My wife's friend

I guess most people would argue I should put this under cheating, and not desire. My partner and I are in an open relationship. However, this happened before that was more or less "set in stone" so to say. Though she already knew of my interest in other women at that time.

I don't remember the year, to be honest. I could look it up from pictures. But it doesn't really matter. We went with a group to stay up north in a Nordic country. Three girls, two guys. The other guy was younger than me and a bit of an innocent person, you know. A little naive, not terribly sure of himself, and not a lot of life experience. Not that that makes him a bad person or anything, he was a good guy. I'm just painting a picture here.

The two other girls were, and still are, friends of my wife. Spoiler alert, we never got to see those Northern lights, it just wasn't in the cards. But we did have a lot of fun in the log cabin up north.

The evenings, were good. The girls made food, I chopped firewood and got the fireplace going. Dinner came with alcohol and it kept flowing after dinner while we played games and talked. One evening, this went on quite late. The younger guy was drunk and tired and decided to go to sleep. My wife went to bed not soon after. And the next one to go was one of the other girls, she was very drunk and not feeling well. It was down to me and one girl.

We kept talking, quieter than earlier in the evening because people were trying to sleep. The younger guy was sleeping on the sofa in the main area (living room / kitchen). She and I were sitting at the dinner table, there was some candle light. We sipped from our glasses and kept talking.

Don't ask me what we were talking about. I'll never remember. On the other hand, I will never forget the kiss. It's probably because we were quite drunk. But it was just pure passion. Desire. We both wanted it. She's a beautiful girl with an absolutely gorgeous body. A great looking sporty Asian if you can picture it. It was like our mouths were unable to disconnect. We kept kissing, and things heated up. Hands started going places. I felt her up all over her body, and she explored mine as well. Of course, I was rock hard, how could I not be. And she discovered that pretty quickly. Rubbing her hands over my pants, and then going in. I couldn't stay behind of course, and got a hand down her pants as well. Earlier that evening we had already gotten into home clothes, so we were wearing trainers which have the nice benefit of easy access. To be honest I don't know if I went for her breasts first, or her pussy. But I played with both while she got my cock out and played with it. This went on for a while. The young guy on the sofa made a few noises in his sleep which made us slow down a bit and check. But then we got right back at it. Mind you, we were still sitting in the main area. It's a log cabin, so there was just a toilet, the main area, and 2 bedrooms. None of the other people were more than 5 meters away from us while we were at it for a long time.

Unfortunately, things came to an end too quickly. I'm sure things would have escalated and maybe we would even have had sex right there. If it had not been for the other friend to stumble out of the bedroom. She was too drunk and didn't feel good. She went to the toilet to throw up. We had no choice but to stop, with my fingers covered in her juices and her hand covered in my precum.

At least once or twice a year I think back of that evening, and I fantasize about what could have happened had things gone differently.

We kept in touch for a while after that. And my wife and I went to visit the two girls several months later (they live in a different country). While we stayed in their place, things between her and me were a bit electric. I think she got a boyfriend at that time. And while the desire ran high, I kept my hands to myself. I remember one evening I went to the bathroom, and as I came back, she was in the hallway. The place they stayed at was tiny. She was standing there, in the dark, right in front of me. Electricity was in the air. She was gorgeous. I hesitated. I wanted to grab her, kiss her, push her against the wall with passion and feel her whole body. But, I didn't. I stepped aside and let her pass. Later, I confessed to her how I felt in that moment. She asked me why I didn't do it, and told me that she wanted that to happen too.

I regret not doing that. But that's life, right? I have a beautiful memory, although far from complete due to the alcohol, of a passionate night with a gorgeous girl, which I will never forget.

She is now married with two children. I have one myself with my wonderful wife. Things turned out well for everyone. But given the chance, I would still love to repeat those moments with her, and more.

Best of luck to you, P. I wish you all the happiness and good fortune with your family. You will never know how special you are to me, and how much I cherish that memory. I can't help but think of you, just a bit, every time I see the Northern lights.