My Friend’s Husband and the Sleepwalking Affair – #Erotica

Sleepwalking shouldn't have made me fuck my friend's husband!

I rubbed my eyes and tried to figure out where I was.  I must’ve been sleepwalking again. I said to myself as my vision cleared, and realized I was standing outside the bedroom where my friend’s husband was sleeping.  I had been staying with them for a week while some work was being done in my apartment.  She was more than happy to take me in; the only problem was that I was left alone with her husband for the last three nights of my stay because she had to go on a business trip that could not be rescheduled.  I looked down and realized I was only wearing a bra and a pair of panties that I had dozed off in after a long exhausting day at work had worn me out completely.  I cringed as I saw the door was ajar to the dark room where my friend’s husband was in bed for the night, but my bare body was lit up by the hallway light that seemed to be a spotlight on me right then and there.  I reached down, covering my boobs and attempting to cover my crotch for a second with stretched and awkwardly crisscrossed arms and a cringe-like look on my face.  "Damn, sleepwalking!" I growled to myself as I tiptoed to spin around and find my way back to my room, hoping I didn’t wake him and could get back with my dignity intact.

I crept so slowly down the long hallway, feeling vulnerable in my burgundy-colored satin panties and bra. When I reached my bedroom door, I leaned against it for a sigh of relief before returning to the big, soft guest bed I was grateful to have.  I closed my eyes, praying to any god that might hear me, please keep me from sleepwalking again for the rest of my stay here.  The following day Michael was in the kitchen making breakfast, which smelled amazing!  We made small talk, and he fixed me a beautiful plate and poured freshly squeezed orange juice to go a long side of it.  “I hope you’re hungry, Jessie.  I usually make Mindy a nice breakfast to start her day, so I figured I’d do the same for you while she’s away.  It helps me to feel less lonely for her too.”  He said, smiling as he pulled some breakfast sausage out with tongs.  I was just thankful he didn’t mention the fact that I was standing outside his bedroom door in the middle of the night wearing only a bra and panties.  I’m guessing my friend would not appreciate hearing that.  That was a close one!  I really have to get this sleepwalking problem under control!  I thought to myself as I headed to my car and prepared for my workday.

I worked 11 hours that day and could not wait to get back to my temporary home, strip out of my business suit skirt and jacket and take a long, hot bath.  After that, I’d spend some time reading and then crash for the night with hopefully no sleepwalking this time.  I reached up to grab the tea mug that sat on my nightstand.  I took a long, slow sip, closing my eyes and appreciating the honey-lemon flavor that always soothed me after long days, and within minutes I’d fallen asleep with the book on my chest.  That was where everything went incredibly wrong.  “Jessie?  You, okay?” I heard a voice say as I awakened next to my friend’s bed where her husband was just under a white folded sheet that didn’t leave much to the imagination.  “Oh!  Oh my god!  Michael!  I am….so…. sorry!  I’ve had this problem with sleepwalking most of my life.  I must’ve….”  I stammered, trying to explain away my embarrassment that probably had me as red as a beet!  I looked down, and at least tonight, I was wearing a sensible white T-Shirt over my bra and panties, unlike the night before, where I was nearly naked, and he would’ve gotten quite the eyeful.

“Wait.  Don’t go.”  Michael said, getting up and walking towards me to grab my hand.  I realized you had a sleepwalking issue when I saw you in that hot little bra and panty set outside my bedroom door last night.”  He said, reaching up and gently running one finger from my neck and all the way down to my arm to my wrist.  “Your body is amazing.  You really shouldn’t cover it up with a sloppy T-shirt, though I will say you even make a white T-shirt sexy as hell.”  He whispered, followed by a naughty little laugh that said I’d better immediately go back to my room where I couldn’t get into trouble.  Michael was a complete ten if I had to rate him.  We often told Mindy how jealous we were that she landed such a hot stud for a husband, and I could feel my heart pounding over the sight of my friend’s husband, something I knew should NOT be happening.  “Don’t go, Jess.”  He whispered as I turned, apologizing my way towards the door.  “I have a confession to make.  I know you’re my wife’s friend, but I have always found you so gorgeous.  And if I’m frank, I took your beautiful body in last night as you tiptoed down the long hallway out there.  I love that perfect round ass, Jessie.  And the way the warm golden glow of the night light sort of silhouetted your body.”

“You couldn’t see me in the shadows, but I could see you, and I had to come back here, take my big, hard cock into my hands, and stroke it up and down until I came.  All while thinking of you, Jess. My wife’s hot friend staying at my house.  I didn’t want to mention that I saw and take a chance on embarrassing you this morning, but I’d secretly hoped for more sleepwalking tonight.  It looks like my wish was granted, and I don’t think one little secret will hurt Mindy.  Do you?”  He said, reaching up to run his hand delicately down the side of my face.  “But you’re my best friend’s husband!  We really shouldn’t do this.”  I heard my mouth say as if it was separate from my mind and body; I only wanted to jump into Michael’s arms and have a stab of that big, beautiful cock I saw protruding from the sexy boxer briefs he was wearing.

“I see you looking at it, Jess.  I know you want me as much as I want you, and my wife never has to know about it!  It will be our little secret, I promise.”  He said in a sexy whisper with lips that slowly approached mind to begin kissing passionately next to the bed where he slept with his wife, my best friend.  It was as if I couldn’t help myself, and I even wondered if maybe I was still dreaming and if this was a dream, then it was okay to act on my desire for him.  I’d have some fun and wake up feeling a little guilty for the naughty sleepwalking-induced fantasy, forgive myself, and move on.  At least, that is what I told myself as our lips met and our tongues began to twirl together in a desire-filled whirlwind of hands and lips traveling the curves of one another’s warm bodies. I don’t know what came over me, but all I wanted to do was suck my friend’s husband’s cock, so I dropped to my knees and began to do so.  He moaned as my lips closed gently around the head and moved with slippery warm wetness slowly down to the thick base.  His hands reached down and ran through my sandy blonde hair, resting in loose waves on my shoulders and back.

“I don’t know what’s come over me!  I don’t want to hurt my friend, but I can’t seem to stop myself!”  I said breathlessly as I pulled his cock out of my mouth and guided him on top of me into the bed.  I’m so happy you were sleepwalking tonight, Jess.  I’ve wanted to do this for so long!”  He said as his cock parted my tight pussy lips and stretched its way inside.  I moaned as his hips began pumping; his cock gave me pleasure like never before, and I ached to have him as deep as he could get.  He pulled me on top, and I rode him, grinding my clit on his pelvis until my body quivered with a pulsing orgasm so good it pulled my eyes to the back of my head.  “Oh god, he cried out as his hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling them down onto him so his warm cum could burst deeply into me.  I slid off my friend’s husband, full of his cum, and wondered how I could have let this happen.  I'm not sure she'd accept sleepwalking as a cause for fucking her husband.  I better find a way to keep this sleepwalking secret forever!  I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and fell sound asleep in their bed.