It had been a long, busy day. The BBQ had been a success and everyone, apart from Peter, had come. Just as well really, I never really liked him. He always seemed a bit arrogant but he was James’ best man at our wedding, so surely he can’t be all bad. Mind you, getting blind drunk, knocking over the cake, and calling my mother a “piece of milf ass” wasn’t the best thing to do at any wedding, let alone mine. Fiona, Peter’s long suffering wife had turned up expressing her deepest apologies for Pete’s absence, but that was pretty much OK with me. Fiona and I had been friends since my wedding and we’ve always gotten along. She’s nice. Anyway, James was turning the last of the sausages over as the sun was just beginning to drop behind the houses. It was still warm though, and the laughter and bustle of the other guests made for a surprisingly relaxing background noise.

“Who wants sausage!” James asked loudly. “I’ll take some of your sausage” Fiona replied, much to everyone’s amusement and laughter.

“Here you go, right between your buns” James said, playfully. Everyone was chucking with the obvious innuendo, and so was I. Fiona was always quite flirtatious and James knew it, so he’d always play along. Fiona said to me that I’d struck gold with James, and I always knew she fancied him a little, and that’s not really surprising knowing what Peter’s like. James and Fiona were always funny to watch though.

“Do you want some sauce on that?” James asked.

“Do you have any mayo?” Fiona enquired. I knew where this was going so I decided to let them play and I went indoors for a glass of water. The wine had been flowing all afternoon and I was feeling a little ‘loose’.

The water was cold and felt just right. Then there was a knock at the door. I opened it. It was Peter.

“Sorry I’m late. Work. Had some asshole fuck up my day. You look good. Bought a bottle. Need a piss. Where’s the party?”

He handed me a warm bottle of prosecco and just walked in. “Er, hi Peter” I said. He walked right past me and ran up the stairs towards the toilet. I wasn’t very happy. I’d gone from happy to angry in the space of 20 seconds. This is why I don’t like Peter. Then all the issues he caused on my wedding day came flooding back and I went from angry to bloody angry in 3 seconds. Then I looked down and saw he’d somehow trampled mud (god knows where from as we’d not had rain in nearly two weeks) up the stairs. Now I was fuming. I decided that enough was enough so I ran upstairs after him.

To my surprise he was standing on the landing. He was looking right at me.

“Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to barge in like that?” I said loudly. He smiled.

“Are you listening to me?” I asked angrily. His smile grew.

“What are you smiling at?”

“You” he said softly. “You”.

“What?” I asked? He walked towards me. “What are you doing?” He kept walking. I was slightly frightened as I’d never seen him like this. I’d never seem that look in his eyes before and it unsettled me a little. “Are you listening to me?” I asked.

He was now standing right in front of me. I was still fuming and my heart was pounding in my chest. I was almost shaking with rage and I was just about to scream at him when his hands came up and he brushed my hair away from my neck, pushed his fingers gently into the hairline just behind my ears and he leaned in and kissed me. I’m in total shock. My natural instinct is to push him away but I just can’t move. He kisses me again and to my surprise my lips open a little. I feel his tongue brush against my lips. My lips open slightly more and my tongue pushes forward to touch his. What is happening? Our tongues were now dancing around each other’s and I’m very much aware that this is so wrong. But why am I still here? Why haven’t I raised knee and sent him to his knees? These questions are dancing around in my head but my god he could kiss. I can feel his kiss in a knot in my stomach and my anger is now just lust. He pushes his tongue deep into my mouth and it feels so good. His breathing is heavy, and so is mine. I’m pushing my mouth into his now and our tongues are flicking and teasing like they’ve got a mind of their own.

He pulls away. I reach in to kiss him because his tongue is so soft but he puts a finger up to my lips and quietly whispers “shhh”. His finger slowly tracks down my chin and under my chin, down to the nape of my neck, down further, between my breasts. He then runs his finger back up and across and brushed his hand across my now very firm nipples. I’m very much aware that I am breathing very deeply now, and I’m also very much aware that this is all so wrong. Very wrong.

He puts both hands on my shoulders and he turns me around. I can see out into my garden and I see James and Fiona still playing the flirting game, and I see all the other guests milling around laughing and joking, and I feel Peter’s hands running down my front, across my breasts and down to my hips. He pulls me into him and I can feel his erection through his trousers as it’s pushed into my bum. One hand reaches up and moves the hair away from my neck and I feel the warm breath of his mouth as it comes closer to me. I can hear each exhale and inhale and it makes my hair stand on end. His left hand is gently pinching my left nipple and his right hand is on my shoulder and I feel his lips touch my neck. My skin is so sensitive and it feels like I’m about to explode. I watch lovingly as James is still laughing and joking with our guests, so I close my eyes and lose myself.

His kissing, biting, and teasing is so good. He obviously knows what he’s doing. I reach around behind me with my right hand and I grip his hip and pull him into me harder. Why am I doing this? I don’t even like him. I feel like I’m torn between a rock and a hard place because I love my husband and if I was going to have an affair it most certainly wouldn’t be with Peter. But his lips are so soft, his tongue is so skilled, and when I hear him let out a slight but very deep moan as I feel his cock rub up the inside of his trousers it destroys the slight sliver of resistance I have left. I have to have his hard cock inside me. Now.

I turn around to face him. Our eyes are looking deep into each other’s and he smiles. I smile back and he starts to say something. I put my finger across his lips, whisper “shhh” and I put my hands on his chest, gently but firmly pushing him into my bedroom. My matrimonial bedroom. I push him until his calves are against the bed and I push again so he falls onto the bed. I can’t believe what’s happening but I’m so fucking horny that I don’t care. I can see the bulge in his trousers and I want to see more. Leaning over my hands are on his knees and I run my palms up his thighs towards his cock. His thighs are tense and I can feel the hidden strength in them. I move my hands up and undo the waist button on his jeans. He has a button fly, which I’ve always found rather sexy for some reason. Each button gives a little bit of resistance as I undo then with a satisfactory ‘pop’. With each pop I can feel his hard cock twitching and pulsing, straining to get out.