In all the years that I had known her, I would have never thought our relationship could have veered in that direction. We always said that we were like brother and sister, always joking about how much we didn't like each other. Julia is my best friend's wife. Jason has been my friend ever since I moved to his neighborhood while we were in high school. Alice, my wife, has been friend with Julia almost all her life. Ever since my wife and I moved into town, we reunited with Jason and Julia. Now that we all have kids, not a week or two passes by without seeing one another.
Julia and I, when we joked about not being friends, we always made disgusted faces when friends would tell us to get a room. I always knew she wasn't attracted by my type, but I knew it was only indifference, not disgust. Things started to change a couple of months ago. Julia was having a rough time at work, and being in the same line of work, it was easy for me to understand the kind of stress she was having. Because of that, we had more and more serious conversation about our lives and how we would like for our lives to be easier to manage.
A little less than two months ago, a couple of friends and I were at Julia's house for our bi-weekly role playing game night. We have been playing since we were in high school and now we also play to get away from our grown-ups responsibilities. That night, Julia sat in front of me, across the table. She hadn't taken the time to get changed after getting home from work and was still wearing her sexy, knee-high, low neckline, black dress. It was the second time I saw her in that dress and I loved it. It was revealing enough cleavage to show how amazing her big tits are and was short and tight enough to have me dream of her ass for weeks.
As the evening progressed, we bumped our feet under the table multiple times. Accidentally at first and then the contacts got longer and longer. Her feet were silk smooth and every time we touched, I wanted more. She started to rub her feet along my leg, getting higher and higher every time. She finally decided to lay her foot on my chair, right between my legs. By that time, I had a hard-on, as I hadn't had in quite a long time.
As a new song started playing on the radio, she started to follow the tempo by wiggling her feet, brushing against my crotch every now and then. Every time she touched the fabric of my jeans, which were already too tight for the situation, my cock was pulsating from all the excitement. The fact that we were surrounded by people who couldn't know what was going on under the table was the only thing refraining me of taking her right there on the table. Instead, I decided to discreetly lie back on my chair and press my manhood against her foot. Our eyes immediately locked as she gave me a deep lustful look, quickly suppressing the biting of her lower lip so no one would suspect anything.
