I had known Steve and Kelli for a number of years after meeting them through a girl I was seeing for a while. I broke up with that girl, but remained in contact with both Steve and Kelli as their relationship progressed. I had been a guest at their wedding a couple of years ago, and now I met up with them every two or three weeks.
One particular weekend, Steve called me to ask for some help. They were doing some minor renovations to their basement suite and he told me he could use an extra pair of hands. I agreed to help, arranging to come over that weekend.
The day came, and Steve and I flew through the work he had planned for us. By the time dinner was ready, we had been relaxing for a good half hour, looking at the new cupboards we had just installed. Kelli served us dinner, then we decided to watch a movie.
Steve sat in the recliner, his favorite spot, while Kelli and I sat on the couch together. I had always found this seating arrangement a bit strange, but by this point I was used to it. There was plenty of room on the couch for Kelli and I, and probably a couple more people if necessary. Throughout the movie I was surprised when Kelli's foot kept brushing against my thigh as she shifted slightly in her seat. Any other time before that she had managed to avoid any physical contact with me, but for some reason that was not the case that night.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't mind what little contact there was between us. Truth be told, I wish there was a whole lot more. When I first met Kelli my attraction to her was only mild, but in recent months it had grown. It was now at the point where any time I left their house I would wind up going home and masturbating as I pictured her naked body underneath mine. As much as I was friends with Steve, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to sleep with his wife.
About halfway through the movie, Steve got up and went to the bathroom. As soon as we heard the door to the bathroom close, Kelli leaned over to my side of the bed and, placing a hand on my thigh, kissed me on the lips. Not sure how to react, I kissed her back before pushing her away.
"What are you doing?" I asked, quietly. "Steve is just around the corner!"
"I know," she replied, "but I couldn't help myself." It looked as though she was just about to explain her actions when the toilet flushed and the door opened. Kelli was back in her seat as quickly as I've seen anyone move, and we continued watching the movie. When the movie ended, I left, receiving a thank-you handshake from Steve and a thank-you hug from Kelli.
The whole drive home I wondered what could have possessed Kelli to kiss me. My follow-up thought to that was my wish that Steve hadn't actually been there. I went home that night imagining how things might have progressed if Kelli and I had been alone, rubbing my hard cock.
The next day at work I received a phone call.
"Hi, it's Kelli," I heard the easily-distinguishable voice announce.
"Hi," I replied.
