"I want you to have sex with my husband," I said, then waited for Danni to stop choking on her coffee. Handing her a glass of water, I waited for her to dry her eyes, wipe the lingering drops around her full, luscious lips and dab at those that had made it onto her cleavage.
The little display drew the attention of one of the cafe waiters who rushed in with a napkin. I waved him away.
"Mina, are you insane? You can't just-" she began but I put my hand on hers to cut her off.
"Why not? I've seen how you look at him. And how he looks at you. When you both think I'm not paying attention, that is," I said, matter of factly. Danni blushed.
"I don't...he's never..."
"Of course you haven't. Hugh is a wonderful, faithful husband and you're a good friend. I'm just...future proofing our relationship," I explained. Danni's eyebrow shot up, the way it usually did when she was having trouble looking at the bigger picture.
"And how does that work, exactly?" Danni said, leaning back onto her seat in the booth, crossing her arms at her chest. Despite her show of incredulity, I could see the way her eyes went wider, the subtle blush in her cheeks. She was probably aroused at the mere suggestion but was putting up a show.
"Hugh has always been a very sexually demanding man. A great lover, but insatiable. He had slowed down some, while the kids were growing up but since they moved out..." I paused for a moment, suddenly self-conscious but pressed on "bottom line is that I can't keep up."
"It can't be that bad," Danni said, leaning in. Her body language betrayed a hint of arousal, mixed with curiosity. I decided to give her what she wanted.
"He wants sex every day, at least 3 times a day. He'll kiss me awake at 3 am then ride me to an orgasm before going back to sleep, so he can do it again at 5. This morning, he bent me over the kitchen counter, then dragged me to the couch. I'd have been stuck in the bedroom if it hadn't been for our brunch. It's worse than during our honeymoon," I said. Danni was barely holding back a smile, touching her hair all the while, so I went with the closer.
"Call me frigid, but after the kids, my interests...shifted. I would rather work 60 hour work weeks than keep up with my marital duties. Not for Hugh's lacking performance, mind you. He has been patient with me, of course, but he's been spending too much time masturbating and looking at too much pornography. It can't be good for him."
Danni blushed, sneaking glances at the waiter who had obviously placed himself just, so he could listen into our conversation. I snapped my fingers at him and he sulked away.
"I can't have my husband turn into some sex starved weirdo or pick up some floozy online. That's where you come in."
"So what? I just...show up at your place and present myself?" Danni said, acting all flustered. I could tell that her mind was already racing with the possibilities.
"Of course not. I need to get you screened for STDs first," I said. Danni was about to speak but I cut her off "I'm not taking any chances. We'll also need to settle on some form of birth control, to supplement the condoms. You're still fertile, after all. And then, we need to work on our pitch."
"What do you mean, our pitch? You haven't told Hugh yet?"
"Goodness, no, he would have been mortified. But we will get to that, when we get to it," I said. Danni nodded.
"When can we get started?"
***
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Danni called out from her bathroom. I rolled my eyes at her then turned my attention back to my phone, back to juggling thirty things at once even on a Saturday weekend.
"I've seen you in lingerie before, Danni. Now come out," I said, adding just the hint of authority I knew she loved to hear.
She stepped out, her hands awkwardly wandering over her body, trying to hide her near nakedness. Danni was tall, almost as much as Hugh, soft bodied but making up for it with luscious curves that her newly purchased set of underwear showed off in just the right ways: her large breasts nearly spilled out of her almost see-through bra, showing off her pert nipples and large, pink areolae. The matching thong hugged her sex snugly, showing the tiny Brazilian strip on top. Motioning her to turn around, I had her show me her perfectly toned ass, the flesh almost entirely swallowing the barely-there strip of fabric at the back.
"What do you think?" Danni said, not turning around. I pushed myself off the couch and ran my hands down her shoulders, across her back. She gasped as she felt my fingers trail across her shapely butt before giving it a playful slap "Mina!"
"Thighs need some toning. We'll have you doing some squats," I said "Try the other one now."
"Okay," Danni said and walked back into the bathroom, pushing the door closed but leaving just a tiny bit open, enough for me to catch her reflection undressing in the mirror. Time had been kind to the both of us, but it had really helped Danni bring out her femininity: her breasts were large but firm and her skin was perfect, unmarred by stretch marks. Her long, auburn hair cascaded down her body all the way to the small of her back, making me think back to our college days, when a touch or a look would lead us down a path of experimentation that we thought would become something real...
Until we met Hugh.
From the half-open bathroom door, I watched as Danni pulled on her next set of lingerie: a lace-cut body, complete with a button up collar that could snap on and off from the back of the neck. This one didn't reveal as much, but it hugged her figure completely, bringing out the shape of her breasts, her rump, her cunt. The sight of it made my mouth suddenly feel dry and my sex flush with heat as my mind raced back to the past.
Thankfully, I pulled myself away from the door just in time for her to step outside. I could tell she was already aroused, as I motioned her to twirl, a tiny wet spot in the mouth-watering area between her legs, just under the perfectly formed half globes of her behind. The tiny button holding the lower part of her underwear in place glinted, invitingly. My head swam at the sight of it, my sex suddenly feeling sopping wet. Without even thinking, I undid the small button holding up her body.
"Mina, what are you-" Danni said, turning to face me, the strap falling down her shoulders to droop down, held up only by her breasts, her perked up nipples. Reaching down, I unclasped the lower button, letting her body suit pop open below. Mina jumped, her hands darting from her breasts to between her legs, trying to hide her near nakedness. She stopped, as I gently moved her hands out of the way. Danni gasped, then began to pant as I hooked my thumbs into the bunched fabric of her body and began to pull it down, letting her breasts plop free, exposing her chest, her belly, then her belly button, before the entire body ended up at her feet. She shivered, naked against me as I lingered close to her, our bodies close enough to touch. She mouthed something unintelligible, her lips close to mine...
"Try the chemise next," I said, turning away from her, hoping she hadn't noticed the flush of my cheeks or my shortened breath. Danni pulled away, shutting the door the entire way behind her this time.
***
"We need to talk," I said, breaking away from Hugh's kiss. His large, muscular body was covered in a sheen of sweat from his workout and I could see it had helped him work up an appetite: already, his large, swelling member was tenting up his workout sweatpants.
"Sure, what's up?" Hugh said, sitting across from me on the kitchen counter where he had taken me so roughly in the morning. Worked up as I was from my day with Danni, his musk nearly drove me over the edge, flooding my panties with my juices. Another woman might have jumped him right there and rode him for all his was worth...
