My Best Friend Finally Fucked Me Raw After My Husband Cheated [F32/Female] [M32/Male] [Best Friends to Lovers] [Cheating Husband Revenge] [Rough Sex] [Multiple Creampies] [Passionate Dirty Talk] [Emotional Release]
Here is the complete, natural, and highly erotic English translation of the new version you just sent. I kept all the emotional depth, the dirty talk, the vulgarity, and the intense sensory details while making the language flow perfectly for an English-speaking audience:
From the very first day of high school, Andrés was my shadow, my laughter, my confessor. I was the flat-chested, awkward girl with messy hair and slightly crooked teeth. He was the tall, gangly boy who walked like he was always in a hurry to get nowhere, but he always found time to make me laugh until my stomach hurt. We went through adolescence together: me telling him about my first periods, him confessing how his hands trembled the first time he kissed a girl. I fell in love with an idiot from the football team, and he hooked up with my cousin... that little slut with tiny tits who only wanted to brag that she had fucked the best friend of the “flat fat girl.” But Andrés never looked at me the way the other boys did. When my breasts suddenly grew out of nowhere that summer... two heavy, round melons that bounced with every step and made the boys trip over their own tongues... he kept looking me in the eyes. Only in the eyes. And that made me wetter than any dirty compliment ever could.
But Andrés and I were only friends, and I eventually convinced myself that the desire I had felt for him was nothing more than teenage hormonal imbalance.
Time pulled us apart. We went to university. He changed his plans at the last second and left the country. I graduated with a degree in Art History and married a man who seemed perfect: handsome, successful, with a decent cock and zero imagination. But he had an enviable financial position and came from a very good family. All my friends envied me. Alberto, the most eligible bachelor of the season, had chosen me, and of course I said yes... even though deep inside, not all the pieces fit.
Andrés returned years later, transformed into a real man. Tall, broad-shouldered, sharp jaw, black eyes that seemed to know exactly where to touch me even though he had never done it. I was already married. We hugged like always, like old friends, and I felt like I was that flat-chested teenage girl again, ignored by everyone, yet never truly alone because he was always by my side. We were now 32 years old and had known each other since the first stirrings of puberty.
Saying I was happy would be an exaggeration, but the truth is I felt comfortable in my routine. There were no excesses in love or in bed. My husband seemed to measure every word so he would never give me too much. In sex, he only sought me out when necessary.... just enough, nothing more... and he let me spend the money he earned and the money his family gave him on whatever I wanted.
But one day, a WhatsApp message destroyed my world: my husband fucking his secretary in the backseat of the car I had chosen myself. There were screenshots of a conversation with his brother where he said, “I married Lucía because our moms are friends, so my mother would stop bothering me, and besides, you know Sandra would never be accepted, but I love her. She’s the one I love.” And a ton of proof showing that he didn’t even find me pretty... he just tolerated me. Meanwhile, with her he had all the imagination and lust he had never shown me.
I don’t know why, but I thought of my friend.
“Andrés…” my voice broke. “My husband is cheating on me. Please come”
He arrived in less than twenty minutes. Dark suit, loosened tie, smelling of clean wood and man — the very image of success. He hugged me at the door and I collapsed against his chest. I felt his strong arms wrapping around me, his big hands stroking my back, sliding a little lower than a friend should. But I didn’t care. I needed someone to touch me as if I were worth something.
“Shhh, Lu…” he whispered against my hair. “I’m here. Tell me what you need”
What I needed was for him to fuck me until I forgot my own name. I needed someone to look at me with the desire my husband had never felt for me.
I led him to the couch. I poured him whiskey. I told him everything while tears fell onto my breasts, which were clearly visible under the thin shirt I had put on without a bra. Andrés listened in silence, but his eyes no longer stayed only on mine. They dropped. Slowly. As if he finally allowed himself to look at what he had always wanted.
He said, “Let’s go to my place. Your husband might come home and I don’t want him to see you suffering because of him. He doesn’t deserve it”
“You’re too much for that son of a bitch,” he finally said, his voice hoarse. “You always were”
He took my hand, pulled me out of that house, and drove me to his penthouse.
Once we were alone in his apartment, he looked at my tits without any shame.
“Andrés…” I whispered, stepping closer.
“Don’t say anything,” he cut me off. His hand slid up my thigh, slow and possessive. “I’ve spent years imagining how you’d feel under me. Too many fucking years wanting you. My first jerk-off sessions were because of you”
And then he kissed me.
It wasn’t a tender kiss. It was pure hunger. Tongue, teeth, saliva. His big hands grabbed my breasts over the shirt and squeezed them hard, almost with anger. I moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck, Lu…” he growled against my lips. “You have the most delicious tits I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ve always wanted to suck them until you begged me”
He ripped the shirt off in one tug. My heavy breasts bounced free, nipples swollen and dark. Andrés dove in like an animal. He sucked one, then the other, biting, licking, leaving red marks while I arched my back and gripped his hair.
“Harder… bite them, Andrés… ahhh, yes!”
He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and threw me onto the bed in the guest room. He spread my legs without mercy. My pussy was already soaking wet, glistening, lips swollen and red. He lowered his head and ate me like it was his last meal. Flat tongue licking from bottom to top, two thick fingers curling inside me against my G-spot, sucking hard on my swollen clit.
“God… your pussy tastes like fucking heaven,” he growled against my wet flesh. “So wet… so tight… You’ve been saving this for me all these years, haven’t you?”
And I realized that, in a way, it was true. Even though I was a married woman, I had married as a virgin, and my husband could go months without touching me.
I came screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as my juices ran down his chin.
But he didn’t stop.
He stood up, dropped his pants, and his cock sprang free. Thick, veiny, with a swollen purple head shiny with precum. Bigger than I had expected. He looked me in the eyes while stroking himself.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Lu? Say it. I want to hear you beg like the whore you’ve always been in my fantasies”
“Please…” I gasped, spreading my legs wider. “Put that thick cock inside me, Andrés. I want you to wreck my pussy. I want you to fuck me like you hate me for making you wait so long”
He thrust into me with one powerful stroke, all the way to the bottom.
I screamed. He was enormous. He filled me completely, rubbing every sensitive nerve. He started fucking me hard, deep, and savage. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my wet ass filled the room. My tits bounced wildly with every thrust.
“Look at you…” he growled, grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples hard. “These tits bouncing while I destroy your married cunt. You’re mine now. Do you understand? No other man is ever going to touch you again. Only me”
“Y-yes… fuck, yes! Harder… break me, Andrés… I don’t care about anything but your cock”
He put me on all fours. He grabbed my hair like reins and fucked me like an animal. His cock slid in and out, glistening with my juices. He spanked my ass hard, leaving the red imprint of his hand.
“This ass… this pussy… all mine,” he grunted. “Tell me who you belong to”
“To you… I’m your whore, Andrés! Fuck me harder!”
I came for the second time, squeezing his cock so tightly I almost blacked out. He didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my back, spread my legs in a wide V, and kept pounding me while staring into my eyes.
“I want to cum inside you… Will you let me, Lu? I want to fill you until it drips down your legs”
“Yes… fill me… I want to feel you marking me”
He came with a deep animal roar, slamming all the way in. I felt thick, hot jets flooding my womb. He kept moving slowly, pushing every last drop inside me.
We collapsed together, sweaty and panting. His cock was still buried deep inside me, twitching. He kissed my forehead, then my lips, softer this time.
“This wasn’t just one night,” he whispered. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. And now that I have you, I’m never letting you go”
I smiled against his chest, feeling his cum leaking out of my swollen pussy.
“Then fuck me again…” I purred, opening my legs for him once more. “I’m still not full of you”
And that night, Andrés fucked me three more times. In the shower, against the wall, and finally slow and deep, looking into my eyes, whispering how beautiful I was, how much he loved me, how incredible my pussy felt clenching around him as I came for the fourth time.
At dawn, as the sun streamed through the window, he kissed my neck and whispered:
“Divorce him. Come live with me. I want to wake up every single day with these tits in my face and your pussy on my mouth”
And for the first time in my life, I knew exactly what I wanted.
Him.
Only him.
Inside me.
Forever.