I Fucked My Friend's Wife Thanks To Blackberries!

Hey, I’m Jake, 35, living in Denver with a great wife and a cozy home. Life’s pretty sweet, except for this one thing—sex. My wife and I have tried everything, but I still feel like something’s missing. It’s not about wanting more; I just crave something different. Every woman I see sparks wild thoughts, and yeah, sometimes I handle it myself or just daydream. In my head, those women are all in, ready to fulfill every fantasy. The worst part? I can’t stop noticing my friends’ wives. Especially Sarah, my buddy’s wife and our close family friend. Man, she’s got me hooked in a way that’s hard to shake.

We’ve spent so much time together as families, and it’s only tightened our bond. Whether I’m with my wife or, uh, taking care of business solo, Sarah’s always the star of the show. I’m not in love with her, though—I wouldn’t trade my life or my wife for anything. But Sarah? I want to experience her, to feel that spark. I can tell she likes me too. When we’re together, her eyes linger on me, though she’s always classy about it. Sometimes I talk myself down, like, “Jake, you’re being dumb. Imagine getting caught with Sarah. You’d lose everything, have to leave town!” Logic keeps me in check, but the second I see her again, those feelings come rushing back.

Years went by like this, and I’d pretty much given up on anything happening. Then, out of nowhere, it did. It was a Tuesday, around 11 a.m., when my phone rang. It was Sarah, asking for my wife. “She’s not here, but I can help,” I said. Turns out, Sarah had gone for a walk, enjoying the sunny day, and reached for some blackberries by the roadside. She slipped, twisted her ankle, and since we lived nearby, she thought of us. “Stay put, I’m coming!” I said, jumping in the car.

When I got there, poor Sarah was sitting on a rock, wincing in pain. “You okay?” I asked, opening the back door of my car and helping her into the seat. I slid the front seat forward so she could stretch out. Her ankle was a bit swollen, so I knelt by her side to check it. After rubbing it gently for a few minutes, she seemed to feel better. Trying to lighten the mood, I grinned and said, “If I kiss it, it’ll be good as new!” I planted a quick kiss on her ankle, and she laughed softly.

I’d never been this close to her before. My feelings for her hit me like a freight train. If something was gonna happen, this was the moment. I leaned in again, kissing her ankle, but this time I didn’t pull away. Slowly, I moved upward, inch by inch. Her summer dress—colorful, flowy—made it easy and looked damn good on her. Sarah caught on quick. “Whoa, what are you doing?” she said, but there was no real stop in her voice, more like she was curious. I played it bold, kissing higher, past her knee. Her hands grabbed my head, half-pushing, but I could tell she was giving in. Soon, her fingers were running through my hair.

I reached the inside of her thigh, kissing skin I’d only dreamed about. Those legs I’d admired in jeans were now bare, and I was in heaven. When I lifted her dress and saw her through her panties, I almost pinched myself to check if I was dreaming. Sarah’s curves were perfect, and that sight drove me wild. I slid her panties aside and dove in, savoring every second. Her scent, her taste—it was everything I’d waited years for. She was mine in that moment, and I was lost in her. Sarah’s hands pressed my head closer as she let go, her body trembling with pleasure.

I was on fire, ready to take it further. I dropped my pants, pulled her panties off, and teased, “How’d you get this perfect? What’s the secret?” She laughed, “Plenty of love!” Grinning, I said, “Well, let’s feed it then,” and slid into her. We both let out a deep, “Ohhh.” It was like finding home after years of wandering. I moved slow at first, then harder, the car’s back seat giving us just enough room. Sarah’s legs rested in my arms, and I had total control, driving her to the edge. She was already lost in it, eyes half-closed, like she might pass out from bliss.

I pulled back, teasing her with shallow thrusts, playing with her. She was desperate for more, pushing toward me, legs spreading wider. When she moved just right, I thrust deep, and we both lost it, hitting that peak together with a shout. We were sweaty, breathless, like we’d just run a marathon.

When we caught our breath, I asked, “You good?” She nodded, her face glowing in a way I’ll never forget. Was it wrong? Maybe. But it was incredible, and that’s all I know. Will it happen again? I’m not sure, but we probably shouldn’t push our luck.