I really fucked up this past weekend. Like in a life-ruining way, and I desperately need to get it off my chest. 

Hopefully, putting it out into the void will do the trick. Forgive me if this ends up a jumbled mess. I never even post on Facebook, so this kind of thing is way out of my wheelhouse. I’m going to change names to keep this anonymous, but I know if he reads this he’ll know it’s about us. 

But I really only care about my husband or son finding this, though it's unlikely they will. 

A little backstory, I am a stay-at-home wife in my mid-forties with a college-aged son and a husband who’s constantly traveling for work. It’s safe to say the past few years have been boring. Most nights, I end up alone on the couch, crocheting til my fingers ache with some mindless reality show filling the painful silence. 

That’s where Ethan comes in. 

Ethan’s my son’s best friend and has been forever. My husband and I are close with his parents, too. Our families spend a ton of time together. Weekend dinners, big events, even summer vacations. 

The boys float between our houses like they live in both. So, Ethan raids our fridge, comes in our front door without knocking, and even strolls around in his underwear sometimes. I’ve only recently started to notice him as more than just my son’s friend. 

More like a man. 

He’s extremely easy on the eyes. Broad shoulders, beautifully formed muscles from a strict gym routine, dark, messy brown hair that always looks like he was caught in a windstorm, and a face that could pass as an artist’s masterpiece. 

But more than that, he’s just effortlessly charming, with an air of cockiness that just works. The older he gets, the less it seems like he’s joking around. He’s starting to sound more like a man who knows he can make any woman’s heart flutter. 

Even mine. 

He’s more helpful than ever these days, too. When Ethan’s around, I never have to struggle bringing groceries in alone. He helps clean up after dinner without being asked, and he even takes care of small repairs for me. Changing lightbulbs, tightening a leaky sink faucet, and helping me with little projects like painting the hallway. Way more than my son would do without being pestered to death. 

Hell, he works more than my husband does around the house. 

Ethan’s charm doesn’t stop at just being useful around the house, though. 

Some things he says, little comments that almost sound like flirting. Things like complimenting new outfits. Saying my perfume smells good. Inviting me to have a drink with him late at night when my son’s already passed out upstairs. 

And then there’s the way he looks at me. I’ve caught how his eyes linger and drag over my body like he’s taking in every detail, but I never call him out. 

Because before this weekend, I was positive there was no chance in hell he was the least bit attracted to me. 

Look, I’m not going to kid myself. I’m old and not exactly in shape. I have wrinkled, saggy skin and not just on my face. And I may not be extremely fat or anything but I am chubby with a soft stomach and extra weight on my thighs and upper arms. Even when I’m just around the house, I try to hide what I can with big, shapeless t-shirts and sweaters. 

Admittedly, I’ve stopped caring about dolling up, especially when I’m home. I usually toss my hair up in a messy bun when I roll out of bed and leave it that way all day and I don’t fool with makeup unless I absolutely have to. Safe to say, I’m homely now. 

Nothing like the trophy wife I started as in my twenties and thirties. 

I’m not stupid either. I know my husband has noticed through the way he looks at me, when he does at all, and the offhanded comments he’s made here and there. 

But the truth is, I can’t bring myself to care. It’s not like the spark has only gone out on his end. 

So, there’s no world where a young guy like Ethan would actually be attracted to me. Not when my own husband isn’t. 

I don’t even want Ethan to want me. Not logically. 

I’ve never been the type to look for other men’s validation or even consider stepping out on my marriage no matter how dull things are these days. And honestly? As boring as it is, this is just my life now and I’m content with that. 

Anyway, that’s enough background. This is already going to be long as hell. 

So, it all started Saturday night. 

Everything had been normal the whole day. I’d gone grocery shopping and cooked dinner for the boys before I ended up right in my spot on the couch, as usual, already dressed for bed. Nothing sexy. Just a t-shirt I had purposely bought to be baggy and cotton shorts that came about mid-thigh. My chunky bare legs were covered with a soft throw blanket, just in case someone came in. 

Since I’m burnt out with my current crocheting project, I was just sitting on the couch with the TV playing “90 Day Fiancé” in the background while I aimlessly scrolled my phone. I was considering calling it an early night. Just give up and try again the next day. 

But, before I could commit to the idea of heading to bed, I heard the front door open. 

Their familiar voices carried in before they even reached the living room. 

“Man, I thought we were gonna have a few drinks and chill,” Ethan was saying as they walked in, Julian shaking his head. Both were dressed in their gym clothes, t-shirts and basketball shorts, hair damp like they just showered. 

“Hell nah,” Julian mumbled, coming over to the couch and leaning over the back to plant a chaste kiss on my head. “I’m going to bed, Momma. This guy worked me to death tonight,” he grumbled, obviously exhausted. 

Ethan rolled his eyes and shook his head dismissively. “Not my fault you can’t keep up.” 

Julian huffed but didn’t respond as he turned and left the living room, footsteps echoing as he ascended the stairs. 

Leaving us alone. 

My gaze shifted to Ethan as he ran his fingers through his messy head of hair. That tight white t-shirt clinging to his skin, leaving little to the imagination, and those basic black basketball shorts provided a pretty decent view of his, seemingly, thick bulge. Thankfully, before I lingered too long and got caught, his voice snapped me right back to reality. 

“Well… I’m not tired yet. Care if I make a drink? I’ll make you one, too.” 

“You’re going to make a drink?” I asked, keeping my tone light to mask the way he affected me by just standing there. “You know there’s beer in the fridge.” 

Ethan gave me that stupidly charming, lopsided smile and shrugged. “I’ve been getting into mixing drinks lately. I’m the designated bartender at all the parties we go to now.” That sounded about right. The boy always needed to stay busy, even when he was supposed to be relaxing or having fun. “Come on. Let me show off my skills a little. I’m thinking…. sex on the beach. Sound good?” 

Sex on the beach.

Just hearing him say that sent an unwanted, knee-weakening lewd image flashing through my mind. I let out a small huff and rolled my eyes playfully. “Sure, knock yourself out. Don’t know if we have the stuff to make it, but you’re welcome to look,” I answered, fixing my eyes back on the TV. “Don’t make a mess.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, ma’am.” 

There was a teasing edge to the way he spoke to me that crawled right under my skin. 

And I should’ve been able to brush him off. I mean, he’s fucking twenty-one. I’m the same age as his mother. Everything about this was just wrong and I should’ve declined his offer in the first place. 

But I didn’t. 

I let him go off to the kitchen, keeping my gaze trained on the drama unfolding on TV until I heard him rustling around the liquor cabinet. I let out a breath, trying to settle back into my dull night that was suddenly getting a bit too interesting. It was impossible to relax with the sound of Ethan making our drinks. Knowing he was about to come back and hang around didn’t help.

And sure enough, he returned, two glasses of peach-colored drinks in his hands. “You had everything,” he remarked with a triumphant grin as he came over and held one out to me. “Even cherries.” 

When I reached to take the chilled drink our fingers inevitably brushed and there was an unexpectedly intense spark that ran from my fingertips, all the way up my arm, settled hot and heavy in my chest.

Then Ethan plopped down on the couch beside me. 

Not too close but closer than he had to, the aroma of his body spray strong in the air between us. It was different. Normally he would take my husband’s recliner when we had late-night drinks together. There was something about the simple action that felt deliberate on his end, but I tried not to think too deeply about it. 

My focus shifted to my drink as I sipped it and hummed softly. “It’s good.” 

“I brought my A-game for you, Mrs. Em,” he said playfully before taking a long drink of his own. “I made a lot of these last night at that party we went to. Guess it was good practice.” 

“I’m surprised you aren’t as worn out as Julian. How are you even still awake?” The boys were out until two in the morning and still got up early for their morning jog. Then they spent most of the day gone after that, stopping by just long enough to demolish dinner before heading back to the gym to work it all off. 

Ethan shrugged, laying his arm over the back of the couch and adjusting to get more comfortable. He looked perfectly at home. Leaned back into the cushion with his legs lazily spread. 

I could only dream of being that comfortable with myself, but then again, a body like his was meant to be carelessly shown off. 

For a while, we just sat there chatting while watching TV and sipping our drinks. Nothing overly exciting. Mostly just about his classes and what he’s been up to. And when the conversation shifted to me, he did a good job acting genuinely curious about my mundane little life. 

After finishing my drink, I felt a slight warm, pleasant buzz. I wanted to melt into the couch and just enjoy the feeling but, of course, the liquid went right through me. 

I needed to pee. 

Without much thought, I pushed the blanket off my lap and stood. The moment I felt the air against my legs, I also felt the weight of his gaze. And my cheeks burned even hotter when I caught him staring and he didn’t look away. 

Didn’t even pretend he was doing anything other than leering. 

“Shorts?” His stunning green eyes flicked to my face, his mouth curving into a teasing smirk. “That’s a nice change.” 

“Oh please.” I laughed, rolling my eyes to cover the nerves bubbling just beneath the surface. “It’s just hot today.” Finally, I managed to make my legs move and started toward the hall bathroom. 

Still feeling his eyes on me as I walked away. 

“If it’s so hot, then why are you covering up with a blanket?” he called after me, making me pause. 

I looked back and caught how low his gaze was fixed. “Ethan,” I warned, the smile tugging at my lips giving me away. “Behave.” 

He clocked it, I know he did. 

He noticed that smile, the way I called him out without actually rejecting his small advances. He’s too smart for his own good with this kind of thing. And he seemed to be growing more confident by the second. 

“No promises.” Ethan shot back before turning his attention back to the TV. Allowing me to breathe again. 

Without another word, I slipped into the half bathroom and leaned against the door. 

I just needed a second. 

But my mind was stuck on that moment, replaying it on repeat. The things he said, simple but way too impactful. Those bold eyes fixated on my body like it was something alluring. 

Sucking in a deep breath, I managed to shake it all off and do my business. I took my time, washing my hands more thoroughly than necessary before stepping back out and noticing the couch was empty. 

At first, I figured he was over it and had gone upstairs to Julian’s room, but then I heard him clinking around in the kitchen. 

I went over, leaning against the archway and watching Ethan make another set of drinks at the island. Crossing my arms over my chest, attempting to hide how my braless breasts sagged under my t-shirt, I couldn’t help but smile. 

“You’re not trying to get me drunk, are you?” 

Without looking up, he let out a breathy laugh. “Nah. I just want you to have a good time for once,” he answered, adding the final touches to the drinks by dropping in a few cherries. 

Then his gaze settled on me, and I straightened slightly, catching how his eyes dropped slightly to where my arms were folded. 

My cheeks were beginning to burn again as Ethan came around the island, standing a little too close as he offered me one of the glasses. Forcing me to move at least one arm while shamelessly staring at my chest. My fingers slid over his as I took it, my touch lingering a bit longer than needed. 

That was when I knew things were getting out of hand too quickly. Though I kept telling myself there was no reality where this young man was actually interested. No. At that point I fully assumed he was just messing around. 

Being a little shit. 

“You’re attentive tonight,” I commented, turning to go back to the safety of the couch. Getting settled back in the worn dip of the cushion created over time, I reached for the throw blanket as my eyes drifted. Landing right on the crotch of Ethan’s shorts as he came over. 

For a moment, I was mesmerized by how his bulge bounced slightly as he walked, something I should’ve been immune to but suddenly had my mouth watering. 

Before I could cover myself again, Ethan leaned over and tugged the blanket away. “Hmm, you think so? I’m just chilling, Mrs. Em. Going with the flow,” he said with a faint chuckle, sitting just a hair closer than before. 

“I think you’re catching the wrong flow,” I said, trying to force myself to simmer down. But even with that warning in the air, he didn’t shift away. No, Ethan actually got more comfortable in his spot, sliding a strong arm over the back of the couch, right behind me. 

“Am I?” 

That cocky little question hung between us for a long beat and I watched as his eyes boldly ran down my body, taking me all in. Making me even more self-conscious as my heart thumped hard in my chest. He had really stopped trying to hide it at all. 

This boy was absolutely flirting with me, but what I didn’t understand was… why? 

With a huff, I shook my head. “Ethan,” I snapped, shooting him a brief glare. “You’re fucking with me. Stop it.” 

That stopped him in his tracks. His gaze lifted back to mine, eyebrows lifting. “Fucking with you?” he repeated, clearly not following. “Mrs. Em… I’m not fucking with you. I’m just… appreciating you.” 

There was a pause. Thick and heavy, lingering as our eyes stayed locked. Ethan’s edge faltered with his admission, a flicker of vulnerability in his expression as he waited for my response. 

Finally, I let out a quiet sigh and looked away. “You can’t… appreciate me like that. I’m married. And twice your age.” 

I could feel his weight shifting just a bit, leaning back into the cushion heavier. “I know,” he mumbled. “But I can’t help it.” 

I didn’t know what to say. How to smooth this over and keep things grounded. It was like my mind had short-circuited. “Please. I’m just sitting here dressed like a slob.” 

That got a quiet laugh out of Ethan. He relaxed, letting his legs spread just enough for his knee to brush mine. “You don’t look like a slob. You look comfortable,” he corrected in an amused tone. “And I like that.” 

My eyes rolled once again. “Look, just stop. I see what kind of girls you bring around. They’re young, pretty, put together, and…. skinny.” I couldn’t look at him, my gaze falling to my lap. 

“Those are just the ones you’ve met. I date all kinds of women. Sometimes older women.” It was almost annoying how smooth Ethan could be at a time like this. Like what was happening barely fazed him at all. “They aren’t always skinny, either. More often than not…” His arm slid a little closer behind me, the warmth of it pressing against the back of my neck. “They have something extra to hold onto.” 

My voice caught in my throat as I scrambled for a rebuttal to shut him down. But, I was fighting the side of me that wanted him to keep going. 

And keep going he did. 

Ethan leaned in dangerously close, his lips nearly brushing the shell of my ear. “You know what got me into thick women?” he murmured, breath tickling my skin and causing a shiver to shoot down my spine. “Watching you the past few years.” 

Slowly, Ethan leaned forward and set his drink on the coffee table in front of us. Then he was right back in my ear, his nose grazing my skin so gently it made my breath catch. 

“I remember what did it for me first,” he mumbled. “Those jean shorts you wore to our graduation party. Couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” he said it like it was nothing. Like ogling his best friend’s mother was no big deal. 

“I kept waiting for Mr. Em to catch me. But he doesn’t really pick up on that kind of thing…does he?” Ethan asked, a thread of playfulness in his voice. “Guys like him always forget how lucky they are.” 

“Ethan…” My voice was shaky, giving away exactly what he was doing to me as I squeezed my thighs together. The heat between us was dropping. Settling right in my lap where it didn’t need to be. 

With confidence I could never imagine, his big hand came to my knee, squeezing softly before dragging higher to my lower thigh and gliding back down. “I want you, Mrs. Em,” his admission came out in a deep, rough voice. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s wrong.” 

His words had my mind far more clouded than the drinks. I couldn’t even attempt to think of something to come back with. 

Then I felt it. 

A slick warmth as his tongue flicked at my earlobe. The gasp that slipped out gave away just how good it felt and only seemed to build his confidence as he pulled my earlobe between his lips, sucking gently before letting it pop free. 

“Just give me a chance.” With every word, his mouth brushed against my ear, slow and shameless. “I can show you things he’s never even thought of…” He paused, catching the shell of my ear with his lips, sliding his tongue over sensitive skin before letting go. “And I’ve got the stamina to go as long as it takes.” 

All the while, his hand grew bolder, sliding higher up my thigh before drifting back down slowly. “You want me, too,” he said, voice heavy and wrapping around me like fog. “Don’t you?” 

“E-Ethan… we can’t.” I finally got out, my hand wrapping around his wrist to stop him. He did pause, but his hand stayed right where it was, resting warm on my bare leg.  

“That’s the fun of it,” he chuckled, mouth drifting from my ear to press a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. “I’ve seen how you look at me. When you don’t think I’m paying attention.” 

I didn’t even try to argue. He’d caught me red-handed. The heat between my legs grew more intense, throbbing as he spoke. While still gripping his wrist, I turned my head and our eyes locked. 

I’d never seen Ethan like this. 

So hungry for something he should never want. 

“Christopher could come home any moment,” I whispered, knowing already it was a weak excuse. 

A playful smirk tugged on his mouth as he leaned in, pressing our foreheads together. “Come on, Mrs. Em,” he murmured, his stare sliding down to my lips. “He’s across the country at some boring conference. No way he’s coming home in the middle of the night.” 

He had me right where he wanted me. His breath warm against my mouth while my thoughts were all twisted up. Completely out of arguments as to why we shouldn’t do this. Not that he had to do much convincing. What little restraint I had left snapped and I leaned in, closing the gap between us as I kissed him. 

It was simple at first. Just our mouths pressed to one another. Ethan’s hand wiggled out of my hold and came to rest on the back of my neck. His head tilted, lips moving against mine, urging them open slightly before he slid his tongue along the small parting, not quite going in. Just hovering. Waiting. 

Quickly, I gave him more access, letting out an unintentional sound as his hot tongue slipped inside. He tasted amazing as his tongue rubbed against mine. Like sweet alcohol and something uniquely him. 

Ethan kissed like he knew exactly how to unravel me. 

His mouth, his tongue, worked against mine perfectly, drawing small sounds from my throat as he kept me pulled in with that one hand on my neck. His other arm, lying over the back of the couch, slid down as he shifted to face me, wrapping around my waist. 

I couldn’t help but be drawn in, facing him as he ravished my mouth with surprising skill. As hot as it all was, my nerves were creeping up on me the longer the kiss went. Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time Christopher and I made out. And I’m not sure if it was ever this hot. 

Even at its best. 

More than worrying about being a rusty kisser, I was fixated on where his hands were. And how deliberately he was exploring me. One sliding around my neck down to the front of my collarbone, resting right above my chest and the other drifting to my side, following my curves nerve-wrackingly slow. My insecurities were under his hands and he was mapping them out too thoroughly.

Suddenly, I pulled back and looked away from him, breath coming out choppy and lips kiss-swollen. Ethan stilled for a couple of seconds before leaning in to kiss the side of my neck gently. “You okay, ma’am?” he asked with an edge of playful teasing. 

Him calling me that in the middle of…this… made my thighs squeeze firmly together. 

“Your hands…you’re touching…” I didn’t even know how to tell him what was spinning in my head. It all sounded so stupid. And it’s not like I wanted him to stop. No, I wanted him to keep touching all those places Christopher had been ignoring for years. 

“I’m touching a sexy body,” Ethan said against my skin, his lips dragging fire against my neck. “And I wanna touch even more.” With that, his mouth opened as he slid his wet tongue down my neck, stopping to lick and suck right above the collar of my shirt. 

As much as I wanted to let him go for as long as he wanted, I pushed him back after a moment, my hands flat against his sturdy chest. “Careful,” I warned in a soft, breathy voice. “Don’t leave a mark.” 

That was when my eyes dropped and I saw it. I saw him. Big…hard, tenting the fabric of his shorts. My breath caught in my throat as my gaze stuck to the spot. 

“You can touch me too,” his voice was hushed and raspy, growing darker as seconds passed. “I wanna feel those hands on me.” 

Slowly, his hand slid from my side, running down my arm until it covered the one that still rested on his chest. Not pulling or directing. Just there. And he followed as my palm ran down to his strong stomach, tracing the valleys of his abs. 

I crossed the line as my touch drifted past the waistband of his shorts, over the smooth, straining fabric. There was no going back once I felt the heat of his thick length under my palm. Ethan’s breath hitched as his hips lifted just slightly, pressing his clothed cock into my hand. 

And I let him. 

My fingers wrapped around him, focusing, at first, on how swollen and heavy he felt in my hold. “Fuck…” The word came out as a whisper before I could stop it, and I didn’t even have to look to see that smug little smirk on Ethan’s face. 

“Nice and big, huh?” he asked, the teasing in his voice somehow calming in a way. His question lingered as I felt his hand on my chest slipping down, over the curve of my breast through my loose shirt. He pushed it up, fingers splayed and palm full, squeezing gently as a low, needy sound escaped him. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on your tits.” 

“Ethan…” I breathed out his name, not even sure what I wanted to say, cheeks on fire from the dirty things he said so easily. 

He hummed softly, still groping me as he ran his thumb over the hardening peak of my nipple through fabric. “What? Not used to a man talking you through it?” he asked, bucking his hips into my hand with a small groan. “Bet Mr. Em is silent, right? Bet he doesn’t even take the time to touch you like this.” 

His voice made my grip on him tighten a little, feeling how he throbbed against my palm. “I’ll do all the things he won’t. With my hands… my mouth… my cock.” 

That heat between my legs was growing at an unbearable pace. My panties were already damp and sticking to me. But what he said next made me gush, warm slick soaking through the fabric. 

“Pull your shirt up for me.” 

“W-what?” I stammered, my breasts falling back into place as he took his hand away. Searching Ethan’s face I saw nothing but confidence as he waited. Expecting me to do exactly what he said. 

“Pull your shirt up. I wanna see,” he repeated shamelessly, his eyes glued to my chest. 

My hand on him twitched slightly before I let go, bringing both to the hem of my shirt. My pulse thundered in my ears. 

God, what if I showed him and he changed his mind? 

With nerves prickling under my skin as I slowly lifted my shirt, revealing my tummy then my tits etched with stretch marks. The moment I was on display, his gaze was drinking me in. 

“God damn…” he breathed through his clenched jaw, almost like he was hypnotized. Both of Ethan’s big hands cupped the underside of my boobs, making them spill against each other. “They’re bigger than I thought. You gotta stop wearing shit that swallows you up.” As he spoke, his thumb brushed over my nipple, sending a sharp spark through my whole body. 

I watched as he leaned in, lips parted and tongue already poking between them. Without hesitation, Ethan licked over my hard nipple, flattening his tongue and leaving my skin hot and slick. That one little action had me trembling under his hands as he sucked the same nipple between his lips. 

And god, he had a skilled mouth. 

I knew he was good from just kissing him, but this was something else. His tongue and lips worked on my tit like he knew exactly how to make me melt, pretty green eyes closed as he focused on his careful work. A soft moan escaped my throat as he teased my other nipple with his fingers, lightly pinching and rolling it. My back arched towards him, chasing the heat of his mouth as I gripped the fabric of his shirt.

With one last slow lick, he pulled back, eyes slipping back open as he looked up to me. “Like how I use my mouth, Mrs. Em?” Ethan asked in that low, raspy tone that made my skin grow somehow hotter. “Wanna see what else I can do with it?” As he asked, his hands slid down my body and lingered at the waist of my shorts. Thick fingers venturing under the elastic. 

For a few slow seconds, I couldn’t find my voice. And Ethan waited, fingers grazing the soft skin of my lower stomach, but never going any further. 

“Yes…” I finally answered, tone soft. Unsure. Sure, I was already exposed to him, but this was crossing a whole new line.

“Good,” Ethan didn’t seem the least bit nervous as he tugged on my shorts, fingers hooking into the elastic of my panties as he tried to drag them both down. “Then lift your hips and lie down, baby.” 

Hesitantly, while shifting my grip to the couch, I pushed my hips up and he wasted no time pulling my shorts and underwear down my thighs. For once, I was glad Christopher preferred for me to keep everything shaved. And I had just taken care of that earlier in the day when I showered. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he undressed me, watching how he admired my pussy. 

Ethan took his time and freed my legs from the clothing, tossing them carelessly to the floor. “Damn… so much better than I imagined,” he murmured, hands now pushing my thighs open as I slowly laid back, propping myself up on my elbows. I know it was really nothing to write home about. Clean-shaven, sure, but probably a little saggier than it used to be. 

None of that seemed to bother him as his warm hands drifted up my thighs, spreading wide over my skin as his thumbs pulled my lips apart. My core burned from the weight of his gaze for a few seconds before he leaned in closer. Instead of getting started right away, Ethan paused a few inches above. 

Then, without hesitation, he spat warm and wet directly on my clit. 

The sudden heat forced a shocked moan from my lips as his spit slid down to my hole. Never in my life had a man ever done something so raw and lewd to me. My hips gave a tiny involuntary buck and Ethan let out a deep chuckle. 

“Feels fucking good, yeah?” he asked, dipping down and licking the trail of spit from my hole all the way to the throbbing nub that begged for his attention. But his tongue only flicked over my clit before he pulled back, blowing cool air over the damp area, sending a pleasant shiver through me. “Talk to me, baby. Tell me how good it feels.” 

I whimpered softly, not trusting my voice. This was completely new to me. Normally, sex was quiet. Rushed. A means to an end. But Ethan was making things sit and simmer in a way I’d never experienced before. And as nervous as I was, I didn’t want him to stop. 

My hips twitched, aching for more, but he stayed still. Watching. Waiting. I knew I had to give him something before he would continue. “Feels… amazing,” I choked out, forcing myself to speak for him. 

A low sound rumbled from his chest as Ethan went right back in. Without another word, his mouth was on me. Tongue sliding and flicking. Lips sucking and brushing right where I needed them. My pussy was being sloppily devoured with undeniable hunger. 

I had to slap my hand over my mouth to muffle all the sounds that spilled out as he worked. Every little moan, gasp, and breathless whimper. 

He didn’t stay put. He was everywhere. Mouth sucking and tasting every part of me. Like he was using his tongue to memorize the shape, dips, and folds. Ethan was being thorough, and instead of my nerves building, I was more turned on than ever. 

As he zoned in on my clit again my head tipped back, eyes squeezing shut. My body shook as I really took in what he was doing to me. Tongue lapping and teasing my throbbing heat just right. The lewd sound of him sucking and letting my nub lightly pop from between his lips before going right back in. Ethan’s perfect, confident mouth was driving me insane. Turning me into a mess right there on the living room couch until I was teetering on the edge of bliss. 

He didn’t let up for even a second, his hands holding my trembling thighs open as they uncontrollably tried to clamp together. My body was moving on its own, hips rolling against his mouth and earning a quiet groan from the man. Before I knew it, that tight, boiling heat that built in my core was becoming unbearable. There was no holding it back as it tipped and I was hit with wave after wave of euphoria. 

My elbow gave in as my back arched from the couch. My whole body tensing as Ethan licked me through every powerful surge. It wasn’t until I went limp into the cushions under me that I noticed how sweaty my skin was. 

As my orgasm subsided, reality eased back in. The only sound in the room was the TV, still playing in the background, and Ethan’s mouth coming off me with a soft smack. I pushed myself up just in time to see how slick and soaked his chin was before he wiped it away, leaning back into the couch with a long sigh. 

He sat so casually, legs spread and licking what was left of me off his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good.” Ethan mumbled, seemingly unbothered by the thick outline straining against those basketball shorts. Even with nerves trying to overtake me, it was the only thing I could concentrate on. 

It wasn’t enough. I needed to see more. To feel more. 

Without giving myself a chance to overthink it, I slipped off the couch and positioned myself on my knees between his legs. A dark wet spot was left on the cushion, showing just how messy things had already gotten. 

“Woah, Mrs. Em,” I looked up and noticed how wide his eyes were as he gazed down at me, hands coming to my shoulders as I tugged my shirt back down to cover what I could. “You… uh… you don’t have to.” 

A little smile played on my lips as I reached for the elastic of his shorts. “Why wouldn’t I? We’re already this far.” The comfort and playfulness in my tone surprised even me. But, I really didn’t want this to end. Not yet. 

There was something about the way his cheeks flushed slightly as my fingers dipped into the waistband of those shorts. For once that night, Ethan looked cute sitting there a little flustered under my hands. “You didn’t think you were getting all the fun, did you?” I asked, tugging his shorts down slowly in the front. 

A small chuckle rumbled above me and Ethan shifted, sitting more upright before he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off swiftly. Fuck, he looked good enough to eat. All that muscle and sun-kissed skin right in front of me as he leaned back once more, draping one arm lazily over the back of the couch. “Guess not,” he answered, his stare dark and heavy. 

Ready for more. 

He even lifted his hips, expecting me to keep going. And I did. Slowly, pulling those shorts down, my fingers catching the band of his underwear on the way. The moment his cock popped out I was mesmerized. Long. Thick. Swollen with a dot of precum already leaking out. Perfect and framed by short, dark stubble right above the base. 

Instantly, my mouth was dripping. Thankfully, I was somewhat practiced in giving head. Christopher enjoyed a good blowjob here and there but this was going to be different for many reasons. 

Kneeling in front of him, admiring his pretty cock, Ethan reached down and took hold of himself, playfully tapping the tip against my slightly parted lips. A low hum rumbled through him as he pressed it more firmly to my mouth. “I bet I’ll cum as soon as I see your lips stretched around me,” he admitted. “God… I can’t believe this is actually happening.” 

That was enough to push me forward. I opened my mouth and let the head of his cock slip in. Gradually, I took more, feeling how heavy he was on my tongue. He throbbed, somehow seeming to grow thicker as I made sure to soak every inch. There was no way I could fit all of him but I took as much as I could until I gagged softly around his length. 

”Oh, shit,” Ethan hissed, threading his fingers through my hair before firmly holding it out of my face. “I’m seriously not gonna last long.” His voice was already breathy, and when I looked up, my eyes met his half-lidded greens. 

He meant it. But I was still going to give him my best. 

Making sure my mouth was nice and wet for him, I started bobbing my head while I sucked gently. As my tongue began sliding and circling him, I felt his grip on my hair tighten. “Mmm… yeah… just like that,” he mumbled above me, bucking his hips to sink slightly deeper between my lips. Though it made me choke softly, I didn’t stop him. My hands rested on his strong thighs while Ethan gripped the base of his cock where my mouth couldn’t reach. 

It wasn’t long before his breaths were coming out choppier. Needier. His hips rolled up, searching for whatever pleasure he could find. Through soft gags, I kept licking over his smooth skin, tasting him. My head bobbed until Ethan’s hold on my hair forced me to stay still. That’s when he started fucking into my mouth with a slow, steady rhythm. 

A soft groan escaped me as I relaxed my throat and took him. The sound of his ragged breaths and the way he used me sparked that heat between my legs instantly. Soon, his thrusts were turning rougher, more jerky. Offbeat and frantic. I turned my eyes up to watch him and saw how his head lay back against the couch, his big hand dragging over his own chest. 

The sight alone was intoxicating.  

“Oh my god…” he let out a breathy growl, thrusting harder, deeper, and messier. “Gonna cum down your fucking throat,” Ethan spoke through his teeth, voice low and strained. My fingers dug into his thighs as I took him, trying to focus on how my tongue moved against his throbbing cock. Thankfully, just a few seconds later, he pushed deep inside, muscles tensing. His hips trembled as hot ropes of cum shot straight to the back of my throat. 

With a soft whimper, I stayed in place and did my best to swallow everything he gave me. When he finally pulled out, I coughed and took in a few deep breaths. “Shit… you good?” Ethan asked, stroking his spit-slicked, softening dick once right in front of my face. 

I nodded, turning to grab my drink from the table. As I soothed my throat with the chilled cocktail, I pushed his hand away and wrapped mine around it, stroking slowly. 

Ethan leaned forward, reaching past me to get his own glass. For a moment, we were quiet. Refueling in a way. Both of us glanced nervously at the archway leading to the hallway and stairs. But everything was nice and quiet. Julian was likely long gone in his bed, destined to sleep late into the morning. 

Letting out a long breath after finishing half his drink, he placed it back on the table. My hand still moved as I sipped more. I wasn’t sure of what would happen next, only that I didn’t want whatever this was to end yet. Just from sucking him off my pussy was already throbbing, hot and dripping. 

And his dark, heavy gaze did nothing to help. “You touching me like that is making me wanna bend you over the coffee table,” Ethan admitted almost too easily. 

“God, Ethan,” I laughed even as heat coiled through my body. “You’ve got a filthy mouth.” 

“You gonna get onto me with your hand around my cock?” 

He had me there. Even as he called me out, I kept stroking, thumb dragging over the swollen tip of his cock. Already hardened and heavy in my palm all over again. I rolled my eyes but never stopped. Not until Ethan firmly grabbed my wrist. “You want it, right?” he asked bluntly. 

My back straightened a little as our eyes met. He was so full of smoldering heat, like he hadn’t just exploded in my mouth. 

“Y-yeah. I want it,” the answer slipped out before I could even think, my grip squeezing him a little tighter. 

Ethan leaned in close, our noses just barely brushing. “Then turn around and stick that pretty ass out for me.” 

His simple command had my cheeks on fire. I shouldn’t let him talk to me like that but we were already too deep and it felt too good. So, I did as I was told. Letting go of his cock, setting my glass aside, and turning to brace myself on the smooth surface of the coffee table. I could hear Ethan slide off the couch behind me, his hands grabbing my hips and pulling them back before he pushed one hand against my lower back, forcing me to arch for him. 

“There we go… perfect,” he murmured, his palm staying pressed to the curve of my back. With the other, he gave my ass a quick, sharp slap before sliding it away. The air around us was thick with sex and anticipation. Then I felt the warm head of his dick pressing between my soaked, waiting folds. 

I expected him to push right in, but instead he paused, slowly rubbing my entrance with the head of his cock. “Let me ask you something,” he said from behind me. “Am I bigger than him?” 

A shaky laugh rolled off my tongue as I rolled my eyes. Of course he would ask something like that. “…Yes. You are.” 

“How much?” 

“Ethan… do you really-“ 

“It matters,” his voice was firm. There was no getting around this without an answer. 

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, I gave in. “You’re a lot bigger. And thicker.” 

I heard him hum like he was really thinking it over. Then he pushed forward, just slightly, his thick tip beginning to stretch me open. “Then I’ll go slow and let you get used to it,” he said, his thumb rubbing soft circles against my back. 

At first, I wanted to tell him he didn’t have to worry about going slow. That I could take it. But my voice caught in my throat as he began sinking into me, inch by inch. Ethan felt even bigger as my walls stretched open around him. Almost like he wouldn’t fit at all. 

“Goddamn, you’re tight,” his voice, though low, shook as he spoke. I could hear the restraint threaded through his words. Still he was careful, gradually filling me until his hips pushed against my ass. 

“Fuck,” I whimpered, letting my forehead rest against the smooth, polished wood under me. 

Ethan stayed still, giving my body a chance to adjust. His hand pressed heavily on my lower back again. “That’s it, baby. Keep that arch,” I could hear the smirk in his tone. Like he was so proud of himself. “You’re doing great.” 

After a few long moments, I lifted my head and peered at him over my shoulder. Confidence. Smug. Just what I expected to see looking back at me. “Just fuck me already,” it didn’t come out as sharp as I wanted, but the gleam in Ethan’s eye told me I’d struck the right nerve. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

With that, he carefully pulled out a few inches before easing right back in. The first few thrusts were painfully slow but undeniably nice. Every long drag of his girth rubbed spots I’d never even felt before. I had to swallow my moans, especially when Ethan picked up the pace, fucking into me hard enough to make our skin slap together lewdly. 

He kept a steady pace, fucking into me rhythmically. Never missing a beat. I could have never kept that going, not as long as he did. Not with how deep he was, making my legs tremble with every stroke. 

As I braced myself on the table his big palm slipped over my mouth firmly, muffling the moans that spilled from my mouth. I never expected Ethan to be so bold. So quick to step up and take full control over my body. 

Satisfied with the pace he found, Ethan fucked me like he had all the time in the world. Not too slow, not too fast. Just a relentless pace that was breaking my world apart, piece by piece. His choppy, heavy breathing behind me made me tighten around him. 

It shouldn’t feel this good, letting myself be taken by my son’s best friend. Letting him fuck me over the coffee table in the home I created with my husband. So much time and effort being thrown away. 

And it felt so damn good. 

There was no hiding it, either. My smothered moans gave away exactly what he was doing to me. 

“Yeah? You like that, don’t you?” Ethan grunted, his hand tightening over my mouth. “Like getting dicked down in the middle of your living room… while I keep you from waking up the whole neighborhood.” His hips slammed into me harder as if to drive his point home. He kept that rougher pace, too. Hips slapping against my ass shamelessly, drowning out the sound of the TV. 

There was nothing I could do but cry out into his hand. Sex had never been so intense. So raw and filthy. 

But just when I thought he would keep going till I fell apart, he slowed to a stop and pulled out completely. Leaving my lips parted, mid-moan, against his palm. My eyes widened as I twisted to look at him, a complaint on my tongue as his hand slid from my mouth. Ethan was flushed and panting softly, eyes still dark with hot desire. “Get on your back,” he directed with a smirk spreading on his mouth. “I wanna see your tits bounce while I fuck you.” 

“H-huh?” He had to be joking, I even laughed a little. But his confidence didn’t falter. No, he meant it. “Now you know there’s no way I’m getting my fat ass on that table.” 

His chuckle was clipped as his hand dragged from my lower back to the swell of my hip, squeezing roughly. His heavy gaze running over every curve of my body like a challenge he couldn’t wait to tackle. “I can put you up there if you want.” 

As I turned to face him, still on my knees, I rolled my eyes. “Really, Ethan?” 

“Hell yeah. Come on. This thing’s sturdy,” he teased, patting the table behind me. “Plus, you got time to replace it before Mr. Em gets back if we break it, right?” 

It was annoying how easily I was swayed by him. “You’re ridiculous,” I mumbled, glancing back at the table and wondering if it would really hold up. 

“Maybe. But I’m also fun,” he retorted smoothly, leaning back slightly to give me more space. “Now get your big, sexy ass on the table.” 

Part of me really wanted to push back. But the louder side was absolutely melting and my body was already moving. Carefully I pushed myself up onto the table, mindful of the glasses, sitting first to test the legs. Once I felt secure, I lay back and propped myself up on my elbows. 

Ethan hummed as he pushed my knees apart and slipped between them. With his hands gripping my legs, he pulled my body closer, putting me right where he wanted. “Mmm. Yeah… this is much better,” it almost came out as a whisper as his hands ran up my legs, fingers catching the hem of my shirt as he pulled it up over my chest. Leaving it bunched above my breasts with a firm hold. 

With his free hand wrapped around the base, Ethan rubbed his cock between my folds. My hips twitched when his warm tip rubbed over my clit, slick with my own arousal. As he sank into me, filling me fast and deep, his eyes drifted up and down my body like he couldn’t get enough. And it was all on display, just for him. 

“God fuck… you’re big,” I whimpered, clenching around him for a moment. 

Ethan leaned over, casting a shadow over me as his hips slowly began moving. Building up to the pace we had both been enjoying so much. “That’s what I like to hear, baby.” A cocky smirk played on his lips. “Keep saying shit like that, and I’m not gonna pull out.” 

My breath caught when his sly words hit low, sinking straight to my core. “Oh, shut up,” I shot back halfheartedly, giving his chest a slight push. 

“You don’t mean that,” he chuckled, leaning into the palm of my hand, thrusts growing faster and somehow deeper. “Say you don’t like my dirty talk and I’ll stop. Bet you won’t.” 

Without giving me time to respond, Ethan slammed into me. A sharp gasp slipped out and I was just barely able to stifle the moan coming right behind it. Towering over me, he kept that brutal intensity, every thrust deeper and harder than the last. The position was perfect. Every roll of his hips landed just right, sending a blissful heat surging through me until my legs tingled, numb and trembling with pleasure. 

Using my palm to catch the lewd sounds that escaped me, I gazed up at him, marveling at how stunning he looked. Hair sticking to his sweaty temples. Muscles flexing with every move. Flushed from all the effort he put into fucking me.

And he didn’t stop. 

I lost track of time, but I know Ethan went longer than Christopher had in years. By the time I felt myself on the edge of falling apart, we were both sweating and breathless. His one hand still fisted my shirt above my bouncing boobs while the other was braced against the table beside me. 

The sounds coming out of me grew louder no matter how hard I tried to quiet them. Both hands pressed over my mouth as my back arched and body shook. Then everything came to a head, that heat in my core bursting, flooding through me in a rush of raw, overwhelming ecstasy. 

I tensed all over, muffling a scream into my palm as I rode my orgasm out around his cock. Ethan’s rhythm faltered. His thrusts turned erratic. Desperate. As I came down, slumping against my coffee table, he used my tired body exactly how he needed. Just when I thought he might make good on his promise, he slammed in deep one last time before quickly pulling out, his hand stroking himself furiously until he started spilling hot cum across my stomach, tits, and the drenched heat between my thighs. 

Just like that, it was over. 

Reality flooded over me like ice water. Ethan let me go and reached over to grab his forgotten shirt. “Sorry ‘bout the mess,” he offered a charming little smile as he wiped himself clean before doing the same for me. Carefully mopping up what was left behind from what we’d just done. 

Sitting up slowly when he finished, my t-shirt falling back over me, I watched as he pulled his shorts back on. “It’s fine. I’ll wash that,” I offered, too casually, getting up and grabbing the soiled shirt to go straight to the laundry room. 

I couldn’t believe myself. Crossing such a line with Ethan, of all people. A man so young and close to our family. My heart pounded at the thought of anyone finding out. 

But before I could hide away and clean up the evidence, Ethan caught my wrists in a firm but careful hold. “Hey… You okay, Mrs. Em?” 

Gripping his shirt way too tightly, I sighed and shook my head. “No… not really.” 

His thumb drew small circles against my wrist as he pulled me closer. “Come here. Don’t run off,” Ethan patted the spot beside him. “It’s gonna be okay. No one has to know. I promise… I’ll keep my mouth shut.” 

For a few seconds, I considered his words. In the end, I couldn’t resist a little comfort and sat beside him. Ethan didn’t miss a beat as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him and holding me. Giving me exactly what I needed right then. 

That was where we stayed, on the couch wrapped up in one another while talking softly with the sound of the TV taking over the room once more. Around four in the morning, I shooed Ethan upstairs and sent him to Julian’s room. 

Then I cleaned. His shirt was thrown directly in the washer. Scrubbing where that wet spot had dried and slightly discolored the couch cushion. Wiping the coffee table down more than once. Washing the glasses with our half-finished cocktails. I didn’t sleep a wink. Just stayed up and made sure to have a hot breakfast ready by the time the boys woke up. 

I’ve seen Ethan since then and, so far, it's been normal. Everything fell right back into place like nothing happened at all. He still shows up for dinner most nights and treats me like I’m nothing more than his best friend’s mother. 

That might be the worst part, how easy it is to pretend. 

But the way his eyes have been burning a hole through me tells a different story altogether. 

One only meant for the two of us.