My name’s Kim. I’m 34 now, but this happened just two years ago, when I was 32 and already five years into my marriage. My best friend, Tara, had a date that Friday night, and she was practically begging me to come with her. “Please, Kim… if you’re next to me, I’ll feel safer,” she said over and over.
I kept refusing. I told her flat out I wasn’t interested, that I was married, and nights like that weren’t something I got involved in. I had no desire to meet anyone or do anything that might even look wrong. But Tara wouldn’t let it go, and I knew how stubborn she could be. In the end, I agreed but not because I wanted to be there, but because I wanted to make sure she was safe.
We met on the high street just after six. Tara had gone all out in her purple see-through dress which was outright provoking. The thin fabric clung to her body, and you could clearly see the lace of her bra and the curve of her matching panties underneath. Every step she took turned more heads, and she soaked up the attention.
Me? I’d just slipped into a plain yellow dress and some heels. No effort, no flash. I was married, and I wasn’t looking for anything. I was only there for Tara.
Earlier in the week, Alex had told Tara about this restaurant he wanted to take her to, and she’d been excited ever since. So that Friday night, we made our way there, Tara practically buzzing beside me.
Alex arrived first, along with the friend Jayden. He wasn’t my usual type at all. I normally went for white European guys with black hair, Caucasian, clean cut. Jayden was different, he was black, broad, muscular, with full, inviting lips that caught my attention straightaway. His sharp red shirt and fitted black trousers made him look even bigger, and I couldn’t help but notice the outline between his legs, he had a massive dick print. The faint hit of his cologne reached me and smelt rich, masculine, intoxicating. He had a fancy Rolex on too, he clearly had good taste and had money, clearly.
Introductions came first, then small talk over dinner. Tara and Alex were clearly hitting it off, their laughter easy and flirtatious. Jayden and I kept it polite with a few compliments, a little banter. He remarked on my outfit, and I smiled, feeling a spark I hadn’t been looking for. His scent lingered in the air, I think it was Jean Paul Gaultier, my absolute favourite on a man.
After dinner, the group decided to go clubbing. Tiger Tiger was alive with flashing lights and pulsing music.
When we first arrived at Tiger Tiger, the club hit us with a wall of sound and lights. The bass pulsed through the floor, the crowd swaying in waves, and I could already feel my pulse quicken with the energy. Tara grabbed my hand immediately, dragging me onto the dance floor, her excitement infectious.
Alex and Jayden followed close behind. Tara dived into the music, moving confidently, while I tried to find my rhythm, still feeling Jayden’s presence beside me. His eyes seemed to follow me, assessing me in a way that made my heart skip. Every so often, our hands brushed, and I felt a spark that was hard to ignore.
After a few songs, we made our way back to the bar for drinks, letting the alcohol loosen the edges of my nerves. Jayden leaned closer as we talked, his warm breath brushing my ear, his voice low and smooth. “Your a 10/10 you know,” he said with a grin, and when his eyes trailed down to my hips, he added, “and that ass, oh my god, is it real?”
I said, “of course it is.” I felt my cheeks burn, my pulse spiking. His eyes hovering over my body, looking at me like a snack ready to eat.
Every time he moved, I couldn’t help but notice his massive bulge pressing against his trousers thick, obvious, impossible to ignore, like a baseball bat straining under the fabric.
The subtle brush of his hand as he passed me my drink sent sparks through me, teasing, deliberate, and impossibly charged.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Tara and Alex on the dance floor, lost in their own world. Their lips pressed together, hands roaming, messy and daring, and I felt a dangerous thrill at watching someone surrender so freely to desire.
Back at the bar, Jayden stayed close, leaning just enough that our thighs brushed occasionally. His eyes never left me, dark and assessing, and each accidental touch made my pulse race. The music, the lights, the heady scent of his cologne, and the sight of that bulge pressed against him made my head spin.
I reminded myself I was married, that I wasn’t here for this, but the teasing, the closeness, and the undeniable chemistry left me shaky and aware in ways I hadn’t expected. Every glance, every brush of skin, made it harder to resist — yet part of me was thrilled simply by the tension, the knowing-game we were playing without crossing the line.
At one point, the music and heat of the club became a little too much for me, so I told Jayden I needed a fag and was stepping outside. He didn’t hesitate for a second and he followed me out, and suddenly the noisy, crowded dance floor felt like a world away.
The night air was sharp against my skin, and the bass from the club still thumped faintly in the background. Jayden stayed close behind me, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. When he handed me a lighter, his hand brushed mine ever so slightly, sending a spark through me. I lit my fag, drawing in the cool smoke, and he mirrored me, standing just close enough that I could feel the pull between us. He really had good chat and could clearly hold a convo.
It was impossible to ignore his bulge however. The outline of his massive bulge was clear even in the dim light, straining against his trousers like a baseball bat, and every subtle shift he made made my pulse jump. He swayed slightly as if still moving to the beat inside, and I shivered, aware of every inch of him. His presence was magnetic, teasing, and overwhelming in a way I wasn’t supposed to feel.
For a moment, we swayed almost in sync, tiny, intimate movements in the open air, our own private dance still carried by the faint pulse of music from inside. I could feel the heat of him behind me, the hard outline of his bulge pressing close, and a thrill ran through me. My body responded, but I told myself firmly that there was nothing wrong with this. This wasn’t cheating, I wouldn’t cross the line, and I wouldn’t let it go any further.
Like I said I reminded myself firmly I was married. I wasn’t here for this, and I would never do anything with him. The thrill, the tension, the undeniable pull between us could sting and tease all it wanted, but my boundaries were clear. I had a husband, a life, and no man in that club, no matter how tempting, could change that.
We stayed outside a little longer, talking quietly, laughing softly, sharing the charged silence that sometimes says more than words ever could. Even as we finally headed back inside, hearts racing and bodies buzzing with heat, I held onto my resolve. No matter how much chemistry or tension hung in the air, I would never cross that line because I was married, and that was non-negotiable.
After our cigarette break, we headed back into the club, the bass and lights hitting us like a wave again. The warmth inside was almost suffocating compared to the cool night air, and the energy of the crowd made my heart race. Jayden stayed close behind me, his presence teasing and magnetic, his eyes lingering in ways that made my pulse quicken.
Tara immediately spotted us and grinned mischievously. “Where have you two been?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. I shrugged, saying we just went out for a smoke, but she wasn’t letting it go.
We danced a little more, the music pulsing through our bodies, my movements brushing against Jayden’s, electric and intimate. His hands were subtle but daring a few times his hands went down to my bottom before I moved them back up to rest on my hips. I think he got a little too brave there.
As we sipped our drinks between songs, Tara leaned in close, practically pleading. “I really like Alex, Kim … please, do this for me. Come back to his place with us, just for a little while. It’ll be fun!”
I hesitated, my mind flashing with boundaries and reason. I had no intention of crossing any lines, and I knew I shouldn’t go. Yet Tara’s excitement was infectious, her begging heartfelt, and the thrill of the night, combined with Jayden’s lingering closeness, made the idea strangely tempting.
“I don’t know. We came out for a few drinks, that’s it,” I said, trying to sound firm.
Tara pouted, bouncing slightly on her heels, her eyes pleading. “Please, Kim! Just a little longer. You’ll love it, it’s just a drink, some dancing. Nothing crazy.”
I looked at Jayden. He gave me a small, knowing smile, calm and teasing, and I felt my heart caught between reason and curiosity, excitement and caution. For a long moment, I weighed it all, feeling the pull of the night and the thrill of stepping somewhere new.
Finally, with a reluctant nod, I gave in. “Okay, fine, but just for a little while,” I said, trying to sound firm but feeling a flutter of nerves.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Alex and Jayden bumping fists like teenagers celebrating a victory. How childish. How old were these guys? And what was Jayden looking so happy for, as if something might happen with me, when I knew, firmly, nothing would! The thought made me smirk despite myself, a mix of irritation and the strange, teasing thrill that came from his confidence.
At this point, Tara practically squealed in delight, grabbing my hand and dragging us toward the exit, while Jayden’s presence stayed close, electric and teasing, making every step feel charged with tension.
The ride to Alex’s place in his sleek Mercedes was electric with anticipation. Tara and Alex were in the front, laughing and flirting openly, completely caught up in each other, while Jayden and I sat in the back. I was on the left side, he was on the right, a small gap between us that made every subtle movement feel charged.
We didn’t need to talk, our quiet glances said enough. His eyes lingered on me just a fraction too long, a teasing spark beneath the surface, and I felt my pulse quicken. Every brush of the seat as we shifted, every tilt of his head toward me, made the tension grow.
By the time we pulled up to the house, soft lights glowing through the windows and music faintly humming inside, I realized just how far out of my comfort zone I was stepping. The night, the closeness, and the pull between Jayden and me made the unknown feel simultaneously thrilling and dangerous.
When we arrived at Alex’s house, I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. The place was enormous, a sleek, modern mansion with marble floors, soaring ceilings, and soft ambient lighting that made every corner feel luxurious and inviting. Tara practically bounced up the stairs with Alex as soon as we walked in, excitement radiating from her.
“Come on, Kim! You’ll love it up here!” Tara called back, her voice teasing and playful.
I stayed behind with Jayden in the living room, suddenly aware of the intimacy of being left alone in such a vast, quiet space. The contrast from the noisy club was almost dizzying and the soft music, the warm lighting, the faint scent of Jayden’s cologne mixing with the air.
We grabbed drinks from the sleek bar he’d set up, and slowly, almost instinctively, we started swaying to the music. The dance was intimate, every movement teasing, our bodies just close enough to feel the heat radiating off each other. His hands brushed my hips occasionally, deliberate but careful, sending shivers down my spine. The atmosphere was charged in a way the club never could be, warmer, slower, and far more intoxicating.
With every song, Jayden edged closer, his hand brushing mine in slow, teasing grazes that made my pulse spike. Each touch lingered just long enough to send shivers up my spine, and the heat radiating from him pressed against me in the quiet intimacy of the room. "I, I can’t,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the soft music.
“Why not?” he asked, his dark eyes locked on mine, intense and probing.
“Because … I’m married,” I said, trying to sound steady, though my heart was already racing.
He leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. “But he’s not here, your friend is having a good time, and you … you’re so, so attractive. Why can’t we just have a little fun?”
My pulse spiked at his words, heat rushing through me, every nerve on fire. My body ached with the temptation, excitement threatening to take over, but I swallowed hard and met his gaze. “I, I can’t do this to my husband,” I said, voice firm despite the flush creeping over me.
He smiled softly, a mix of understanding and lingering desire in his eyes. “Fair enough,” he murmured, his tone gentle yet still teasing, as though acknowledging the pull between us without breaking my boundaries.
Even as the tension hung thick in the air, I stood my ground, aware of every spark, every brush of his hand, knowing that no matter how intoxicating it felt, I wouldn’t cross that line.
We danced and sipped our drinks, the tension thick between us, every glance and touch carrying an unspoken electricity. From upstairs, I could hear faint laughter and the sound of Tara and Alex settling in, their own intimacy making the room feel even more charged. After a while we could hear the bed creaking and Tara moaning. Jayden smirked. “Your friend sounds like she’s having fun,” he said, his tone half teasing, half suggestive. I rolled my eyes, trying to act unbothered, but 'what a slag,' I thought to myself.
Being alone with Jayden in the spacious, quiet living room made every small touch and lingering and teasing, exciting, and impossible to ignore.
After a while, the drinks had started to hit me hard. My head was spinning, my body feeling warm and unsteady. Jayden got up and said he was going out for a cigarette. I nodded, too dizzy to move much, and leaned back into the sofa cushions, letting the music and soft lights wash over me. My thoughts were muddled, my heart still racing from the tension of the night.
When Jayden returned, he didn’t sit across from me but he lay down beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body. The energy between us was electric, charged with everything we hadn’t allowed ourselves to explore earlier. I could smell his cologne, feel the heat of him near me, and my pulse quickened.
He leaned in slowly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. This time, I didn’t protest. The alcohol and the thrill of the moment had loosened my resolve, and I let myself respond. Our lips met in a slow, teasing kiss, full of tension and unspoken desire. Then he went in fully with his tongue, he was such a good kisser but I couldn’t let myself go.
I pulled back slightly and whispered, trying to keep my boundaries clear, “Nothing is going further. We are not having sex.”
And he said, “Ok ok, wow, just chill out, you don’t need to do nothing you don’t want.”
We stayed like that for a while just kissing, teasing, and letting the tension linger. I could feel every glance, every gentle touch, every brush of his hand, and it sent shivers through me. Even though I had given in to the kiss, I held firm to my rule, savouring the excitement of flirting with temptation, but without crossing the final line. He put his hands on my ass but this time I didn’t mind and just let him have his little enjoyment. Even the fact of another man, apart from my husband, holding my ass, made my heart pump 100 times a minute
I felt Jayden’s hand go between my legs. That’s when I got up and said, “I can give you a hand job, but that’s it.”
He said, “I really want you.”
I said, “Take it or leave it. I wasn’t even going to do that.”
He huffed and puffed a little bit then undid his belt and slowly started pulling his trousers down. He had white Calvin Klein boxers which was my favourite on a guy . When he took it all off and it started swinging in front of me I thought to myself 'Oh my god.' It was sooo big. Way bigger than my husbands! How do women even take that that thing? And why was I getting so wet?.
My heart was beating so fast when I put my hand on it, and after a few strokes I started to hold it properly and started working it. It was so big and thick. Looking at his fit body and all his muscles whilst wanking him off made me soooo horny and I was literally soaked. He was much bigger than my husband, and unlike him Jayden clearly works out and goes to the gym.
I carried on wanking him, and half way through whilst wanking him, he started lisping me, his tongue rubbing against mine and this time squeezing my tits, but I didn’t utter a word this time. He was such a good kisser. He took his top off as I was jerking him off with one hand, and I placed my other hand on his chest. He was made out of 100% muscle, so firm, so toned. At the this point I was soaking down there. Then I started to feel him slowly cumming, and with a big moan he started to cum all over my hand. Some of it went on my top; disgusting.
I went to go get a tissue and gave him one to clean himself while cleaning my hand as well. He still looked so hard and his erection didn’t go down much He came and grabbed me by my ass and pulled me towards himself, but I said, “No, please,” my voice quiet but firm.
He paused, then nodded. “Okay. Whatever you want,” he said, his tone calm and respectful.
The way he understood me, genuinely listening, and not pushing, was unexpectedly refreshing. I found myself respecting him more, not just for his looks or charm, but as a person. It could have gone so wrong if he had been the kind to push or disrespect boundaries, but instead, he showed a rare kind of restraint that made the tension between us feel safe, even electric
A little while later, Tara and Alex finally came back downstairs. Alex was topless, his hair slightly messy and a smug look on his face. Tara trailed behind him, adjusting her bra straps with one hand while trying to tame her wild, tangled hair with the other. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had that half-guilty, half-satisfied smile that didn’t need explaining.
Eventually, Tara and I said our goodbyes to Alex and Jayden, and the guys called us an Uber to head home. We slid into the back seat together, laughing quietly, the night still buzzing around us.
Tara leaned over, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So … what did you do with Jayden?” she asked, her voice teasing, trying to get me to spill.
I smiled slyly, keeping my expression neutral. “Nothing,” I said, letting her imagination run wild while I said nothing more. She giggled, clearly delighted at my restraint, and I felt a shiver of excitement still lingering from the night.
By the time I got home, the alcohol and adrenaline of the evening had left me feeling incredibly aroused. Alone with my husband, I let myself release all the built up desire and made passionate love to him, every touch and movement charged with intensity, a reminder of the difference between temptation and devotion, and the thrilling tension of a night that I would never forget. At the end of the day, I felt comfortable with myself. I hadn’t done anything wrong as we hadn’t crossed any real lines, there was no sex, we didn’t fuck and I didn’t suck his dick, we just kissed and I gave him a hand job and that was it. And I knew I’d probably never see him again, which made it easier.
