Hank (30 yrs.) and Matt (29 yrs.) are best friends and both serve as wrestling coaches at the college. Matt lost his wife to death a few months ago. They meet up to talk during wrestling practice.
Hank asks, "Have you thought about what I said?"
Matt answers nervously, "Yeah bro, but are you sure it's a good idea?"
"You keep going into a depression Matt. I'm worried bro. This might help you."
"But, is it okay with you Hank? I don't want to fuck up our friendship. Is Mia okay with the idea?"
Hank puts his hand on Matt's shoulder. "Look, if sleeping with my wife gets you out of this slump. I'm okay with it."
Matt says, "You already know, I think Mia's a beautiful woman."
Hank replies, "C'mon bro. I'd rather you than any man. We're like family."
It's Sunday night inside Hank and Mia's (30 yrs.) home bedroom. She is a voluptuous blonde (38-24-36). They're both getting ready for sex. She lays on the bed wearing only red panties. Her big tits shake as she smiles up at her husband. Her blonde hair is tied into a short ponytail. He wears only his basketball trunks and steps over to the dresser drawers. His right hand opens the top drawer and the left hand pulls out a pair of handcuffs.
Just outside the bedroom door in the hallway. Matt stands there in his full body college sweats and a baseball cap. He listens and waits.
Back inside the room. Hank tests the handcuffs for their strength. He smiles, turns around and steps over to the bed. Mia lifts up both arms and her hands grab the headboard bars.
Hank sits on the bed next to her and handcuffs her hands to that headboard.
He asks, "How is that, honey?"
She answers, "It's good," while pulling on the cuffs.
They both look at each other.
"We haven't done this in awhile," she says.
"No, we haven't and I got a surprise," he replies.
She asks, "What surprise, Hank?"
He moves down the bed and then looks into her eyes.
"Do you trust me, honey?" he asks.
She nods her head, "You know I do."
"And, you know I won't hurt you in any way?" he asks.
"Hey, what is this? I know you won't ever hurt me," she replies.
He leans over and kisses her lips gently.
Then, he leans back up and gets serious, "It's about Matt."
She asks, "What about him?"
"Well, he's like a brother to me who is still having a hard time," he replies.
"About his wife dying. I know. It's been two months. He's grieving," she says.
He says quickly, "We can help him. I mean, you can help him."
She asks, "I can. In what way?"
Hank turns his head toward the door, "Hey, Matt. You can come in."
Mia looks at the door. Matt steps inside quietly with a nervous smile.
She looks up, "Oh no Hank. What are you doing?"
He says, "I'm okay with it Mia. He's our good friend. It'll only be this one time."
Mia shakes her head and struggles with the handcuffs. Hank stands up and walks toward the door. He nods at Matt and goes out of the bedroom.
Matt says, "Thanks, brother."
Mia screams, "Hank! You get back here.!!"
Matt steps up to the end of the bed. His right hand reaches up and takes off the baseball cap. It drops to the floor. His hands quickly take off the shoes and socks. He leans up and pulls off his sweat top. He has a hint of 6-pack abdominals and toned shoulder muscles. A line of brown hair runs from his belly button down toward his crotch.
Mia watches him and keeps struggling with those cuffs.
"Matt. Don't you dare come near me," she says sternly.
He takes off his bottom sweats and drops them to the floor too. The blue jockey shorts show his big, round balls and his cock pushes to the left.
She says, "I mean it Matt. You leave me alone."
Matt steps over and sits on the left side of the bed next to her waist.
He says quietly, "Mia, this wasn't my idea." His eyes look from her big tits, to her flat stomach, and to those red panties.
"You're lying Matt. This wasn't Hank's idea," she replies.
He looks into her eyes, "I won't hurt you Mia. I promise."
She replies, "I can't fight you off, but don't do this Matt. I love Hank."
"I know you do," he whispers.
His right hand is gently placed on her stomach over her belly button. He slowly circles that belly.
He asks, "Do you remember the last barbeque of the summer? You wore that bikini? I fought so hard not to stare. It was tough for me in front of my wife."
"I sensed your eyes on me," she replies.
He shakes his head, "I had to cover my trunks with anything. Because my cock was so hard."
"Matt, everything will change if you do this," she says.
He nods his head, "I know. I know. I'm just so damn lonely. I miss a woman's body."
His right hand slowly moves up. He gently grips the bottom of her large right tit. The pink dollar-size areola and nipple point into the air. The fingers slide up to pinch that nipple.
His hand then moves over and does the same thing to her left tit.
Mia's stomach quivers by his soft touch. He's a different male with a different feel. She looks down at his fingers pinching that left nipple.
"Ohh Matt. Please stop," she begs.
Both of his hands grip her tits and he shakes those beautiful nipples side to side.
He says, "Mia, I fantasized about these a lot. My-Fucking-Gawd. Incredible."
His fingers slide up and pinch those nipples gently.
