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Seductively teasing him by flashing him, Tiffany, the young, hot, sexy wife of Walter's best friend, Bill, whether accidentally and/or deliberately, shows him bits and pieces of her hot body that he's never seen before.
Just home from work, wanting to go out for a beer with Bill, Walter rang his best friend's doorbell. Normally not the kind of guy who goes out for a beer after work, but after having such a horrible week at work, he needed a drink. After the week he had, he wasn't ready to go home to face his wife, Linda, berating him. With every Friday night the same thing, he couldn't handle any more stress than he was already feeling. Always pressuring him, she wants to go somewhere and do something when he just wants to flop in his chair, have a few beers, and flip channels.
Besides, going to Bill's house, especially after watching her clean her kitchen in her sexy nightgown last night and all of the other nights while he masturbated himself, gave him the chance to ogle Bill's young, hot wife, Tiffany up close. Only, something that was nearly impossible for him to do, he needed to ogle her without her knowing that he was ogling her. A difficult thing to do with a woman who looks like her, no doubt, she's accustomed to being ogled and undressed with men's eyes. Instead of staring at her with his mouth gaping open, he needed to remember to make eye contact with her big, brown, beautiful eyes and not stare at her tits in the way he usually does.
Preoccupied with Bill's sexy wife, he's been thinking a lot about Tiffany lately. Accustomed to middle-aged women who look much the same as his wife does, Tiffany was a cool breeze on a warm, stuffy day. Where Linda was older, set in her ways, and boring, Tiffany was young, vibrant, and fun. Injecting him with a renewed dose of youth that made him feel young again, he enjoyed being around her. He wished he could be with her every day.
Conversely, wishing he could run away from home and away from Linda, as soon as he opened his back door and saw his wife standing in the kitchen just waiting for him to come home so that she could complain, he felt old. He felt tired. He felt beaten down. He felt trapped. He felt miserably unhappy.
With him so envying Bill's seemingly carefree life and Bill's beautiful wife, he wished he had the life that Bill had with Tiffany. Only Bill was a Boston cop and, too tough of a job to do, he wouldn't do that job if they paid him double what Bill was earning. Despite his chosen career, with her always so happy to see him, hugging him and kissing him, he couldn't even imagine what it must feel like to come home to someone who not only looks like her but also acts like her.
'He's such a lucky bastard,' thought Walter every time he envied Bill with Tiffany.
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Always going to the back door instead of the front door when calling on Bill, he rang the backdoor doorbell. As soon as he rang the doorbell, Tiffany's shapely form appeared in the distance. As if watching her in a dream, he saw her through the backdoor glass window. Seeing her as if watching a sexual fantasy unfolding, he couldn't believe his eyes. Wishing she was closer, as if her bathrobe was his horny hands, he watched her robe slide down over her shoulders and across her breasts before she tied it.
'What the Hell was that? Oh my God,' he said to himself. 'Are you kidding me? I don't believe what just happened. I don't believe she was just naked. I can't believe I just missed seeing her without her clothes. How could I have missed that?'
For a split second, as she walked to him putting on her bathrobe, she was naked. Naked, for a brief moment in time, he just saw Tiffany naked. With it happening so fast, not believing his eyes, he wondered if he had imagined it. He couldn't believe she was just naked. With it all happening so fast and with him not expecting to see her without her clothes, not paying attention to what he was seeing, he wished he could hit the replay button. Wishing he was watching a recorded video of her naked body, he wished he could slow down the action and pause it at the exact spot where she was naked and putting on her robe.
'Oh my God, I can't believe I saw Tiffany naked,' he thought to himself. 'I only wish I had been more ready for her surprise, nude appearance.'
Catching him by surprise, he stood there shocked that he had just seen Tiffany naked. Yet not really seeing her naked, daydreaming of going out with Bill for a drink, seeing her without her clothes didn't immediately register. Now that she was wearing her bathrobe, she walked the long hall from the living room to the kitchen as if she was a supermodel walking a catwalk while he ogled her beautiful body. As tall as he was, she was tall about 5'9" and the perfect fit for Bill's 6'3" height. Imagining she was walking like this every night to him, he imagined her removing her bathrobe before coming to bed naked and while wearing her pink, rubber gloves.
'Wow! Holy shit! Oh, my God,' thought Walter as Tiffany walked closer to the door. 'I know what I'll be fantasizing about tonight while stroking my cock. I'll be replaying Tiffany walking down the hall while putting on her robe. I'll be thinking and masturbating over Tiffany's naked body.'
With her standing behind her glass storm door as if she was a diamond encrusted jewel in a Tiffany store display case or a prostitute standing in a window of the New Orleans, red light district, his heart ached and his cock throbbed by the mere sexy sight of her. Having never seen a woman as sexy and as beautiful, he's never seen any woman wear a bathrobe in the way she was wearing her bathrobe now. As if her robe had been custom made for her beautiful body, and with her walking to him in sections, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, and ass, every one of her curves made him want her that much more. As if her body was the Stelvio Pass, a curving, treacherous highway through the Eastern Alps in Italy where dangerous curves abound, in the way there'd be an echo in the Alps, he wondered if he blew up her robe if they're be an echo in her pussy.
'Hello? Hello? Hello? I'd love to see you naked, naked, naked. I want to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,' he foolishly imagined saying.
Accustomed to seeing her fully dressed in a button blouse and short skirt or in jeans and a sweatshirt, he never expected to see her nearly naked in a short, body clinging, blue, satin robe. With him wishing he was sitting across from her, he'd love for her to try and sit in this robe without flashing him her panty or pussy. With this robe much shorter than her sexy nightgown, he wished she wore this bathrobe when she cleaned the kitchen. Maybe with her wearing this robe now, she'll be wearing this robe tonight.
When she bent at the waist to pick up the dirt with her dustpan, most definitely, she'd be flashing him her ass and her pussy. Then, when she leaned at the waist to pick up what she missed, one of or both of her errant breasts would no doubt spill out of her low cut robe. A sexy sight to behold, he still couldn't believe he missed seeing her naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't believe Tiffany was just naked and he missed most of the free, sexy show.
Always sexually and inappropriately thinking of her before, with him seeing so very much of her long, shapely legs and her curvaceous body, he couldn't help himself from sexually and inappropriately thinking of her now. Having always wanted her before, since the first time Bill introduce her to him and told him that he was marrying her, he wanted her so very much now that he could nearly taste her. He wondered what she tasted like.
He wondered if licking her tasted any different than licking his wife. He wondered if black pussy tasted any different from white pussy. In the way that a shining ray of gold emanated when John Travolta as Vincent Vega in Pulp Fiction opened Marsellus Wallace's briefcase, played by Ving Rhames, he imagined a shining ray of gold emanating from Tiffany's pussy whenever she spread her legs.
Wishing and wanting to throw caution to the wind and toss all of his sensibilities out the window, with her walking towards him down her hall naked, he just wanted to rip that bathrobe off of her body and have his wicked sexual way with her. Other than celebrity women, Sofia Vergara, Scarlet Johansson, Jessica Simpson, and now Tyra Banks and Halle Berry, he never felt this way about any other woman before. Only Bill would kill him if he so much as touched her.
She was his wife and he was her husband. What's wrong with him to be sexually lusting over another man's woman? What's wrong with him for wanting to have sex with his best friend's wife? What's wrong with him for even thinking about sexually cheating on Linda?
Thinking that it takes two, if she didn't want to be ogled, then why would she clean her kitchen while wearing her sexy nightgown with a bathrobe and with the kitchen curtains open? Why would she walk toward him naked while putting on her bathrobe? If she didn't enjoy the sexual attention he paid her, why would she appear at her backdoor wearing such a sexy bathrobe, as sexy as one of her sexiest nightgowns? If she didn't want to be ogled, why would she work as a stripper before quitting her job to marry Bill?
With her flashing her naked body to him while putting on her bathrobe as she walked the long hall from the front of the house to the back of the house, he wondered if her flash was accidental and unintentional. Perhaps, had she not worked as a stripper, he may not even have pondered the thought that her flash was deliberate. Now entertaining the thought with the possibility that she purposely flashed him, it sexually excited him that he may be living next door to an exhibitionist. Actually, how could she not be an exhibitionist? She's an ex-stripper.
