“Who is that?” I asked my friend whilst scrolling through her story on Instagram.

He caught my eye straight away. He was building and her shot of their new extension panned over him, working hard, sweat dripping. Topless in the northland heat, his sexy island skin enhanced with ink - all of this adding to my immediate desire.

I could feel my underwear becoming damp at just the thought of all the things I’d love to do with him.

“ don’t be silly” Natalia chuckled at me, “that’s my husband, you’ve met him”

My mouth dropped, I tried hard to hide my surprise. How had I never seen him in this light before. Perhaps because I’d only ever seen him in fleeting passing moments - not unlike this one, but never like this, so raw, natural and sexy.

If I’m really honest, he had caught my eye before, but as a friend's husband you cast it aside before desire takes hold.

I knew. I knew I had to have him……

As wrong as it was, he became my forbidden fruit. Not an option, making the chase all that more challenging. Knowing he was unobtainable.

He took over my dreams, the need I felt paired with the passion I was feeling - consumed me.

I'd always been sexually charged, it was unusual for me to stay monogamous, it was a passing joke around my friends that I had the sexual emotions of a man, always horny, always wanting more, game for most things and a little nymphomaniac.

I often slept with my female friends -those who were bi-curious, those who “weren’t really” but wanted a birthday treat for their husbands, a few turned into short lasting relationships but as much as I desire a woman's body,  I just love a cock.

I was able to emotionally detach. Happy to fuck once or twice and then never again. It was easy for me to flip between friends and fuck buddies. How naive I was. 

Natalia was a different friend, we had formed our friendship though our workplace (and from experience workplace shenanigans often ended poorly) even worse, I was her superior, although she was older with vast more experience in certain areas, we worked alongside each other as colleagues with far too much socialising in the weekends and after hours.

I'd never had a sexual vibe with Natalia, she wasn't really my type, and that sexual energy you get when with someone - simply wasn't present with us however I loved her mind and she was most certainly an attractive woman, I started to look at her differently, noticing her curves, her delicious backside, how you could sometimes see her nipple through her work shirt, especially on those cold frosty mornings, her gorgeous long hair, she started to turn me on, and i imagined her and her husband together, and together with me

and days later, as luck would have it, or now I wonder if fate had a hand, Natlia started to flirt a little.

I wondered if this was in my head, but when she grabbed my ponytail one day, whipping my head to the side asking ‘if I liked that’ i saw my window of opportunity.

“Was a little soft, if you're going to pull my hair, pull it like you mean it?” I cheekily replied.

Her seemingly innocent face flushed a little, she smiled and walked away…..

The tension in the air was undeniable.

The rest of the day was a flurry of butterflies and over shoulder glances. The busyness of the office made it impossible to follow up or clarify the meaning in it all. 

The weekend that followed, we caught up for drinks.

I’m not going to lie, I put a little extra effort in, including sexy underwear and alluring eyes.

A fabulous vanilla evening we had, drinking and smoking too much, Just her and I, good conversation, flirty glances but both too shy, too taboo, to make the next step.

Sexually frustrated, as I started to contemplate how I was getting home,  her husband pulled in the driveway, returning from one of his club meetings. “You want a ride?” he asked

You can imagine all the responses I wanted to say. Weak at the knees and wet between the legs, I smiled and opened the passenger door.

“I'll come too” Natalia announced as I stepped back and held the door open for her. I slipped into the back seat, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with desire, that feeling of a head spin when you’ve drunk a little too much, when your boundaries drop but you’re still aware of what you’re doing…..

Lost in thought, we arrived, what felt like two minutes after we had just left.

The car came to a stop outside my home, the engine idling, music faintly playing as she'd turned it down to say goodnight… then, with more confidence than I had, I said it, outloud….. with HIM in the car. The husband I had barely ever spoken to, just admired from afar. 

“We should have a 3some”

The car went silent.

The husband and wife turned to look at each other, their eyes having a silent conversation, his hand dropped behind his seat, his muscular oversized hand, finding my leg - touching my skin, my body tingling at his exploring hand running firmly but teasingly up and down my calf, he turned briefly, my eyes met his, it was like coming home to a warm house on a cold night - welcoming & comforting, it felt right and wrong. I swear I orgasmed just slightly at this interaction. 

As a melted into my seat, forming a small puddle of delight, Natalia turned to look at me, and with hesitancy whispered……

…… to be continued