If you are reading this from the location of my publishing you would know this is a wife sharing/cuckolding story. If you're not into stories with this kind of content please politely move on as this isn't for you. If you're the type of psycho that just likes to write ignorant comments without an explanation or helpful advice: get fucked idiot!! For the rest of you I hope the read is partially original, and enjoyable.
--------------Rachel---------------
I knew things were getting out of control when I could no longer deny the excitement I felt about Colin possibly involving Jay as our other guy. I couldn't have cared less for other men, but the safety and comfort of a close friend buried my feelings of denial. I should have known something was wrong because Colin hadn't showed interest in opening up to his friend; let alone share me with that friend. I thought Colin was the jealous type, and in some ways I guess I still do.
When Jay announced he was going to drop Colin's phone off that afternoon I rushed to freshen up before he arrived. Not because I wanted to look presentable, but because I wanted to look good. I felt horrible about letting our bedroom secret slip, but I felt comfort knowing it was an accident. I had no intention to pursue any course of action to alert Jay of how his name entered our bedroom as a person of interest. He only appeared in conversation that fed my husband's dirty fantasy and my compliance to discuss it. Maybe I should have felt guilty using him as the topic of my arousal, but then again why shouldn't I be able to enjoy the fun of role-play in our bedroom at the same time. I am a woman with an imagination, and if he wanted me to envision myself with other men I should at least get to demand that the vision be sexy to me. It was that vision that woke my romantic thoughts of our friend Jay.
"He is only coming over to drop the phone off," I said speaking to myself while looking into my drawers. The thought of him coming over at this exact moment after my reveal was intoxicating, and no matter how hard I tried I could not tap into the shame I should have been feeling. Instead of just changing my gym pants and t-shirt for something less like pajamas; I swapped them for a sundress and blouse I had considered a go-to combination when I wanted to look good. I tossed the combination on the bed and took off what I was wearing. I then looked into the mirror and seen I was wearing my everyday bra and panty set, and realized they were not the most flattering. "He is only coming over to drop the phone off," I repeated to myself as I slid my panties to the floor. I rooted through my dresser for my favorite lingerie set and started to put them on when I noticed my pubic area had a dark shadow. I hadn't shaved the last few days and other then my bothersome moistening lips I felt rough. I waddled into my on-suite bath with my thongs around my ankles and patted water around my bikini area before taking my razor in hand. As the razor slid across my skin and left my private parts smooth I repeated, "He is only coming over to drop the phone off." I knew I was lying to myself, but as I got dressed and looked into the mirror I wondered if he was struggling with his inhibitions as much as I was. I fixed my hair in the mirror, and applied enough makeup to make me look more feminine. As I stood in front of the mirror checking myself over one last time I repeated, "He is only coming over to drop the phone off," while finishing my grooming with a subtle spray of perfume.
I went to sit in the front room and waited for his car to pull up. I considered running back to my room and getting into a house coat to hide my efforts, but I knew more than ever I wanted him to see me at my best. He had been in our home many times over the years, but never with the knowledge of my feelings about him. I had admitted in that text message I was willing to be with him, and I was unsure how he would take that information.
His car pulled into the driveway and I had a feeling of butterflies shoot straight through me. I was so anxious I felt like a foolish school girl, and to sooth my nervous energy I got up and met him at the door.
I greeted him at the door and seen he was still dressed like he just left his garage; I loved his rugged appearance. As he stood inside my door I took the phone from his hand. I was numb with feelings of stage freight, and I missed reaching for something else he was handing me. It was the milk I asked Colin to get when I still thought it was him on the other end of the text messaging. The milk fell to the floor and blew open. The contents splashed everywhere and even managed to shot up onto my face and well prepared outfit.
"Dammit, I thought I would have been able to come over here without shooting my white stuff on yaw," he joked after looking at my condition.
"I wish," I shot back while ushering him in and shutting the door.
We both stood there at the closed entrance to the home I shared with my husband and looked at each other. Our opening comments were a bit juvenile, but in the past being such close friends allowed us to get around those concerns. I could feel a drop of milk roll down my chin as I looked for him to shoot back at my last comment, but I could tell he was being careful with his words. "Things have already changed," I thought to myself.
"I am sorry; I shouldn't have said that right now. Maybe saying things like that caused this in the first place," he said looking down avoiding eye contact.
"Maybe, but this only happened because I felt comfortable with you. Changing the way you talk to me won't change the past, or how I feel about you," I said trying to lower myself to provoke his gaze.
"Do you really think it's wise to pretend its ok to flirt with each other after we just admitted to having a common crush," he responded finally looking directly at me.
"When did either of us pretend to be wise," I smiled before finishing my thought, "I bet Colin will be in the future, unless he wants you to be a much closer friend then you are now," I wanted to sooth his worries and remind him that this wasn't all his fault.
"Does your husband wish that," he asked looking a bit guilty.
"I think so, he is just nervous of having people find out about it," I said muffling a laugh he shared with me.
"I guess we are too good of friends to do something like that without something going wrong, and it doesn't help you already like me," he teased making lite of the awkwardness.
I pointed a finger into his chest and cut him off, "You can't say a word about that, and don't pretend you aren't thrilled to know your buddies wife would...," I said trailing off not knowing how to finish my thought.
"Would like to join team Jay," he said interrupting me before I could salvage my full admission of what got us here. He let out a booming laugh were his head tilted back as he continued to enjoy his last comment at my expense. He continued his playful teasing as I stood still pointing into his chest in defiance. "Get your husband to drop you off at practice some night and you might just make the team."
"So you would if he asked you then," I said laughing at catching him return to his flirty ways. "I think that means it would be you that would end up on team Rachel," I said laughing back at him.
