I wish I could pinpoint what it was about Alison that made me do what I did. Maybe it was that she was a redhead, Lord knows I've always had a weakness for them. Yes, she has an amazing body consisting of flawless fake boobs, long nipples, flat stomach, perfect little bubble butt, long slender legs and a even a few tattoos but it's more than that. Her face, she is gorgeous to say the least. The best way I can describe her: she's a walking wet dream. Don't believe me? Watch her walk.
The problem was she's my wife's friend. Now before you judge me, please read the full story. When you're done feel free to say whatever you want to me. Call me whatever name you want. Just don't call me a liar, because this story is true.
The first time I met Alison I noticed her beauty and sex appeal, but didn't lust after her. She was just another one of my wife's hot friends. My wife is also very attractive with an amazing body. It wasn't until one seemingly innocent gesture that turned me from devoted husband to a risk it all adulterer. Following is the events that took place, and no, given the opportunity to do them again, I wouldn't change a thing.
It all started when a business opportunity presented itself on a Friday afternoon. It was the kind of opportunity that people dream of, the kind that could set me up for years to come. It was also a slam dunk with my experience. An appointment was set for first thing Monday morning to meet with the company's suits and I was feeling confident that I would land the deal.
Immediately I started getting prepared. Dropped my best suit off at the cleaners, went and bought a new pair of expensive dress shoes and a designer tie. All I needed now was a haircut to feel and look my best. I called up the only lady that has cut my hair in years only to find out she's out of town on vacation.
This was a problem for me. I wanted to look my best and didn't trust just anyone to cut my hair. As luck would have it, my wife mentioned to me that Alison use to be a hairdresser and a pretty good one. The call was made and Sunday afternoon I found myself sitting in Alison's kitchen getting my haircut.
My wife was with me and the two of them talked as she cut and combed my hair. It was my first time seeing Alison dressed casual. All the other times she was dressed to the hilt. Today she had her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. She wore a faded band shirt and running shorts. While I don't think she did it on purpose, she looked incredibly sexy. That was another thing about Alison, she was sexy even when she wasn't trying. I kept my eyes and thoughts in check as she made her way around me cutting and snipping my hair. Even when she innocently brushed against me with her boobs I held my composure as I knew this was just incidental contact.
It was at the end of the haircut that forever changed my thoughts and feelings for Alison. When she was done she took her nails and ran them over my scalp and then began massaging my head. Now, I know this is a common practice for stylists to do and not the first time I've had that done. It wasn't what she did, it was how she did it. With just her hands on my head she made my toes curl. My whole body reacted and instantly I became putty in her hands. Her touch was electric and her lightning bolt shot through me. I know that sounds crazy, but at that moment I fell madly in lust with Alison.
As the days and weeks past by I did my best to put thoughts of her out of my head. It didn't work however. Whenever I had sex with my wife, in my mind I was fucking Alison. Whenever her name came up in conversation, I always asked questions about her. All the while doing my best to be subtle, why mentally locking away any information I could about my lustful crush.
I knew she was single and had a bit of a wild side. How she wasn't married was beyond me. She was smart, funny, had a heart of gold, beautiful; all that with a freaky side.... The only thing I could think of was she was too much for the average guy to handle.
I hoped as time passed that my thoughts of her would subside. They didn't. Instead, when I wasn't having sex with thoughts of Alison in my head, I was masterbating to her as my wife slept next to me. My mind always pondering what she was doing, what she was wearing. Trying to imagine her hands on me. She turned me into a dog in heat just by running her hands through my hair. What would it be like if she touched me all over. I was consumed by thoughts of Alison's hands and mouth destroying me.
The next time I saw her, I went from a dog in heat to a rabid wolf. My wife and I were out shopping when my wife got a call from Alison. Of course I made no objections when I was told we need to stop by Alison's house to pick something up. As we walked into her house my legs buckled when I saw Alison greeting us at the door. She was wearing a white tank top with no bra. If that wasn't enough, her nipples were sticking out, stretching the material thin. For me, few things are more sexy. Fuck, this woman was making me lose my mind. I was drunk with lust for her.
The things I wanted to do to this woman. My mind was constantly coming up with fantasies the two of us could experience. How I wanted to hear her scream my name in pleasure. She had a body built for sin and there was nothing I didn't want to explore with her. Images of her nude body laid out before me were never far from my mind. Forget about 50 Shades or 9 1/2 weeks, they'd seem stale to the passion we'd create.
I played it cool, but as time passed I began to wonder about how to turn my fantasies into reality. Wondering if Alison would risk her friendship with my wife for a fling with me. If only I could get her alone. Talk to her. See if she had any sort of attraction to me. Wondering if she'd even accept any advances made by me. Was the desire mutual or all on my side. Was I really willing to risk my marriage only to be rejected by her. Every time I played it out in my head, it ended with her slapping me in my face and running to tell my wife what I tried.
