Kevin asked, the camera was shaking slightly as he walked through the house.

“Um…” She looked up. The bathroom door was cracked open, and Harry was peeking out. His eyes met hers as he mouthed ‘Kevin?’ and she gave him a discreet thumbs up. With a nod he closed the bathroom door quietly. “He… no, we just had a drink. I was heading to bed when you called.”

“Well I’m glad I caught you. I’ll catch up with Harry and make sure he treated my wife right. Are you too tired to, maybe…” He paused and grinned. “Have a little cyber fun?”

Rachel nearly bit her tongue. “Oh… I’m sorry baby, I hate turning you down. It’s just been a long day and dinner was so good. I’m stuffed and ready to just pass out.”  That wasn’t a complete lie. However she wasn’t eager to have phone sex with her husband while Harry was hiding in the bathroom. Let alone the thought of possibly showing Kevin her pussy, it was pink from the pounding she’d gotten just a few minutes ago and there was no doubt Kevin would know something was up if he saw.

“It’s okay, babe. I know those first days at a conference can be real energy sucks. Go get some sleep. We can have our fun later. Besides, sometimes waiting is fun.”

She smiled. “Well I won’t keep you waiting too long. I promise.”

“Love you, hon. Have a good night. Tell Harry, hi. Gonna have dinner with him again? No sense in you having to deal with all those working stiffs the whole time you’re there. Take some time out, Harry will show you a good time.”

Again her cheeks flushed. “Yeah… I’m sure he will.” She glanced back up to the bathroom door, still closed. It was impossible to not think about how good it had felt to ride Harry, to feel him inside her. Rachel shook off the memory and looked back to her husband. “Love you, babe. I’ll call you tomorrow okay? And it won’t be so late next time.”

“I’ll hold you to that. Or else I’ll have to punish you.” Another suggestive wink and then an air kiss and the call ended.

Rachel dropped her phone and took a few deep breaths, trying to slow her heart beat.

Harry stepped out of the bathroom a moment later, a towel wrapped around his waist, and came over to help Rachel to her feet. “So…” He muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “Um… listen. I know… we shouldn’t have done this. This was… it was clearly a mistake. I’m not… I would never… especially not to Kevin…” He was stammering and somehow remained charming and attractive while doing it.

“I know Harry.” She put a hand on his arm. God he had nice muscles. “I’m a big girl. We are adults. We both made a choice. You didn’t lead me on or anything, so don’t feel like you did something wrong. I mean… besides what I did wrong. We both did wrong. Uh… it takes two to tango, right?”

His laugh was more like a nervous wheeze. “Yep. Well. Listen. I won’t… I’m not gonna. I won’t say a word. Unless you want to tell Kevin and then I’m in. We can try to explain ourselves. We were a bit tipsy after all.”

Rachel nodded and sighed. “Not tipsy enough to really justify drunk sex. And that… was not drunk sex.”

“Nope.”

They stared at each other, eyes lingering and the tension in the room stretching tighter.

“I… I need to get to bed. Um… let’s just… we will pretend this didn’t happen. Okay?”

Harry nodded.

Gathering her things, Rachel quickly headed for the door.

“Rachel?” She stopped with her hand on the door and looked back at her husband’s best friend.

For a minute he was silent, before taking a deep breath. “Would you… wanna get breakfast tomorrow?”

Rachel was frozen, staring at the man she’d just had sex with. Naked but for a towel. Nicely toned. She knew how his skin felt and how hard his muscles were. She could still feel the after effects of their union, the orgasmic feelings lingering in her blood even as she was growing tired. The weight of that question… of its implications… it wasn’t lost on her. They should just pretend like this never happened. A one time mistake. Everyone was entitled to one mistake, right? And Harry was her friend. It would be strange if she didn’t spend time with him. At least it would be strange to Kevin. How would she explain staying away from him?

Busy. That was the easiest excuse. She was there for a conference and Harry was there on business. It would be perfectly acceptable for them to not ‘have time’ to get together.

That’s what she could tell Kevin. Simple. No suspicion.

“Sure.” She said before her thoughts could catch up with her mouth. “I’d like that.” Not letting her eyes linger on him, she opened the door and slipped out into the hall, heading back to her room and to bed. It was just breakfast. They just needed to get back to normal. To forget this little hiccup and everything would be fine.

…

The next morning was pleasant. Rachel took a shower, though she’d taken one last night after getting back to her room, and got dressed in something casual but business appropriate (dark jeans, blue satin blouse, and short heels). Hair pulled back in a messy yet still classy bun, she went down to the lobby for breakfast.

Harry was waiting at one of the small tables, drinking coffee and flipping through his phone with a concentrated look on his face as if he were actually engaged in what he was reading. For a minute, Rachel stood at the entrance to the dining area and watched him. He wore a dark gray suit jacket, a crisp black button down and dark washed jeans. Casual. And yet he still had that air of authority and self assuredness that Rachel was always impressed by. Kevin had it too, though his energy was much more manic and wild and unpredictable. Harry was the calm while Kevin was the storm.

She walked to the table and slipped into the chair opposite Harry. Putting down his phone, he gave her a nervous grin. “I ordered us a couple omelets. That okay? I remember you like yours with olives and onions. That still right or do I need to not do the whole, man ordering food for a lady thing?”

Rachel couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “That’s perfect. Please tell me I’ll be getting coffee too.”

“It’s self serve. I’ll go get you some. They’ve got a few different blends. Any requests or do you want me to surprise you?” He stood up, eyes still on her.

“Surprise me.” It came out as a soft breath, though she wasn’t sure why her throat was tightening. Why was her heart hammering as if she’d already drank a dozen cups of coffee?

With a nod, Harry walked off and Rachel’s eyes drifted to his ass in his jeans. Her mouth went a little dry and her chest began to heat as well as the area between her thighs.

It took only a couple of minutes for Harry to get her coffee and bring it back, sitting it in front of her along with a couple packets of creamer and sugar for Rachel to realize… She was in trouble.

…

The day was filled with more long meetings and conferences and speeches. All of which went in one ear and out the other for Rachel as she sat and pretended to listen. She’d heard everything that was being said before. It was always the same. Honestly, she was starting to think these conferences were a way for companies to launder money rather than inspire and educate their employees and attract clients.

When she wasn’t pretending to listen, she tried to keep her thoughts focused on anything… anything at all… besides Harry. Harry Blackwell. Somehow the man she’d known for years had suddenly wormed his way into her brain. Thoughts about him were now bubbling up any time she allowed her mind a chance to quiet down. She just couldn’t get him out of her head. And it wasn’t like he was a larger-than-life presence. Just the opposite.

Breakfast that morning had been quiet and pleasant. Their conversation was sparse but still fulfilling. It was eerily domestic. Eating and drinking and just… being.

Combine those feelings with the experience she’d had last night and… Rachel couldn’t figure it out. She didn’t know exactly what she was feeling. Attraction, of course. Sexual and definitely emotional. But it was coming on so quickly. So suddenly. She’d always found Harry attractive. Hell, she’d had a couple of flighty fun fantasies about him from time to time, but she never dwelled on them. It was like looking at a hunky man passing by on the beach. You had a little lustful fantasy, a flash in the pan moment, and then it was gone.

But clearly, last night, that fantasy had become real. And she’d wanted it. Trying to shrug it off as being brought on by the wine and drinks from dinner was impossible. Rachel had been of sound mind when they’d kissed and knew exactly what she was doing move after move.

There was no excuse for this. Writing it off to a lack of ability to think and make sound decisions was just her being in denial.

Rachel kept circling these thoughts, mulling them over and over. Analyzing what she’d done last night and how she’d handled it afterward. How nice breakfast had been and how there had been no tension like she was afraid there would be. They really had acted as if they hadn’t had sex.

But the throbbing between Rachel’s thigh and warmth in her chest told her differently. She’d had a one night stand with her husband’s best friend. This fact opened up a pandora’s box of possibilities, all of them bad. At best, if Kevin found out, she’d end up in marriage counseling. Maybe Kevin could get past her infidelity, but the fact it was with Harry made things even more complicated.

It was probably in her best interest to keep things quiet. Just forget it. Move on. 

That’s what she set her mind to. And she was going to tell Harry that very thing. They had to be on the same page. She knew Harry would be wrecked with guilt about what he’d done to Kevin. So she needed to confront him and assure him that everything would be fine.

All her meetings came to an end for the day and she returned to her room, begging off her coworkers who were asking her to come out with them to a club for drinks and dancing. That was the last thing she wanted to do. Tonight she wanted to just relax and call her husband. Reestablish their connection. Have a little sexy fun over the phone with him and then fall asleep after bringing herself to orgasm.

Once back in her room, she quickly took a shower and then dressed in the simple white thong panties she’d brought and grabbed the hotel robe hanging in the closet, slipped it on and sat on her bed. She took a second to calm herself and get into the proper mindset for phone sex. They hadn’t done this much, not since college when they’d been away from each other for the holidays and summer, so she felt like she was out of practice. But after what she’d done, she was going to redouble her efforts and give Kevin the perfect show.

The phone rang a few times before Kevin answered, clearly sitting in their living room in an old t-shirt and athletic shorts. His eyes widened and smile brightened when he saw her.

“Hey there.” Rachel said with a seductive lilt to her voice. She let the robe slip off her shoulder just a bit, showing her creamy bare skin.

“Well… hey there pretty lady.” Kevin settled back on the couch, holding the phone in front of him.

“Have a good day? Been missing me?” She asked, biting her lip and batting her eyelashes.

“Oh, the day was boring as hell. And yeah, I missed you every minute. I wish I could have come with you. Especially knowing Harry is there. We could have hung out and had some fun. It’s been a while since we’ve all been together.” His eyes were lingering on her exposed skin.

“Oh I’m sure we could have had fun. But I think Harry would get in the way of… what we really want to do.” She panned the camera down just a bit, loosening the robe further to expose just the barest hint of her breasts.

Kevin groaned. “Oh… well, that’s true. Don’t want a third wheel. Though I’m now sure what his thoughts are on watching…”

Rachel scowled playfully. “You’re such a pervert. You want your best friend to watch you fuck your wife?” She chuckled and then her cheeks went red, remembering what she’d done last night… and for a second imagined Kevin watching them. Watching his wife riding his best friend’s cock. It sent a forbidden thrill through her.

They’d never really discussed anything like that. Sure a few little dirty talk fantasies about other people or groups or whatever. But never anyone specific. Especially not someone as close to them as Harry was. And it was never that sort of hotwife/cuckold sort of situation. It was always a tangle of them together. Partners exploring. But because Rachel had slept with Harry last night, while Kevin was unaware and absent, the fantasies she’d had in her head were now twisted slightly. Taboo. Erotic but dangerous.

Kevin was laughing. “I’m sure he’d love the sight of you. Who wouldn’t. But you’re right. I wouldn’t want Harry having to hang out while we rut like rabbits.” His voice was getting a bit deeper and full of lust. “Now… how’s about you slip the rest of that robe off… I’ve got you all to myself tonight…”

Rachel was grinning wide and started to slip the robe off when a knock came at the door.

“Ugh.” Rachel groaned, pulling the robe up. “Sorry honey. It’s probably one of the girls from work. They’ve been trying to get me to go dancing. Can I call you back in a few minutes?”

Kevin pouted, but then nodded with a sweet smile. “Sure honey. Go get rid of your friends and come back to me. I’ll be ready.” With a wink the call ended.

Getting up, Rachel made a quick march to the door and opened it. “Listen, I’m just too tired to go out…” She stopped when she saw Harry standing in the hall with his fist raised to knock again.

For a second Rachel stood stunned and confused. Harry just stood there wearing jeans and a designer t-shirt. Her grip on her robe slipped and it fell open exposing the inner slope of her breasts, the smooth tight stomach and panties that were plastered to her sex that was wet from her arousal. She’d been eager to play with Kevin and it was already showing.

“Oh…uh… hey, so…sorry…” Harry couldn’t stop staring.

Rachel felt the heat of his eyes on her. Remembering it from last night. Not only his eyes but his touch. Burning and firm but feather light. The feeling of him… inside. She was already turned on. Needy. Wanting. She’d been like that all morning… and a lot of it was because of Harry. The man standing in front of her. The man that was looking at her like she was Venus rising up from the sea foam. It made her nipples harden. Her cheeks flush.

The bulge in Harry’s pants grew and it was impossible to hide.

All she had to do was close the door. Tell Harry that she was on the phone with Kevin. Or that she was going to be. Or just to get out. To fuck off. To… to…

Heat blazed in her chest and she reached out, grabbed Harry by his shirt and pulled him into the room, the door shutting behind him as she went onto her toes and kissed him hard and furious.

…

For a second Harry didn’t move. He was frozen in her grip and against her lips. Clearly unsure what to do. How to respond. This wasn’t what he’d been planning on. He’d only wanted to come and have a quick talk with Rachel, to clear the air about last night. But now… his brain quickly fogged over with lust and he wrapped his arms around her, grabbed hold of her ass over the robe and lifted her up.

Memories of last night were sharp and potent. Thrusting into Rachel, feeling her tight walls and soft skin, burning against his. He knew it was wrong. Kevin was his best friend and he never wanted to do anything that would hurt him. But there had been no stopping themselves last night. Her lips had been so full and tasted like wine. Her breath was intoxicating. And then he’d felt her breasts. Saw it. And when she’d slid the condom on him he knew this was going to change his life.

That whole time he was in heaven. But he knew heaven could be even sweeter. The feeling of her bare skin on his pushed the fantasy that was already a reality further. Being inside her bare. It was all so wrong. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Harry and Rachel knew better. Harry especially knew better. This was his friend’s wife. But the feeling of her on top of him was irresistible. And when she’d put her mouth on him, he knew he was lost. Lost to the desire. It was inside, a fire that would never be quenched.

He tried. He really did. Taking Rachel to breakfast had been his attempt to bring things back to normal. To a the status quo. But it had only served to make him fall deeper and deeper in lust with Rachel. But he knew it was more than that. He knew Rachel. She was amazing. Kevin was a blessed guy to have a wife like her. Smart, capable, witty, sexy. She had it all. And Kevin had all of her.

But now Harry had a part of her. What had been Kevin’s only, was now something that he’d had… and now he was going to have again. He should stop it. He knew he should. But his hands went to her ass, squeezed hard as he brought her to the bed. Quickly pulling off his shirt and thrusting open Rachel’s robe, Harry attacked her breasts with his mouth.

“Fu…oh fuck…” Rachel groaned, all logic and sense and sensibility was thrown out the window for the both of them. Rachel started pulling Harry’s pants down, reaching into his boxers and grasping onto his length. It was hot. Hard. Dripping with precum.

“C…condom…” She muttered between his mauling mouth on her breasts and neck.

Harry fumbled, hands in his pockets pulling out his wallet, cards fell out and it dropped to the floor with the condom barely held between his fingers. He usually carried a couple, and had used one of the typical two last night. The idea that he may have to go and buy more… oh god, was he really thinking that this was going to happen again?

“Ar…are you…su…” Harry was still trying to be the gentleman. The good guy. Rachel didn’t seem to be able to resist or protest, in fact, the look in her eyes was begging Harry to fuck her. Between the both of them, Harry seemed to be the one at least trying to do the right thing. But he wasn’t going to stop, not unless Rachel told him to. This was her call. That little stutter and his fumbling were Harry’s attempt to give her the opportunity to make the choice.

Their eyes met. Harry’s mouth over her erect nipple, red from his lips and teeth. Breaths came in labored, heavy with desire and nerves. Finally, in answer, Rachel spread her legs wider, hand sliding down between them to her panties and pulled them aside. Her sex was warm, pink, and slick, her pubic hair curly, soft and matted with her juices.

Harry’s eyes slipped down and stared, his breath hitching in his throat. His heart was pounding, thundering like a freight train.

The next minutes passed in a haze. Harry’s pants and briefs got pushed down. Rachel rolled the condom over his stiffness. Their mouths found each other. His cock slid inside, through the lovely trimmed forest of her bush and deep into her tunnel. Rachel gasped, hot breath mingling with his as their tongues twisted. It was slow, firm, gentle. In and out. Her walls clung to him as he moved.

His mouth moved over her jaw. Her neck. Chin. Cheeks. Their lips pressed tight. Every thrust elicited a gasp from her. A whimper. The fullness of him entering deep. Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as closely as she could. Harry felt her, all of her. Nails on his back and in his hair as she kept him close. His cock thrusting in deep over and over, balls slapping her amazingly beautiful ass. As good as it felt, he longed for it to be raw. He’d never really cared all that much when he’d been with other women. Condoms were fine. But with Rachel… it seemed wrong. Like they were depriving themselves of something that was meant to be.

“Uh…uh…mmmmm fuck…fuck…god fuck…” She whimpered. The only thing Harry could manage were deep grunts and groans as they made love.

Because it wasn’t fucking. It was love.

They were close. Tight. His cock thrusts deeper and rhythmic.

Her body responded, taking him in. An orgasm, like a warm blanket, draped over her. “Ohhh gooooood.” She moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. Her mouth sucked against his neck and found his mouth. 

“Rachel…” He gasped, lips kissing all over her, taking in every inch of skin.

They came together. Her orgasm squeezed him tight, sending him over the edge as he pumped harder, faster.

“I’m cumming. Fuck…oh fuck.” Harry groaned and they kissed harder. Her teeth bit down on his lip. The feeling of his jetting cum filling the condom was disappointing. He wanted it shooting into Rachel. Filling her. The desire to feel her around him and both of them becoming a mess with their fluids made his orgasm all the more intense.

Holding onto each other tight, they eventually collapsed, every nerve ending on fire. She held onto Harry, the feeling of him inside her still sending echoes of her orgasm through her. The sound of Rachel’s phone buzzing broke the lingering spell. Harry rolled off of her, suddenly aware again of what they had just done. The line they had crossed for a second time. 

Rachel hurriedly pulled her robe on and grabbed her phone, hesitating as she looked back at Harry who was laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling, still panting, trying to come to terms with the kind of man he’d become. The sort of person that fucked his friend’s wife.

The phone continued to buzz. Kevin’s face showing on the screen waiting for Rachel to pick up. Thinking fast, Rachel rushed to the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the shower.

Harry looked over at the bathroom, listening as Rachel answered the call. How were they going to deal with this?

He didn’t have an answer, and wasn’t sure there was one that would turn out well for everyone.

…

Rachel told Kevin that she’d gotten into a discussion with her coworkers, and then after, wanted to take a shower. Never mind that she’d already taken one before she called him the first time, but he didn’t know that.

It provided a good cover and a perfect opportunity to continue their play time. She set the camera up on the vanity, pointing towards the shower. Then stood under the warm water, touching herself. Letting the spray fall over her, all along her body, dripping over her nipples and down her sex. It helped hide the puffiness from Harry’s attention earlier. She rubbed herself, lifting a leg up and thrusting her wedding ring finger inside herself in clear view of the camera so that Kevin could watch.

On her husband’s end, Rachel could tell he was masturbating. Stroking himself hard and fast watching his wife.

Once they’d both gotten off, Rachel quickly wrapped up the call and told Kevin she loved him and was looking forward to getting home.

All true things.

When she hung up, she slumped down onto the side of the tub and tried to catch her breath. A knock at the door made her jump and almost fell backwards into the tub. Harry peeked in when he heard Rachel yelp. “Are… are you okay?” He asked.

It was almost comical how shy he was being, trying to keep his eyes up and away from her nudity, considering he’d already had her naked on the bed and been balls deep inside her not a half hour ago.

“I… yeah, fine. I was just on the phone with Kevin.” She answered, getting up and wrapping herself in a towel.

“Right… yeah, makes sense. It’s kinda late. He doing okay without you?”

The idea of talking about her husband so casually, with the man she’d just had sex with… what was happening to her life?

“Um… he’s managing.” She blushed.

“Right. I’m sure he misses you.” Harry took a step back, the door opening further. They stood facing each other. Harry had put his clothes back on, though a bit wrinkled now.

They stared at each other. Sparks. Tension. Guilt. It all stretched before them. 

“So… Now what do we do?” The question hung in the air, and Rachel didn’t know where to begin.

To be continued…