Chapter 9: The accident
It had been several hours since Chelsea had rushed off to work unexpectedly, and Sarah, still nude, remained sleeping in her bed soundedly.
The room was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from the faint glow of the moon shining through the windows. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cum, and the musky aroma of their bodies. Sarah's hair was still damp from their earlier encounter, her body a sticky mess of wetness and sweat.
Chelsea, knowing her often traveling husband Sam was away on business, had let Sarah stay over while she whisked off to a late night shift. But travel plans had changed, and Sam unlocked the door in the middle of the night, relieved to be home 2 days early.
He quietly entered the dark house, eager to climb into his own bed.
As he climbed the stairs to his and Chelsea’s bedroom , he felt a sense of relief wash over him to finally be home.
as he entered the room, he immediately caught the aroma of sex. Chelsea was often known to self pleasure, and she must have had herself a fun pleasurable evening - he thought to himself to a smile. He had always been turned on by Chelsea’s openness to self pleasure.
Her vivacious spirit and adventurous nature were what attracted him to her in the first place, and suspecting that she had been surround by that self pleasure earlier that night only fueled his growing cock. He kicked off his clothes, leaving them scattered haphazardly on the floor, and slipped between the cool sheet, feeling the dampness that had seeped into it throughout the night.
He found a warm figured in a deep sleep, still naked, her body cuddled up. His heart skipped a beat as he realized the figure (who he thought was Chelsea) was naked, turning him on further. He traced the lines of her back with his eyes, the curves and valleys in her muscle's like a roadmap to paradise. Despite it being nearly pitch black, he was excited to touch his wife.
"Fuck, chels," he said softly, his voice husky with desire. His hand snaked down to his cock, hardening under the strokes of his own grip. He had never seen her like this before, so vulnerable and open, and it was driving him wild.
Sarah murmured softly in her sleep, her form shifting under his gaze, totally unaware of the new body in the bed that was touching her.
Sam, unable to make out the figure in the dark, began to fondle Sarah’s body, thinking it was Chelsea.
His hand found Sarah’s breast, cupping it firmly and tweaking her nipple gently. Sarah murmured again, this time a bit more awake, but slipped back to her peaceful slumber, feeling a warmth grow inside of her.
Sam’s hand trailed downwards, finding Sarah’s stomach, her hips and thighs. He turned her over to face him, gently pulling the covers down from her breasts. If it weren’t for the long night of travel, he may have noticed the woman was not his wife, as Sarah was a full cup size bigger. Sam’s hands continued to roam.
the smell of sex in the room, combine with Sarah’s body heat was too much for Sam, he pulled out his Now rock cock, spooning her and pushing it between her thighs - still fully thinking this was Chelsea - as he began to probe her soaking pussy.
“I want you.” Sam muttered to the woman he thought was his wife.
“mmm i want you too.” Sarah muttered in her sleep, unaware of Sam’s presence, but horny, hungry for the touch of another body. She felt Sam’s fingers trace more intimately along her body, balls teasing her pussy, sending delightful shocks through her.
Sam gasped at Sarah's response, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, and he was rock hard, ready to take her. He could feel the moisture of her vagina, she was incredibly wet, and he couldn't hold back for a moment longer.
Sam pushed inside her, groaning with pure pleasure as he slid deep. His hands gripped her hips, and he began to thrust with all the pent-up energy of a long night away from home.
Sarah stirred, her body reacting to the intrusion of a man. Her mind was still in the haze of sleep, but her body knew exactly what was going on. She felt him enter her, and she gasped, her own juices coating his shaft as he penetrated her. In the haziness of her sleep she moaned in pleasure.
“Mmm fuck.” Sam muttered softly as he began to slowly fuck Sarah’s pussy bare from a spooning position, still thinking he was in bed with his wife, despite it actually being Sarah.
Sarah's mind was still foggy with sleep, but her body was wide awake now, feeling every thrust of Sam's cock inside her. She gasped as he filled her up completely, his thickness stretching her walls and making her moan with pleasure.
Sam's hand reached down to Sarah's clit, massaging it in slow circles as he continued to thrust into her from behind. Sarah's legs instinctively wrapped around Sam's hips, pulling him deeper inside of her.
Thinking she was lost in a wonderful sex dream, Her mind in a haze of pleasure and confusion as she unknowingly was being filled by her best friend's husband. Sam's fingers kept massaging her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
“Mmm Chelsea your pussy feels extra wet today babe.” Sam muttered in Sarah’s ear.
, praising her wetness, while he still thought she was his wife. His slippery cock slid in and out of Sarah’s pussy, her wetness dripping down to her thighs, lubricating him further.
“Mmm chels oh my god I’m close.” Sam moaned again. “Chelsea baby.”
with that, Sarah awoke fully.
Her mind tried catch up with what was happening. She looked up at the man lying beside her, his eyes shut tight in pleasure.
She gasped when she realized with complete clarity that it wasnt a dream - it was Chelsea’s husband Sam who was thrusting into her right now. Sam was fucking her.
Fuck. The weight of the reality settled over her, and Sarah froze, her eyes wide with horror.
She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe. The fear of what would happen next choking her. Sam continued fucking Sarah, moaning Chelsea’s name, totally unaware it wasn’t his wife he was balls deep in.
Sarah lay there frozen, tears streaming down her cheeks as she felt each thrust of his cock inside her. She couldn't believe what was happening - her best friend's husband was fucking her, and she didn't even have the strength to push him off.
"Oh god, Chelsea! I missed you so much." Sam moaned, his hips slapping against Sarah's ass with each thrust. "I love you so much, babe."
His words stabbed Sarah like a knife, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted to scream, to push him off, to tell him to stop. She had no idea what to do. Stopping him meant exposing that she and had Chelsea had slept together. Yet letting Sam continue to fuck her may only ruin her relationship with her best friend she had recently fucked.
as Sarah tried to decide what to do, Sam still fucked her deep and softly. Slowly, she began to give in to the pleasure of his cock. She couldn't stop thinking about the fact that it was her best friend's husband inside her, but her body betrayed her, letting out soft moans as he filled her up.
Sam began dirty talking softly as his pace quickened, feeling his orgasm mounting.
“oh fuck, Chels. Your pussy has never felt this fucking good.” He moaned.
“You feel so fucking gooooood. Your pussy feels like heaven baby. Thank God I came home from my trip two days early.”
The fear and horror in Sarah's eyes was soon replaced with a flood of pleasure as she felt Sam's cock inside of her, filling her up completely. Her mind was still torn between pushing him away and letting him continue, but her body had already made its decision - submitting to the raw pleasure brought by Sam's sex.
She moaned softly, her own thighs damp with her wetness, as she felt her orgasm slowly building inside of her.
Sam couldn't contain his excitement any longer, and he cried out as he came deep inside Sarah. Trembling in pleasure, he felt warmth spreading from his core and filling Sarah up with his ejaculation. He collapsed still spooning her, not realizing that he had just cheated on his wife. Sarah felt her own orgasm mount at the exact same moment.
It was like a tidal wave of pleasure took over her body, starting at the tips of her toes and rippling upwards, sending shocks of pure pleasure through her limbs.
Sam still spooning her rubbed her stomach as he felt he cock soften, his cum spilling out of her. “I hope you took your birth control.” He whispered, trying to catch his breathe, totally unaware he had just fucked Sarah - not his wife Chelsea. As Sarah came down from her own orgasm, felt tears streaming down her face as Sam pulled out of her, not knowing what to say or do.
She couldn't believe what just happened. Sarah felt like she was stuck in a nightmare, and she didn't know how to escape it.
Sam still thinking Sarah was Chelsea, looked down at her and said softly, "God, I missed you so much." He then rolled over and was soon asleep. Sarah lay there in disbelief, her mind racing with emotions. She didn't know what to do - should she tell Sam the truth, or should she keep it to herself and never mention it again?
She lay there in the darkness, feeling the guilt of knowing she'd slept with Chelsea's husband, and the fear of telling Sam, the terror that he might never forgive her, that Chelsea might never forgive her. She felt tears streaming down her cheeks, the salty taste coating her lips as the weight of what she'd done grew heavier and heavier on her shoulders.
She finally gave in to the tears, the grief overwhelming her. She cried until there were no more tears left, the sobs echoing through the dark room.
The enormity of what had happened weighed heavy on her. She felt violated, betrayed, and ashamed. Yet her body felt so good after the soft fucking she just received.
She looked over at the sleeping Sam, looking at his naked body, his softened cock still glistening with a mixture of his cum and her pussy juice. While she felt ashamed,
She couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure wash over her once again as she remembered the feeling of his thickness inside her. She reached down to touch herself, her fingers tracing the same path that Sam's had taken just minutes ago.
She moaned softly, her fingers slipping inside her easily, still wet from Sam. She imagined it was still him inside her, fucking her slowly and deeply. Her best friends husbands cum was leaking from her. Despite her fear, she couldn’t deny the taboo turned her on even further.
She began to touch herself as she thought about Sam fucking her again. She worked her cunt, pushing Sam’s cum back up into her pussy. She imagined what it would be like if Sam were to wake up right now and catch her touching herself, stroking her pussy like a horny fucking teenager.
She moaned softly, the thought fueling her desires, sending her closer and closer to another orgasm.
Her finger plunged deeper inside of her, and she opened her legs wider, as if inviting him to watch her. To fuck her again.
She didn't know what was wrong with her - how could she be so aroused after what just happened? Was she a slut for wanting more?
In the depths of her guilt, Sarah wasn't sure.
Feeling trapped, Sarah closed her eyes, allowing the feeling of shame to wash over her. She was not prepared for what had happened, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. Try as she might, the image of Sam's muscles tightening as he came inside her kept her thoughts from wandering. She moaned again, her finger working harder, faster. She imagined his hands on her hips, his breath hot on her neck. She stared down at his naked sleeping body as she tried to decide what to do while she fingered herself. In that moment she decided what she was going to do. She had to tell him.
as she was about to wake him, she heard the garage door open. Chelsea was home.
Sarah felt a sense of panic wash over her as she heard the sound of the garage door opening. She quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy, her heart racing as she wondered what to do next. She couldn't let Chelsea find her like this, naked in bed with her husband.
Sarah scrambled thru Chelsea’s closet desperately trying to find something to cover herself up. She found a skimpy very low cut high rise white satin robe - she recognized it as what Chelsea had worn the morning of her wedding, an ironic sexy item to wear in the moment.
Sarah quickly slipped into the robe, tying the sash loosely around her waist and making sure to pull the hem low enough to cover her exposed flesh.
Chelsea, fresh from work, walked upstairs the bedroom, her tired from her overnight shift. She froze in shock as she saw Sarah, her friend, standing there in her own white satin robe she had worn for her wedding, her hair tousled and her eyes swollen with tears.
"Sarah? What's going on?" Chelsea asked, stepping forward cautiously.
It had been several hours since Chelsea had rushed off to work unexpectedly, leaving Sarah, still nude, remained sleeping in her bed soundedly.
Sarah, now wearing the white satin robe that belonged to Chelsea, looked up at her friend with a tear-streaked face, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"Chelsea, I need to talk to you. Something happened. Something really bad." she whispered.
Chelsea's eyes widened in concern, she gently squeezed Sarah's shoulder, as both women stood outside the bedroom.
“what happened Sar? Why are you wearing my robe?”
Chelsea asked, a frown creasing her brows.
"I'll explain everything, I promise," Sarah whispered, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill over again. "But first, we need to talk about what happened while you were gone."
Chelsea's frown deepened, her eyes darting between Sarah and the open bedroom door behind them. "What do you mean, what happened? What could possibly have happened in just a few hours?" she whispered back.
Sarah took a deep breath and steeled herself for the confession that would change everything between her and Chelsea.
"Chelsea, I know this is going to be hard for you to hear, but I think it's important that I tell you the truth," she said, her voice stronger now.
"What is it, Sarah?" Chelsea asked, her voice trembling with worry.
"While you were gone, Sam came home " Sarah blurted out, the words spilling from her lips in a rush.
Chelsea's eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth as she took a step back. "What? Early? He caught you?” Chelsea’s eyes narrowed, her voice rising with serious concern.
“Worse. So much worse,” Sarah sighed, lowering her eyes. “I couldn’t stop him in time….i woke up. He thought I was you. I woke up and he was fucking me. Whispering your name. I couldn’t stop it. After he just passed out. He still doesn’t know.”
Chelsea took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. It had been a long night, between work and the unexpected turn of events at home. Now she noticed the cum running down Sarah’s thigh. Horror crossed her face.
"Oh my God, Sarah! He thought I was you?! What the fuck happened?!" Chelsea whispered intensely, grabbing Sarah's arm and peaking into the bedroom.
The room was still dimly lit by the moonlight, revealing Sam's naked form sleeping peacefully on the bed.
"I don't know what to do, Chels," Sarah cried, holding onto Chelsea's arm for support. "I froze when I realized what was happening. I couldn't push him off of me.
I was so shocked and scared, I just lay there and let it happen." Sarah sobbed, burying her face in her hands.
Chelsea's mind whirled with a thousand thoughts and emotions. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her husband, Sam, had mistakenly slept with her best friend while he thought she was Chelsea? It was a bizarre and twisted situation, one that left her feeling overwhelmed and powerless.
Chelsea took a deep breathe. She pulled Sarah into a tight embrace, holding her as she cried. "It's okay," she whispered soothingly. “I guess I’m not the only one who cheated with you tonight.” She sighed with brevity.
"I'm sorry, Chels. I didn't know what to do. I was so scared and ashamed, I just lay there and let him finish." Sarah confessed, still crying into her friend's shoulder.
Chelsea gently stroked Sarah's hair, trying to comfort her. "Shhh, it's okay. I understand." she whispered soothingly. Chelsea couldn't believe what had happened. She was torn between feeling angry and hurt over the situation, and feeling guilty over her own indiscretions with Sarah that same night. To make it worse, she could still see her husbands cum running down Sarah’s legs, a drop even landing on her foot.
“and yet you’re still making a mess.” Chelsea teased as she looked down at the cum on her own foot and Sarah’s sticky cummy thighs.
She gently ran her thumb across Sarah's thigh, smearing cum across her skin.
Sarah swayed slightly, leaning into Chelsea's touch, feeling the reminder of Sam's dick inside her sending a hint of pleasure ripping through her.
Chelsea leaned forward and licked the cum from Sarah's thigh, a small sound of pleasure escaping Sarah's lips. They shared a look, their eyes darkening with lust.
"I guess we're both in this hot sticky mess.” Chelsea whispered seductively, making Sarah shiver at the sound of her voice, sticky the cummy finger in her own mouth.
"You taste like him." Chelsea murmured. "Like my husband."
Sarah groaned at the words, feeling a jolt of desire run through her body. "Chelsea, we can't," she protested weakly, even as her hands came up to tangle in Chelsea's hair.
"Yes we can," Chelsea said, her voice thick with desire. "You want to." She leaned closer to Sarah, their lips brushing in a soft, teasing kiss.
Sarah couldn't help but respond to the kiss, her own lips parting and her breath hitching in her throat.
"Chelsea, we can't," Sarah protested again, but her voice was weaker now, barely above a whisper. "Your husband."
"Is sound asleep," Chelsea murmured, her fingers tracing patterns on Sarah's thigh. "I say we wake him up….together.”
Chelsea said, her voice thick with lust.
She pulled back and looked at Sarah, their eyes locked in a heated gaze.
Sarah couldn't believe what she was hearing, but her body was already responding to the suggestion. She could feel herself getting wet at the thought of being with both Chelsea and Sam.
She had never considered a threesome before. But now the thought was making her wet. “Really?” Sarah whispered. “Are you sure?”
Sarah asked, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and fear. Despite the shock of the situation, the taboo arousal that had started to well up inside her when Sam mistook her for Chelsea was soon overtaking her again, as she imagined what it would be like to be with both of them.
Chelsea nodded, her eyes filled with desire. “Yes, I’m sure. I mean why the hell not - his cum is leaking out of you anyway…” She leaned in and kissed Sarah again, harder this time, her tongue exploring Sarah’s mouth as she slipped a hand under the robe and cupped Sarah’s breast.
Sarah felt herself getting sopping wet as Chelsea’s fingers found her erect nipple and pinched it firmly. She moaned into Chelsea’s mouth as Chelsea ground her hips into hers, pressing their mounds together.
Chelsea released the breast and grabbed Sarah’s arm, turning her around roughly so that she faced the bed. “Come on,” Chelsea growled, pulling Sarah towards the bedroom door where inside Sam was sleeping by her arm. “Let’s go fuck my husband.” Sarah, still wearing Chelsea's robe, looked over her shoulder at her friend, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. “Are you sure?” she asked again, her voice shaking.
Chelsea gave her a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. “Absolutely,” she said, opening the bedroom door with a flourish.
The room was dimly lit, but Sarah could still see Sam lying there in the bed, naked and unmoving.