I Crossed A Line With My Wife's Best Friend

It started with a glass of wine at her birthday party. Karen is my wife Sarah’s best friend since college. We were all close for years, but over time, we drifted apart. Last weekend, they pulled me into their little circle again, and I was happy to reconnect. Karen’s house felt warm and familiar, the way it always did back in those days. The party was low-key; just us three talking about old times and laughing at the kids running around outside. We stayed up late drinking wine and reminiscing until Karen mentioned how much she missed us both being close again. I thought about how busy life had gotten. One thing led to another, we ended up on her couch talking about more than just catching up. The drinks were gone by then, and I found myself alone with her in a room full of memories. She leaned in close, asking if I still wanted the same things from sex that I did back when Sarah and Karen first met. Karen’s eyes told me she was open to anything I suggested. I wanted it all, just like old times, but more. So, I kissed her neck, hands going down to her thighs under the skirt of her dress, slipping inside until I found her wet and waiting for me. Her breathing got quick, chest rising with each touch. She whispered my name as I slid in deep, filling her up just like back then but this time with no strings attached. We moved together, bodies slick from sweat, every moan louder than the last echoing around us until there was nothing left to hold back anymore.