Please give me the support of your vote.
*
She loves him. Tiffany really loves him and he loves her too.
When Tiffany removed her bathrobe he couldn't believe his eyes. As if he was backstage with her in her dressing room or watching her from the audience while she was on stage as a stripper about to mount the pole, she was naked. Tiffany was naked. In that moment, he forgot about Bill, about Linda, and even his name. The only name he knew was Tiffany and Tiffany was naked.
'Fuck me. This is unbelievable,' he said to himself. 'I don't believe this is happening to me. First the wind serendipitously exposes her pussy, her tits, and her ass to me and now she willingly and deliberately exposes her naked body to me by removing her robe. Stuff like this never happens to someone like me. Something like this only happens to me in my dreams and sexual fantasies,' he said to himself while pinching himself to see if he was awake.
Tiffany, his beautiful, black, shapely, friend, the hot, young, sexy wife of his best friend, just removed her bathrobe. Stunned and staring at every naked part of her, he couldn't believe she removed her robe. He couldn't believe she was naked. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe she was standing before him without her clothes. As if he was watching her remove her robe in slow motion, his life at that instant slowed to a crawl.
Nearly as equal to him as her standing there naked, she looked at him as if he was someone important in her life instead of just her horny, next door neighbor. She looked at him as if she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She looked at him in the sexually aroused way that he was looking at her. She looked at him in the way he imagined she looks at her husband, whatever is his name, when about to have sex with him.
Replaying it over in his mind as if he was a film editor watching movie footage one slow moving frame at a time, he watched her reach for her bathrobe tie. As if she was opening an expensive Christmas package, as if she was untying the ribbon of a gift and inside the package was her naked body, he watched her untie her robe. As if she was a stripper on stage doing a slow striptease, he watched her slowly open her robe to reveal her naked body to him. This is a sexual fantasy that he'd have of her when sleeping but he never had one when fully awake.
First he saw her cleavage. Then he saw her flat tummy. Then, he saw her areolas, her nipples, and the entire shape of her beautiful, natural breasts. Finally, he saw her black, trimmed pussy. Lastly, he saw her shapely thighs as her robe slid from her beautiful shoulders to fall to her feet in the way he had already fallen head over heels for her. He couldn't wait to see her naked ass. He wondered if he asked her, if she'd turn around and bend at the waist and touch her toes in front of him. He wondered if he asked her, if she'd give him hot sex. He wondered if from this point on, if she'd clean her kitchen naked. Thinking about asking her to wear the pink, rubber gloves, he'll ask her about wearing them another time.
Seemingly in love with her the first time he saw her, it was right then and right there that he knew he was definitely in love with her. He was in love with Bill's wife. He was in love with Tiffany. No longer caring about Linda, Tiffany is the only woman he wanted in his life.
More than her being naked, she was the woman who he wanted. He loved her for who she is. She's smart, witty, and funny. Even more than that, she's playful, especially when it comes to sex. All the things he doesn't have with Linda but always wished he did, Tiffany is his dream woman, his fantasy woman, and the love of his life all rolled into one woman.
Of course her standing there naked would make him think he was in love with her but he knew he loved her. As if she was making a fashion statement and as if she was wearing an expensive ball gown, how many women look good without their clothes? No woman that he knew looked good naked. Tiffany didn't only look good naked, she looked spectacular without her clothes.
A dream come true and a sexual fantasy realized, something he'll be masturbating over for the rest of his miserable life, Bill's wife was naked. Naked, naked, naked, Tiffany was naked. In all the times he imagined her naked, he imagined her all wrong.
Way better in person than in his sexual fantasies of her, with her tone stomach flatter, her long thighs shapelier, and her breasts bigger, he wished Linda had a body like her body. If Linda remotely looked like Tiffany did naked, he'd be home with her now giving her hot sex instead of sitting next door sexually lusting over Tiffany's naked body. He'd be taking her dancing before having sex. If Linda remotely looked like Tiffany looked naked, never leaving her side and/or her bed, he'd never lust over another woman.
* * * * *
Then, as if he was dreaming, she walked to him naked. Then, as if he was dreaming, she sat on his lap, wrapped her arm around his neck, pressed her breasts against his chest, and gave him a long, wet, passionate kiss. If it wasn't enough that Tiffany was naked, now she was kissing him, French kissing him.
Thinking that the kiss was over when she broke off the kiss, she cradled his face in her soft hands and kissed him again. This time, she kissed him as if she loved him. She kissed him in the way he imagined kissing her. Tiffany kissed him. She really kissed him. Giving him a deep, wet kiss, she French kissed him. Stunned that she kissed him, she kissed him as if he was Bill.
She kissed him in the way that he always wanted to be kissed. She kissed him in the way that he always imagined being kissed when watching a romantic scene in a movie. She kissed him in the way that he wished Linda would kiss him. She kissed him in the way he always wanted to kiss her. Oh, my God, what a kiss, such an incredible, magical kiss. Never has anyone kissed him like that before.
Now, finally, he knows what it's like to be kissed, really kissed. Now after being kissed in that way, he could die happy, only not yet. Before he dies he needs to know what it feels like to have his cock in her hand. Before he dies, he needs to experience her sucking him and really blowing him. Before he dies he wants to know what it's like to be inside of her. Before he dies, he needs to cum in her pussy before cumming in her mouth.
He couldn't believe his friend's hot wife was kissing him, French kissing him. He couldn't believe his friend's hot wife was sitting on his lap naked. He couldn't believe he was sitting in his friend's chair with his friend's naked wife sitting on his lap while she kissed him, French kissed him.
Shocking the shit out of him, with him totally stunned, he was a mere pawn in her game of sexual seduction. Then, as if she could read his mind, she moved his hand to her big breast. Her big nipple impaled the palm of his hand and he couldn't wait to finger it, turn it, and twist it to her sexual delight. With her still kissing him as if he was a soldier going away to war or a sailor having just arrived home from sea, he felt and fondled her big tits in his horny hand while fingering her erect nipples.
My God, totally different than from Linda's flabby tits, Tiffany's breasts were so big and so firm. Sitting up proud, her breasts were so round and shapely. She was as beautiful as Vanessa Williams or Naomi Campbell. She had all natural breasts like Pam Grier's big tits when she was in her prime. She had breasts as full as Beyoncé's, Tyra Banks', and Halle Berry's big tits. Definitely a C cup, she may even be a D cup. Accustomed to feeling Linda's soft and saggy, B cup breasts, Tiffany had real tits, breasts that every man fantasizes about when masturbating themselves. It was so hot to finally feel real tits and even hotter to feel Tiffany's big breasts.
* * * * *
Then, as if what she did by stripping herself naked, sitting on his lap, and kissing him wasn't enough to stun him, what she said next was more powerful than all that she did put together.
