One day a while back, my best friend's sister Kim, dropped by my house, to tell me that a band that we both liked was going to put on a concert, in a nearby town. She was all excited about going to this concert, her big blue eyes sparkled, as she talked about it. It wasn't too unusual for the two of us to go to a concert together, what was unusual, was the fact that she came by to tell me about it herself. Usually, she would tell her brother John (The friend that I wrote about, in my story: "A Weekend in Vegas") and then he would call me to tell me about it and ask if I wanted to go. Like I said before, it wasn't unusual for us to go to a show together, but generally, I brought a date, or I just went stag, with John and she brought her husband with her.
The next day, I talked to John and asked him if Kim had told him that she had dropped by to tell me about the show. He looked a bit confused and said that he had talked to her, but she never mentioned that she had dropped by my house. At this point, I started to wonder if that sparkle in her eye, really had anything to do with the concert at all.
A few days later, there was a knock at the door, it was Kim again. She asked if I would be interested in smoking some weed with her, I said "Sure!" and opened the door and invited her in. As she walked in, I couldn't help but admire her hot little body.
I had fantasized about that tight little body of her's, ever since a couple of years before, when John, Kim, her husband, Ken and myself, had done some partying at my place and wound up watching pornos together. We were all getting pretty drunk, but she was really drunk! She was making comments to Ken, about how they should try some of the positions that the porn actors were engaged in and kept asking whether he would want her to do to him, the things they were doing in the video. This pretty much made my dick take notice! Ken kept laughing and telling her that she had enough to drink. She went on and on, with the comments, asking him if her tits were as nice as the actress's and if he wanted to fuck them, like the guy was doing to the girl in the video. At one point she pulled her shirt up, exposing a beautiful set of 36D jugs, she looked at me and asked if I thought they were nice. I thought they were nice all right! But I didn't say anything, because I didn't know how her husband would take it.
That was about the time that Ken said, "I think it's time to go home!"
"Oh, come on! Don't be such a party-pooper!" she complained to Ken.
He had finally had enough and scraped her up off of the couch and took her home. I remember thinking about what a lucky bastard he was, to have such a horny piece of ass, to go home with him. John had rode with them, so he left as well, leaving me alone to fend for myself. The sight of those gorgeous, bare breasts and the memory of her comments, fueled my fantasies for many a jack-off session, including a good one that night.
Now, here she was, in my living room again, but this time, she was alone. I had decided that, even though I would love nothing more, than fucking her brains out, I wasn't going to initiate anything. At the time, I even had the noble idea, that if she were to come on to me, I would refuse (Yeah, right!), because she was married to a guy that I liked as a friend.
We sat down and smoked a joint and drank a couple of beers and we both had a pretty good buzz going. She started to talk about how she thought that Ken had been cheating on her with someone at his work and how they had been fighting a lot lately. She started to cry and apologized for bothering me with her problems, but she didn't have anyone to talk to and she always thought that it was easy to talk to me. Then she said something about how there was no way, she would never leave Ken and said that she had better leave. I told her to stay, that I didn't mind talking about her troubles, but she took off anyway, leaving me scratching my head.
I had to wonder if that really was all she wanted, was to talk to me, or if she wanted more. Once again, the memories of her bare mamories, flooded back, haunting my fantasies, for another night of polishing the helmet.
About a week later, she shows up with a 12-pack of beer and a couple of joints, asking if I would mind her company. I told her that sounded fine and we sat down, smoked the pot and started drinking the beer. She seemed very nervous and I couldn't help but notice, that she was dressed to kill! She had a tight white blouse, that showed off her luscious tits, no bra, her hard nipples straining at the material, making my mouth water. She had on a short, tight, leather skirt on, which showed her smooth sexy legs, that ended in a pair of high heels, a sight that made my cock start to twitch and harden, completely beyond my control. I caught her looking at my crotch, as my wang gradually lengthened down my pant leg.
She licked her lips and looked at me with those deep blue eyes and said, very nervously, "Can I ask you a question?"
I said, "Sure, you know that you can ask me anything."
She appeared to become even more nervous and said, "Have you ever thought about what it would be like if we made love?"
At this point, my cock was rock hard and I told her, "Of course I have, but I just figured that it would never happen, because you are married."
Then she broke down and started to cry, her beautiful breasts heaving as she sobbed. She told me that she found out that Ken had indeed been cheating on her and that they had a huge fight, before he left for work. Then she told me that she had always been attracted to me, ever since she had known me. That came as quite a surprise, after all, I had known her for about fifteen years and she was married when I met her. Then she looked at me, tears in her eyes and asked if I would consider making love to her that night, because if her husband could cheat, then so could she. My heart skipped a couple of beats and I thought about the decision I had made the week before, the one about refusing her advances.