It was a warm Saturday night in September, and my husband had invited his old college buddy, Can, over for drinks and to watch the game. They’d been close for years Can was the best man at our wedding, always around for barbecues and holidays. He’s 36, tall, ruggedly handsome with a thick beard, broad shoulders, and that easy confidence that made me notice him more than I should have. My husband, Emre, is great, but lately our sex life had been routine, and I’d been feeling neglected, horny in ways I couldn’t shake.
I'm sitting at my desk, trying to focus on the pile of work in front of me, but my mind keeps wandering back to my unsatisfying sex life.
I was alone at home, my husband away on a business trip, and I was feeling incredibly horny. The house was empty, and I was bored out of my mind. I decided to call a repairman to fix the air conditioning, which had been broken for days. As I waited for him to arrive, I couldn't help but think about how much I needed to get fucked.