Sean sat at the bar, nursing a beer and staring at the door. He knew he shouldn't be there, but he couldn't help it. He was willing his best friend's wife, Rachel, to walk through it.
And then, she did.
Rachel, a red-headed nurse with big tits, entered the bar, scanning the crowd until her eyes landed on Sean. She smirked and sauntered over to him, her hips swaying hypnotically.
Sean tried to play it cool, but Rachel's directness and playful insults quickly heated things up. "Hey, fat ass, been waiting long?" she asked, taking a seat next to him.
Sean couldn't help but laugh at Rachel's bluntness. "Nice to see you too, Red," he replied, taking a sip of his beer.
Rachel ordered a drink and leaned in close to Sean, her ample cleavage on full display. "So, Sean, when are you going to make a move on me?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
Sean stammers, caught off guard by Rachel's forwardness. "Uh, what? I'm married," he said, gesturing to his wedding ring.
Rachel laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh please, like that's ever stopped you before," she said, winking at him.
Sean couldn't deny the truth in Rachel's words. They've both known about the sexual tension between them for years, but have never acted on it.
Rachel leaned in even closer, her lips barely an inch from Sean's ear. "Come on, Sean. You know you want to," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Sean's resolve crumbled, and he found himself leaning in to kiss Rachel. She met him halfway, her lips soft and demanding.
They broke apart, both breathless. Rachel grinned, her eyes full of desire. "Told you you wanted to," she said, taking a sip of her drink.
Sean couldn't help but smile back. "You're trouble, Red," he said, shaking his head.
Rachel leaned in again, her voice low and seductive. "But you love it," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
Sean felt his cock stirring in his pants. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist Rachel's allure.
They finished their drinks and left the bar, their hands intertwined and their minds full of dirty thoughts.
As they walked to Sean's car, Rachel looked up at him, her eyes full of desire. "You know, Sean, I've always wanted to fuck you," she said, her voice husky.
Sean felt a shiver run down his spine. "Fuck, Rachel. You're going to be the death of me," he replied, his voice thick with need.
Rachel grinned, her eyes full of mischief. "But what a way to go," she said, before pressing her lips to his once again.
Sean knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to Rachel like a moth to a flame, and he was powerless to resist her.
As they drove to Sean's house, Rachel's hands began to wander, her fingers tracing patterns on Sean's thigh. He could feel himself getting harder by the second, and he knew it was only a matter of time before they were tearing each other's clothes off.
When they finally arrived at Sean's house, they barely made it through the door before they were all over each other. Rachel's hands were everywhere, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Sean knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't help it. He was powerless to resist Rachel's allure, and he knew he was in too deep to turn back now.
As they stumbled towards the bedroom, their hands and mouths never breaking contact, Sean knew one thing for sure.
He was in for the ride of his life.
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