I’m not a bad man, really I’m not. But recently I did something which unsettled me greatly. I sort of had non-consensual sex with my wife’s best...friend. I guess it could be called rape in a lot of people’s eyes. Oh, I wasn’t violent; though I sort of forced her (possibly, at first), but it wasn’t with her verbal consent and I did it when she (and I) were under the influence of alcohol. It also revealed to me a slightly darker side to my sexuality and if I was being honest ... and here is the. His tongue tasted a lingering hint of champagne in her mouth. She responded to his kiss with a soft sigh and a caress of his lips with her tongue. She was cool and sweet and delicious, and he wanted more of her.Yvonne began to tease his lips and tongue with her own. She could still taste champagne, but didn't know if it was from him or her. Floating there, relaxing in the heated and bubbling water, she felt completely at ease, having no fears while being held by this man. His lips were sensual. Incredibly I was still trying to read the hot story in the letters magazine, but all I could do was focus on the sentence: "his cock was in heaven, as Mary's warm lips sucked on him, one hand holding and stroking his hard cock, as her other hand massaged his balls and her middle finger fucked up against his aching prostate".It all became a blur as I fucked back and forth, while my erect penis penetrated repeatedly the vibrating fucktoy!I started to feel an intensity like never before, a warm. ” That’s what I said to her even though she was looking at me as if I’d gone off the deep end, and of course, I had.I love you too sweetheart…but…” Before she could finish I bent and kissed her fully. She accepted my kiss and my tongue but when the kiss was over she said, “Honey this is too fast…we have to talk about this…but I have to go to work and…we’ll talk tonight, okay baby?”“Sure mom” was all I could manage as she went to dress for work. A half-hour later she left with a quick goodbye.