My Wifes Younger Friend

I was 49 years old and been with my wife for nearly 20 years. She’s 42, still gorgeous in that soft, womanly way with nice legs, great D cup tits, the kind of body I still worship daily. A couple of kids, solid marriage, sex maybe once a week that’s more “affectionate” than raw. I always thought I was happy. Then Sarah happened.

Sarah is my wifes friend’s little sister, 24 years old. She’s been around our family since she was a teenager, but the last year or so I started seeing her in a very differnt way. She has a tiny waist, perky C cup breasts that defy gravity, a perfect arse from all her gym and dance stuff, long legs, and that fresh smooth skin that makes her look even younger. She’s always in tight tops and tight leggings that leave nothing to the imagination. My wife treats her like a little sister. But I started seeing her as something else.

It started with texts. My wife would be at work or out somewhere, and Sarah would send me random messages that would slowly turn flirty, or send the occasional selfie at the gym in her workout gear asking if her form looked ok. I'd feel a rush of blood every time. I’d reply casually, but the tension kept building. My wife even mentioned to me once how she thought Sarah really looked up to me as a fatherly figure and how sweet it was. If she only knew what was going through my mind.

The turning point was when my wife had to go on a 10-day work trip. Sarah offered to help out at our place a few nights with school runs and dinners for the kids etc, which my wife appreciated. Nights 1-2 were normal family mode, although before bed she'd wear oversized shirts that barely covered her arse. What I started to notice was the looks she gave me, they lingered.

On night 3, the kids were in bed early. We were on the couch with some wine. She was wearing some tiny sleep shorts and a white tank top, nipples clearly hard. The conversation turned to dating and she complained about guys around her age being terrible in bed, being selfish and quick with no clue what they’re doing. I laughed and said I had been well trained over the years to know what was expected of me. To my surprise, Sarah looked me right in the eyes, bit her lip, and said, “I bet you’d destroy a girl my age.”

I was stunned but also impressed that she had the bravado to just come right out and say that. I hesitated and was immediatley conflicted. I told her we couldn’t, but she stood up, walked towards me, peeled off her top slowly, revealing those perfect young tits and hard nipples. I couldn't stop staring. Then she started pushing her shorts down revealing a beautiful smooth little pussy already glistening. Then, standing there almost naked she said “Just once. No one has to know.”

I lost it. I pulled her into the spare room and onto the couch. We kissed hard, her tongue eager and hungry, my hands all over her young body. I slid my fingers into her on the edge of the couch, two fingers stretching her pussy while she moaned into my mouth and ground against my hand. She was saoking wet. I dropped to my knees in front of her and started devoured her. Her pussy tasted so sweet and fresh, I could feel her clit swell under my tongue. She came fast, her legs shaking as she pulled my hair and moaned “Oh fuck… yes, right there, daddy…”

Straight after she motioned for me to get up, she pushed me back onto the couch, pulled my pants off me, and took my cock in her mouth like like she was hungry for it. Sloppy, taking it deep, almost gagging with her spit running down her chin and looking up at me with those big eyes. It was one of the best blowjobs I’d had in a very long time. I was loving it but I was so eager to fuck her and couldn’t wait. I bent her over the couch, lifted her arse up, and slid into her. I couldn't believe how tight it felt. And wet. Wetter and hotter than I've felt in years. I pushed into her deep and wasnt gentle, grabbing her hips and pulling at her hair. She kept moaning “Your cock feels amazing… fuck me like you mean it.” I lasted longer than I thought I would but I eventually pulled out and came across her arse and back.

We went again later that night, her riding me so I could watch her bounce while she rubbed her clit and cum again. Early the next morning there was a quick fuck in the shower with me pinning her up against the tiles and pounding her while she tried to stay quiet.

The next few days were a blurr. Sneaky fucks in the laundry room, her sucking me off in the garage, even a slightly risky fuck on the kitchen bench the night before my wife came home.

Not long after my wife returned home, Sarah was sending me texts of her naked, fingers deep in her pussy with the message “Still thinking about you.”

A few weeks down the track, everything feels normal(ish). Sarah has been over a couple of times with her sister like usual, all sweet and innocent all while secretly sending me videos of her touching herself in our bathroom. I won't lie, the guilt is there of what I have done, but Sarahs tight body and the adrenaline of fucking my wife’s young friend under our own roof has me wanting more.