Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said to her. My loyalty to Jim almost stopped me there, but of course, I continued. “I would love to though…”

I looked at her longingly as she sat next to me on the couch. She looked fucking amazing. Her long blond hair hung down past her shoulders and rested on her breasts.

She had removed the hoodie she had been wearing at the bar and was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt that wasn’t making this decision-making process easy on me. She interrupted my thoughts in a sassy tone.

“Don’t feel guilty.” She put her drink down and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s just say that I have a few ‘get out of jail free’ cards saved up with Jim, and you would be… helping me out.” She paused to look me in the eyes before continuing, “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean by that. Besides, he won’t be home until tomorrow night anyways. Aren’t I your friend too?”

I looked down at her glass; it was still mostly full minus a few sips, so this wasn’t the liquor talking. I knew exactly what she meant with her comments, and I agreed that she deserved to have the same amount of fun as Jim.

I still felt like a bad friend, but I couldn’t resist. I tried not to fantasize about her too much in the past since we are friends, but this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. I put the joint I had in my hand into the nearby ashtray before I leaned in to kiss her.

Things progressed quickly from that point. First, we were kissing, then we were groping and taking our clothes off. When she was shuffling to lay down on her stomach to position her face in my lap, I had one last moment of clarity… a chance to make the right decision and stop this before it went too far, to try and do right by Jim…

By the time I felt her breath on my naked loins, this thought had faded, and it was truly gone by the time her mouth was halfway down my dick.

Her boobs squished against my thigh and my hand closest to her drifted down to grab a firm handful of her butt while her head started to bob up and down in my lap.

Jim had planned to go right to his parent’s house, but he realized when they were about half an hour out of town that he forgot the power sander and some other tools that would be needed for their project the next day, so they were forced to turn back.

All three decided to come up to the apartment to help carry down the tools. When they got to Jim’s floor, they could hear muffled, but still fairly loud sex noises.

“It sounds like your neighbors are having a wild night.”

Jim’s dad sounded a bit intrigued as he laughed.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Poor Janet, how is she supposed to sleep with that racket next door?” Jim’s mother spoke in a sympathetic tone as Jim laughed nervously in agreement as they walked closer to his apartment door.

He was nervous because his neighbor’s parking spot was empty; he was fairly sure they had left town for the weekend.

Heavy breathing, moaning, and the incessant sound of two bodies making vigorous contact were clearly audible now that they were a few steps away from Jim’s door.

As he reached out to the knob, he started speculating on what position they were using… ‘No it couldn’t be’ he told himself, but as he turned the doorknob, he heard a familiar voice.

“Oh, yes! Deeper, daddy, deeper!” Then he heard laughter from another familiar voice. When he opened the door, his fears were realized.

Jim and his parents were greeted with the sight of Janet on her hands and knees on top of a padded coffee table that Jim’s parents had gifted to them two weeks prior.

I was standing on the floor behind her in between her legs with a guilty look on my face. We were both completely naked and positioned parallel to the doorway so we could see the horrified faces of the three onlookers.

Janet’s boobs dangled down and jiggled with the momentum of the last thrust that was interrupted. Her hair was disheveled and there were signs of perspiration on both of us; she gripped the edge of the table tightly with each arm to stabilize herself as I had been enthusiastically thrusting into her.

Jim was speechless as I stood there, still inside his wife, holding her waist and hips.

‘Fuck!’ The word echoed around in my head before any other thoughts kicked in. I should not have done this; I should have left after my first orgasm, and I damn sure should have left after her first orgasm, but neither of us had any inclinations of stopping anytime soon since we thought Jim would be gone all night, so we had kept going.

I had always thought being called ‘daddy’ during sex was a bit weird and silly, and I had told Jim and Janet this once during a discussion over joints and drinks at their apartment.

When Janet first called me that tonight, it was meant as a joke, but I encouraged more of it since it sounded satisfying to my buzzed and high sensibilities.

I could only imagine Jim’s horror at hearing his wife call his best friend ‘daddy’ while being fucked by him. I could tell a million things were going through Jim’s head, but he did not want to get into it in front of his parents. There were a few seconds of awkward silence while everyone locked eyes.

“Jim, I’m sorry. It just happened.” Janet was still bent over as she spoke, which didn’t lend any credibility to her statement. I tried to think of something to say to make this better, but there was no good argument I could make to explain myself.