I’ve known Tristan since we were both kids, our bond stronger than any siblings. When I got married, he was my man of honour, standing by my side as I said my vows. But over the past year, my marriage has been crumbling, leaving me feeling empty and depressed. Tristan has been my rock, his support unwavering. But one day, his support became something more.
We were sitting in my living room, the silence between us comfortable yet heavy. Tristan reached out, taking my hand in his. “Emery, you deserve more than this,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You deserve to be happy.”
I looked into his eyes, feeling a spark I hadn’t felt in years. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. His surprise quickly turned into desire, his hands roaming my body as our kiss deepened.
I pulled away, my heart pounding in my chest. “Tristan, I… I don’t know what I’m doing,” I stammered, my cheeks flushed.
He smiled, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “You don’t have to know, Emery. Just feel.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself nodding. He stood, pulling me up with him, his hands sliding down my body to cup my ass. “Fuck, Emery, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled, his lips trailing down my neck.
I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair as he continued his assault on my senses. He lifted me, carrying me to the bedroom as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He laid me down on the bed, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion.
He stared at me, his eyes filled with hunger. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Emery,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
I blushed, my hands moving to my jeans, unbuttoning them as he watched. I slid them off, my panties following suit, leaving me completely exposed to him. He groaned, his hands moving to his own pants, undoing them as he kicked them off.
He climbed onto the bed, his body covering mine as he kissed me again. His hands moved down my body, his fingers finding my wet pussy. He teased me, his fingers circling my clit before dipping inside. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand.
He smirked, his fingers continuing their assault on my pussy as he moved down my body, his lips capturing my nipple. He sucked and nipped, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as his fingers continued to work their magic.
I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. “Tristan, I’m so close,” I panted, my hips bucking against his hand.
He smirked, his fingers moving faster as he moved down my body, his lips capturing my clit. He sucked and licked, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as his fingers continued to fuck me.
I cried out, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train as I rode out the waves of pleasure. He smirked, moving up my body to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. “You taste so fucking good, Emery,” he growled, his dick pressing against my entrance.
I moaned, my hands moving to his hips as I pulled him closer. “Fuck me, Tristan,” I begged, my pussy aching for him.
He smirked, pushing into me in one swift motion. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he began to move. He thrust into me, his pace relentless as he fucked me.
I moaned, my legs wrapping around his waist as I pulled him closer. “Fuck, Tristan, you feel so good,” I panted, my pussy clenching around his dick.
He smirked, his pace quickening as he fucked me harder. “You like that, Emery?” he growled, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss.
I moaned, my orgasm building as he continued to fuck me. “Yes, Tristan, fuck me harder,” I begged, my pussy aching for release.
He smirked, his pace quickening as he fucked me harder. I cried out, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train as I rode out the waves of pleasure. He smirked, his pace quickening as he fucked me harder, his dick swelling inside me as he found his own release.
He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. “Fuck, Emery, that was amazing,” he panted, his dick still inside me.
I smiled, my hands moving to his hair as I kissed him. “It was,” I agreed, my heart pounding in my chest.
He pulled out, rolling onto his back as he pulled me into his arms. “I love you, Emery,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
I looked into his eyes, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I love you too, Tristan,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, as we basked in the afterglow.
I’ve known Tristan since we were both kids, our bond stronger than any siblings. When I got married, he was my man of honour, standing by my side as I said my vows. But over the past year, my marriage has been crumbling, leaving me feeling empty and depressed. Tristan has been my rock, his support unwavering. But one day, his support became something more.
We were sitting in my living room, the silence between us comfortable yet heavy. Tristan reached out, taking my hand in his. “Emery, you deserve more than this,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You deserve to be happy.”
I looked into his eyes, feeling a spark I hadn’t felt in years. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. His surprise quickly turned into desire, his hands roaming my body as our kiss deepened.
I pulled away, my heart pounding in my chest. “Tristan, I… I don’t know what I’m doing,” I stammered, my cheeks flushed.
He smiled, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “You don’t have to know, Emery. Just feel.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself nodding. He stood, pulling me up with him, his hands sliding down my body to cup my ass. “Fuck, Emery, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled, his lips trailing down my neck.
I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair as he continued his assault on my senses. He lifted me, carrying me to the bedroom as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He laid me down on the bed, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion.
He stared at me, his eyes filled with hunger. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Emery,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
I blushed, my hands moving to my jeans, unbuttoning them as he watched. I slid them off, my panties following suit, leaving me completely exposed to him. He groaned, his hands moving to his own pants, undoing them as he kicked them off.
He climbed onto the bed, his body covering mine as he kissed me again. His hands moved down my body, his fingers finding my wet pussy. He teased me, his fingers circling my clit before dipping inside. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand.
He smirked, his fingers continuing their assault on my pussy as he moved down my body, his lips capturing my nipple. He sucked and nipped, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as his fingers continued to work their magic.
I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. “Tristan, I’m so close,” I panted, my hips bucking against his hand.
He smirked, his fingers moving faster as he moved down my body, his lips capturing my clit. He sucked and licked, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as his fingers continued to fuck me.
I cried out, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train as I rode out the waves of pleasure. He smirked, moving up my body to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. “You taste so fucking good, Emery,” he growled, his dick pressing against my entrance.
I moaned, my hands moving to his hips as I pulled him closer. “Fuck me, Tristan,” I begged, my pussy aching for him.
He smirked, pushing into me in one swift motion. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he began to move. He thrust into me, his pace relentless as he fucked me.
I moaned, my legs wrapping around his waist as I pulled him closer. “Fuck, Tristan, you feel so good,” I panted, my pussy clenching around his dick.
He smirked, his pace quickening as he fucked me harder. “You like that, Emery?” he growled, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss.
I moaned, my orgasm building as he continued to fuck me. “Yes, Tristan, fuck me harder,” I begged, my pussy aching for release.
He smirked, his pace quickening as he fucked me harder. I cried out, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train as I rode out the waves of pleasure. He smirked, his pace quickening as he fucked me harder, his dick swelling inside me as he found his own release.
He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. “Fuck, Emery, that was amazing,” he panted, his dick still inside me.
I smiled, my hands moving to his hair as I kissed him. “It was,” I agreed, my heart pounding in my chest.
He pulled out, rolling onto his back as he pulled me into his arms. “I love you, Emery,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
I looked into his eyes, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I love you too, Tristan,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, as we basked in the afterglow.
