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Ben stared out of the window of his country cabin, too distracted to be in any way productive with work because she was coming. He heard a car drive the road close by but it didn't slow so it wasn't them, he still had time to panic.
'God, why am I nervous?' he thought. He haven't seen his best friend in person for over a year but there was nothing to be anxious about. He opened his e-mails, scanning for anything quick and easy to do but finding nothing to keep his mind preoccupied so he just closed the laptop and gave up.
The last time he saw Matt and Natalie was their wedding in February the year before. They had a small wedding, she was stunning of course and Ben was there every step of the way as best man. He'd done his duty and kept the groom alive on the stag do in Brussels, made damn sure he wrote his vows before the day of the wedding and picked up the rings, guarding them until they blissfully put them on each other's fingers. And when the wedding was over, he got drunk. He flirted with the bridesmaids, bought the father of the bride more than one tequila shot even though he couldn't remember how many exactly. Kissing Natalie wasn't on the agenda though.
His phone started to vibrate and dragged his mind back to the present. It was Matt.
"Hi mate, you all good?"
There was a pause before a feminine voice said "Um, hi Ben, it's Natalie. Matty's driving but thinks we might be lost? We've just passed a Dobbies and McDonald's, does that sound right?"
Fuck, her voice was silky smooth, was it always that sweet?
"Yeah, that's right, keep on that road for about 10 minutes then you'll see signs for the village. And take it easy, this April rain isn't going to be letting up and sometimes the roads can get muddy."
"Okay, thanks, that's a relief. I'm still shocked you moved out of the city but can't wait to see the place! Won't be long."
The call ended before he could say anything else. That was definitely the first time they'd spoken since the kiss. He had been in the garden of the hotel on his own during their wedding reception, overlooking a duck pond. Mostly he just needed away from the noise for a break, and the cool crisp air was even keeping the smokers inside.
Ben had heard her giggle behind him and turned around just in time to see her struggle down some steps in her gown to get to the side of the pond. She was so beautiful and the tipsy smile she had plastered on her face was worth all the stress of planning this thing. A mixture of euphoria and relief was driving her to keep going but her eyes were tired after the chaos. She stood beside me, and gestured for me to keep quiet, then she reached into a little paper bag I hadn't noticed her holding and she emptied dry bird food pellets into her hand and scattered them around. All of a sudden, ducks sensed food and came rushing towards her, swallowing the food greedily.
Her laugh was so contagious, Ben couldn't help but smile with her. After a few minutes of feeding, the ducks were a little happier and returned to the pond when the bag had been emptied.
"I came out to thank you for your help today, we couldn't have done this without your support."
"I'm glad to have been there, you guys are like family."
She smiled but shivered, her strapped dress not giving much protection against the cold night air. Instinctively he shrugged his jacket off and swiftly put it over her shoulders, tucking her in. They stood so close, her perfume was faded but he caught a subtle smell, the sweetness of vanilla, and then somehow bahis firmaları after that they were kissing. Not just a peck, her hands gripped his arms, massaged them and a satisfied moan escaped her. His hands had run over her back, holding her in place as their tongues danced together.
Ben's cock grew hard in his trousers and he kept his grip strong on her, supporting her as she leaned in. Mid-kiss, she jerked away and gasped, her soft tongue dragged so suddenly from his mouth, and he had heard someone calling her name from the building. The darkness had taken over the dusk, so it's not likely we would have been seen but his heart had raced and he was paralysed as she ran back to her wedding party without looking back.
The rest of the night had been a bit of a blur, and then COVID hit right after their honeymoon, so communication was kept to WhatsApp messages, and the kiss was never mentioned. But now she was coming here, and Ben had no idea if she remembered. They were both drunk, exhausted. It didn't mean anything, did it?
He didn't have time to pontificate more, because their car pulled up in my drive for a visit now restrictions were lifted. This was going to be a long weekend.
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"Mate!" Matt exclaimed after polishing off his fourth glass of wine since dinner ended, "I fucking love this place. It's got trees, man, and so much space! Jeeze all you have to do is get a home gym and you'd never miss the city!"
Dinner had gone well, there had been laughter, stories swapped, and seemingly no awkwardness. Natalie's hair had grown passed her shoulders, and it suited her more than the pixie cut he used to admire. Her eyes were soft and considered, like she was constantly thinking about something that no one else would know.
The storm had gotten worse but the wine was flowing. Ben couldn't help but notice Natalie poured more for Matt than herself, and she couldn't have had more than a single glass so was relatively sober. Matt was jolly but would very soon crash, as he had done for the past 13 years he'd been in Ben's life. Once he even fell asleep at a bar when they'd gone to see a metal band in college. Seriously, if that small pub filled with the noise from drums and guitars couldn't wake him, nothing would.
The temperature had dropped considerably since their arrival and the storm showed no signs of stopping. Matt's voice grew louder and louder with every sentence but Ben just watched his eyes, paying no attention to the word vomit coming out of his mouth. His eyes dropped significantly and then popped right back open again, fighting off the sleep so very soon they were putting him to bed like a toddler.
"No, I don't wanna sleep, I wanna party," he slurred, his head nestled on the guest bed pillow. Natalie calmly shooshed him and then all that was heard was the telltale heavy breathing of a sleeping man.
Ben gently waved goodbye and gestured himself out the door, leaving her with her husband.
'Things were clearly fine between us,' he thought, 'no need to panic. The kiss doesn't need mentioned and we'll have a grand weekend.'
He swaggered happily upstairs to his own room but the feeling was short lived.
He'd opened the door, a shiver hitting him hard, and then realised with frustration that the window had been left open all day. He groaned and padded over to close it but he could see the damage was already done, and the top half of his bed was soaked with rainwater and the room was freezing.
"Fuck sake," he muttered under his breath as he locked kaçak iddaa it shut, but resigned himself to a sleep on the sofa. It would dry out for the next night at least. He dragged his clothes off, but left his boxers, took a blanket from his cupboard and padded downstairs.
Setting up his bed on the sofa, he heard a creek behind him and he spun around, heart flapping about in his chest.
"Sorry," Natalie said, "I didn't mean to scare you, I was just heading for a quick pee."
"No worries, I wasn't scared, just not used to having people around I guess."
She smiled and tip toed through the bathroom door closing it gently. She'd only been wearing some panties and a loose T-shirt which was likely Matts. Her legs looked so smooth and perfectly curvy, a tattoo on her thigh drew the gaze down there. His cock twitched as he thought of running his tongue over her thigh, kissing up to her mound where he'd find a soaking wet clitoris, and he'd lick and suck between her legs until she...
The toilet flushed.
Fuck, he panicked and he lay down on the sofa, grabbed his phone and held it in front of his face so she wouldn't think he'd just been standing there like some creeper.
"Didn't you say this was a two bedroom place? Why are you sleeping out here?" She asked, closing the door behind her, and leaning over a chair.
"Oh it is, but I'm an idiot and left my window open, so not only is my bed soaked with rainwater, but it's freezing. I'll be fine here for the night."
"Well now I feel bad taking your spare bed, especially since that sofa isn't the comfiest." A silence hung in the air as they both pondered for a moment.
"Why don't you come to bed with us?" she asked. "It's plenty big enough and it will be cosier than out here."
"It is cold out here, but are you sure?"
"Yeah, we'll manage, it'll be like a proper sleepover. Just hurry up, my feet are frozen."
A few minutes later, they were tucking themselves into bed. Matt was snoring away and almost hanging off one side. Natalie slid into the middle leaving plenty room for Ben to lie there too. He could sense her shivering and her legs had been exposed to the cold too long.
"Can you do me a favor and come a bit closer, I'm still freezing and I don't want to wake Matty just to warm myself up," she whispered.
Ben shuffled gently over to her, and she turned away from him but let their bodies close in together. He could smell the sweetness of her hair, her cold body was almost shivering but it wouldn't take long for them to warm up. After a few minutes she started gently rocking her hips, her bum grazing his boxer shorts.
"What are you doing?" he breathed.
"The movement will warm us up faster," she said as the subtle movement turned into very un-subtle grinding. Ben's dick began to get hard and he couldn't help but move with her, rocking his groin in rythem. Fully erect, 'there's no way she couldn't notice,' he thought. 'She has to know what this is doing to me.' He paused his movements to see what she would do, to make sure this was going where he thought it was.
"Don't stop, Ben, please," she breathed.
His hands lightly brushed the top of her arms, over her back and down to her hips and thighs. She let out a soft moan and moved slightly to lift the t-shirt up, and over her head, so she was now only in her panties. He pulled her in closer, their limbs intertwined, he kissed her neck and shoulders.
Her breathing picked up the pace and her own hand had reached back to rub my legs.
Matt kaçak bahis made a loud snore, and they paused their movements.
"Please, Ben. I need you," she said, turning onto her back so our faces were only inches apart.
"What about Matt?"
"You know that an earthquake wouldn't wake him."
"You're drunk, I'm taking advantage."
"I had a single glass with dinner, then I stopped. I'm sober."
"You're married."
"And for the past year I've been imagining you finger fucking me in my wedding dress by that pond. I wanted it that night and I want it now. What do you want?" she whispered.
His cock strained against the material and it took all the strength he had not to rip her panties off and fuck her hard right that second.
'Please Ben,' she whispered again and she spread her legs open, inviting him in.
No more words were needed and he slid her panties down without consulting his brain. In this moment, he knew what he wanted and any consequences would be a problem for another day. He kissed her neck while his hand caressed her butt, it was a little jiggly as he massaged it and squeezed, imagining how wonderful licking her asshole would be, burying his face in her cheeks.
Her body turned onto her side, and Ben pulled her close in a spooning position, gliding his hands up and around her chest to fondle her nipples. Her back arched and her breathing became laboured at the tease. She propped her leg up and grabbed my wrist, guiding his fingers down.
Between her thighs, Ben's hands worked her pussy, first circling her clit, and then reaching further in. He finger fucked her gently at first but soon his pace quickened.
Ben added another finger to the two already pumping in and out of her soaking wet centre, she reached behind her to grab his cock through his boxers.
Ben couldn't even focus on his own pleasure, he just needed her to cum. Matching her writhing body, her legs began gently twitching and he knew she was close.
"Be quiet for me, Baby, can you do that?"
Ben breathed into her ear and she nodded, digging her face into the pillow to soften any accidental moans.
She's slick and ready so Ben adds another finger, and pumps in at the fastest pace his arm could allow in that position, his thumb expertly circling her clit at the same time and soon her body tensed up, writhing to a rhythem. Ben removed his hand, now covered in her juices and she repositioned herself, and grabbed his thighs, leading his aching cock closer to her core.
He tore his boxers down and positioned his aching, ridged cock at her entrance and slid in easily. She was so fucking wet and was ready for him.
Still on their sides, not daring to change positions, Ben drove his dick in and out of her, her warm juices making her feel like silk. Her walls clenched around him and her face returned to the pillow. Ben knew she was ready to cum again.
He was daring and pumped in and out faster, harder, not caring that his best friend was asleep beside them, not caring that she was married, not even caring about not using a condom. All Ben cared about in that moment was making her feel satisfied. Her body tightened up as her orgasm flowed and after three more thrusts he released his load into her, spurting cum as deep as his hips would let him be.
Tired and spent, Natalie snuggled in, relaxing into a satisfied sleep. Ben gently pulled his softening dick out if his best friends' wife and used his boxers to clean up, with one arm trapped under her beautiful naked body. Matt was still snoring and hadn't moved through their entire tryst.
Ben sighed and followed her lead, the two of them drifting away from conscious, naked in bed with her husband. Ben just hoped Matt wouldn't wake up first.