This is a fictional story, but it is based on a friend's real experience: of a night when her husband had too much to drink, and she decided to seduce one of his best friends.
She said she had to tease (almost beg) the friend before he'd act, but once he got started it was like a dam breaking and the waters flooding forth.
She was twenty-six. Her husband & his friend were both twenty-nine at the time (by her estimation). Story is told from the perspective of the husband's lucky friend.
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Ever had a fantasy about a best friend's wife? I imagine most of us have at some point, and it's universally maddening.
I cannot tell you how many times I've seen Courtney in a bikini and been left with a huge erection after letting my gaze linger too long. Or, equally fitting this time of year, seeing her in a summer dress and watching the wind lift if just high enough to catch a glimpse of her favorite panties: cheekies with lace trim.
But, obviously, the most immediate curiosity has to be what Courtney looks like, right?
To my eyes... She's some combination of angelic beauty and demonic temptation.
Long, dirty blonde hair. Hazel eyes that somehow seemed to sparkle in any moment, day or night -- light or dark. Saying you'd lose yourself in her eyes was too easy -- what you'd really lose was the ability to resist the urge to act, but...I'll get to that shortly. Playful lips that often formed even more playful smirks, suggesting she knew how much desire she inspired and relished that men would long for her. Her breasts weren't enormous but they fit her diminutive frame perfectly: full C-cups that she readily flaunted at any and every opportunity.
Her eyes, though. That's what eventually tipped the scales for me. I'd fantasized about her for too long, wanted her body for ages, and...those sultry eyes begged me to take her.
Her husband, John, was a good guy. I liked him, even respected him -- but our friendship couldn't damper my lust for her body.
Last week the three of us were streaming a movie in their condo while enjoying a few drinks. John over-indulged in booze and ended up retiring to their bedroom to sleep off the alcohol before the movie finished.
But...Courtney and I kept watching. As soon as John was gone, though, I found myself watching Courtney
far
more than the movie.
The edge of her pastel-blue summer dress had already risen quite high up her thighs as she lay on the couch next to me. Eventually, I let myself stare a little too long and, as I glanced up from her thighs, I found her eyes watching my own.
She knew I was staring at her, not the movie.
Hell...the movie was paused.
I'd been so lost in thoughts of pushing her dress higher and higher until paradise itself was revealed that I hadn't noticed. But that smirk was back on her lips. That knowing, playful smirk. Remember how I said her eyes were the kind that could make you lose the ability to resist your urges? Those were the eyes that met my own now.
Courtney glanced at the bedroom door, but it was closed and John's snores could be heard from behind it. Her voice still remained unnecessarily quiet, as though she were giving voice to her greatest secret:
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