Husband's Jilted Friend

Although it may be difficult for me to find time to write, the excitement of re-living those days is so exhilarating, not to mention the welcome appreciation I get from readers' feedback. This story is another encounter that gets my juices flowing as I reminisce.

As I described in my previous story, I'm best known for my long dark hair that stretches to my butt, and I stand a mere four foot eleven and one-half inches. Many guys compliment my long hair, dark chestnut eyes, and small frame. At the time, my 36C breasts were much more pert than they are now. Lately, they seem to hang a little lower, but my dark cookie-sized areolas make my breasts seem larger than they really are, they do make it difficult to wear tops that show a generous amount of cleavage, without some brown easily peeking out.

Danny played on a local hockey team, and I heard that the guys would always talk and tease each other in the locker room, especially about their wives. One of the rumors was that Danny's wife was a hot wife. He secretly loved that about me, but pretended to play along, corroborating that it was only a teasing rumor.

I knew many of the guys who played on the team but most of them were married, and we all hung out together going to clubs, bars, and the occasional sports banquet. Sometimes, it was just the wives and girlfriends together, to set up fundraisers, sometimes just to do some lingerie shopping, and the ever popular, girls' night out.

On game nights Danny would normally come home late and exhausted. Too tired for any play time with me, so I would be in bed and sometimes asleep when he came home. This particular night, I woke up when he crawled in bed, and I took advantage of the opportunity to use the bathroom. By the time I got back, he was snoring, and I could smell the strong odor of alcohol. They must have won and stopped by the bar with the guys for a drink or two. Or three. Or four.

I noticed the lights from the living room spilling into the hallway. A flicker of resentment passed through me. Stomping down the hall in my bare feet, feeling a bit miffed that Danny, snoring and asleep, not meeting my libidinous desires, and leaving a trail of neglected responsibilities for me to carry out.

Traipsing out to the living room, to ensure everything was secure, my mind focused on what I was going to say to him when I scolded him in the morning. Dressed in only my sheer panties, the cool air kissed my skin, my breasts jiggling and swaying, as I marched down the hall. Approaching the living room, the scent of beer grew stronger, which only added to my growing animosity.

Taking my time, I locked the door, picked up and hung Danny's coat, his smelly hockey gear was still in the partially open bag, I was not touching any of that sweaty junk. I went to put his boots on the mat, and suddenly, I noticed another pair of boots I hadn't seen before. Picking one of them up, scrutinizing it, puzzled as to why he would bring these home. It was a man's boot, much bigger than Danny could fit. Evidently looking quite confused as I turned around, not expecting to see anyone, Danny's friend Herb was sitting on our couch, smiling impishly, and staring straight at my nakedness.

I immediately let out a shriek and jumped. My heart skipped several beats as Herb said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

I exploded angrily as I boiled over! Why would Danny bring someone over without at least letting me know! And how could Herb just sit there and say nothing, as I organized the house around him.

Then it struck me! I was almost naked! "What the fuck, Herb!" I bellowed, trying in vain to cover myself with my arms. "Couldn't you have said something?"

Herb's eyes never strayed from my barely concealed body, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Sorry, Lupe. I didn't realize you were up. Danny said you'd be out cold." He chuckled awkwardly, his gaze now glued to my arm attempting to hide my breasts and nipples.

My hands instinctively tightened around my chest, but the flimsy material of my panties did little to hide my virtue. In the midst of this infuriating situation of being caught off guard, I began to wonder what the hell was going to go wrong next, I snarled at Herb, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Herb took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Look, I didn't mean to invade your privacy. We had some drinks and beers after the game, and I guess I lost track of time, and... and... well...Danny talked to me and said I could crash here." He gestured to the couch with a hint of embarrassment.

I questioned Herb, "what the hell were you guys talking about that caused you to lose track of time?" He looked down, embarrassed, painfully mumbling that his wife had kicked him out. She had been seeing another guy, and she wanted some time to think about their marriage. He explained that Danny had taken him out after the game to help him figure things out.

"Danny said I could crash on your couch until I found a place. He tried to text you, but you didn't answer. He said you were probably already asleep, and you wouldn't mind." Poor Herb was almost in tears as he apologetically poured his heart out to me.

The revelation that Danny had tried to inform me, made me feel a bit guilty for my initial outburst. My face turned a hot red of embarrassment. How could I be mad at Herb after he was forced to face such a devastating hardship. I almost began to cry, not just for him, but for my viciousness and mistreatment of a guest, who Danny compassionately supported and invited to stay with us. I unconsciously walked up to him reaching out, wrapping my arms around poor Herb. I buried his head in my chest to try and comfort him. "It's fine," I murmured, "you're always welcome to stay here." I began to pet his head as he melted into me like a lost child.

Feeling the warmth of his breath encompassing my bare breasts, suddenly brought me back to reality. I was almost completely naked, except for my little sheer panties. I could feel my nipples react to the warm breeze of his sighs. I stood frozen in place. Mortified! Not knowing what I should do. There I stood. With the head of my husband's heartbroken friend, resting on my naked breasts. As much as I wanted him to feel supported and welcomed here, I also realized what I had unwittingly walked into. What would Danny think if he saw us right now? What would Herb think I was doing? What if his wife Gail had looked into one of our big picture windows and saw Herb's face buried in my naked breasts? Should I jump up and get dressed? Should I just hold him and comfort him in his time of need? My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

Herb never moved a muscle; his breathing began to labor. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to involve you and Danny in my problems." His voice shaking as he spoke. A tear ran down his cheek, the weight of his head fixed on my bare bosom. His tear trailing down my breast, over my large areola, overtaking my engorged nipple, gathering as a drop that plopped onto his shaking hand.

The silence grew heavy, filled with the low hum of the refrigerator in the background and the occasional snore from Danny's direction. The thought of Herb, a man who I had only known as one of Danny's friends, ogling me as I pranced around in only my sheer panties, made me feel so exploited, at first. But this was different. Being so exposed to another man, seemed to stir a familiar spark of something, deep inside me. The room felt thick with tension, the air began to charge with energy, that was both thrilling and aggravating.

I wanted to pull away and get something to cover up, but then again, it felt so good to have a man's head on my naked skin. I could feel my nipples tingling and the familiar warm wetness start to envelop my genitalia.

Torn between being upset, and the disarming fact that poor Herb is dealing with such trauma in his marriage. I didn't know how to react. Looking a bit like a deer caught in the headlights, I succumbed to the pleasurable chore of comforting him and hugging him firmly as I managed to studder. "Oh Herb. you poor baby."

I've known Herb and Gail for about a year now. Danny and Herb were buddies on the hockey team, both on the volunteer fire department, and we all hung out together as often as we could. Gail was ok, and we got along great when we would all go out on the town. We even spent a lot of time together for some fund raisers that the wives would do on occasion. But she always seemed a bit selfish to me. She rarely spoke of Herb, and when she did, it was usually to complain about what she didn't like about him.

The other wives and I suspected she was unhappy with Herb. Herb was a saint, his whole life revolved around her, he seemed like the perfect husband. Gail on the other hand seemed like a gold digger who didn't appreciate Herb for who he really was.

With a sigh, I told Herb, "Let me get you a pillow and blanket." I let go of him, but he held me tight and didn't want to let go. Goodness knows, I didn't want him to either, but this was not a time for me to take advantage of this poor man for my selfish pleasure. His warm breath and 5 o'clock shadow rubbing my extra-large hard nipples was beginning to arouse me.

I stood up and padded back down the hall to the closet to get him his linen and pillow. Maybe not as good as the pillows he had his head resting on earlier, but comfortable none-the-less. The tension in the air stirred my selfish side a little more, as I was sure to put that extra wiggle in my butt on my way down the hall. Needlessly, I bent way over at the waist as if to reach the bottom of the closet, Herb watching my every move. I took my time so he could soak in as much of my seductive movements as he could.

I know this was not a good time to do this, but I was so aroused, and enjoying the feeling of being desired and ogled at, even though it may be a lovelorn friend of my husband in a vulnerable moment. Just to put the icing on the cake, I was sure to take short swaying steps on my way back to the living room, ensuring my pendulous breasts jiggled and swung with each short sharp step I took, pretending not to notice his intent focus on my tantalizing stride. Dropping the pillow just before I got to him, so I could bend over allowing my swelling breasts to swing freely in front of his eyes, just waiting for him to reach out and grab them for his (and my) enjoyment.

As I bent down to retrieve the pillow, I peeked to see if he had noticed, and sure enough, his eyes were glued to my chest, and his hands were on his knees merely inches away. I straightened up and placed the pillow and blanket next to him on the couch, smiling sweetly. "Here you go," I whispered, "make sure you're comfortable."

Herb took the pillow and laid it down, his eyes still glued to my chest. He looked like a starving man at a buffet. "Thank you, Lupe," he murmured, his voice thick with something other than sadness. I knew that look; it was the same look Danny gave me when he hadn't had his way with me in a few days.

I sat down next to him on the couch, a little closer than I probably should have, and put my arm around him again. He took a deep breath, his body stiffening for a moment before he relaxed into my embrace. "It's going to be okay, Herb," I said, trying to keep my voice as comforting as possible, while internally fighting the urge to lean in and kiss him. "You're a good man, and you'll get through this."

Herb looked up at me, his eyes red from unshed tears. "I don't know what I'd do without Danny, he's been like a brother to me." He took a sip of his beer, his gaze lingering on my cleavage before returning to my face. "And you, Lupe, you're like the sister I never had."

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. Sister? That's what he saw me as? I felt a mix of disappointment and anger. Did he not find me desirable? Or was he just being a good friend and keeping things appropriate? I wanted to be more than a sisterly figure to him right now. I wanted to be the woman who could help him forget his troubles, even if it was just for a night.

With a gentle squeeze, I whispered, "Herb, you can talk to me. I'm here for you." With that, I stood up, my breasts jiggling as I moved away from his embrace. Despite the burning desire to stay and indulge in the feeling of being coveted, I knew it wasn't right. The guilt of my own desires clashed with the respect and friendship I had for both Herb and Danny. The room felt suddenly smaller as I took a step back, the air thick with the unspoken tension.

Without looking back, I retreated to the safety of my bedroom, the warmth of Danny's body, a stark contrast to the cold reality of the situation. He stirred slightly, mumbling something in his sleep as I slid in beside him. The pungent scent of sweat and beer enveloped me, a pleasant smell given the present situation, but it did nothing to extinguish the fire that Herb had unknowingly stoked within me. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts of what might have been.

It was not long before Danny rolled over, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. His hand found its way to my thigh, his breath hot against my neck. "Did you, take care of Herb?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and something else. Was that a hint of what I thought he said?

I stiffened, playing dumb. "What!?" I snapped, trying to keep the heat rising in my cheeks at bay. "I gave him a pillow and blanket," I replied tersely. "What are you talking about?"

Danny chuckled, his breath warm and beery on my neck. "Come on Lupe," he whispered, his hand sliding up to caress my hip, "I know you're a wild one. I was just saying maybe you could cheer him up, show him some love." His fingers traced my side, grazing the edge of my panties. "You know, like a good little hockey wife."

My heart pounded. Did he know? Did Danny suspect what had almost happened between Herb and me? "What the hell are you talking about?" I snapped again, pushing his hand away. The room felt hot, my skin sticky with a mix of sweat and arousal.

Danny's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in his eye. "Oh, come on Lupe. You know what I mean." He leaned closer, his voice low. "Herbs had a rough night, and you're the perfect woman to make him feel better."

My mind raced as I tried to piece together Danny's true intentions. I knew Danny loved to see me in action with other men, but he always knew beforehand, well. Almost always. He liked to be the one to approve who I played with before it happened. Had he seen Herb's head buried in my naked breasts? Did he suspect my own desires? Or was he just being his usual flirty self, playing into the teasing banter that often filled our conversations? "Danny," I whispered, pretending to protest, pushing him away gently, "you can't be serious."

He leaned back, his smile fading slightly. "Why not?" he asked, his eyes searching mine. "We've done it before, for guys who needed a little... pick-me-up."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Danny," I hissed, "that was different. Those guys were strangers, and it was just a bit of fun."

He propped himself up on his elbow, his gaze intense. "But it's what you're best at babe," he said, his voice a blend of affection and challenge. "And Herb is hurting right now. He needs a friend."

I sat there, mind racing with thoughts of the past. The incident years ago, on his friend Andy's birthday, had indeed been a fiasco. I had wanted to surprise Andy with a birthday gift and a night he would never forget, with Danny's consent. But it had gone awry when our other friends had found out. The whispers, the glares, the awkwardness that followed had almost torn our group apart. Danny and I had agreed to keep our more adventurous tendencies private from then on.

Now, as I lay next to Danny, his hand still lingering on my thigh, the memory of that night came rushing back. The thrill of the secret, the excitement in the air, the way Danny looked at me, proud and hungry as he watched me with the other men. But the fallout had been intense, and the guilt still clung to me like a second skin. We're no longer friends with Andy, or with Frank. Our friendship, never the same, and neither was our relationship with the rest of those friends.

But Danny was willing to sacrifice all that again for Herb. And truth be told, so was I. It would be a shame to let this chance pass us by. I could see the desire in Herb's eyes, I could feel it in my soul. I needed to help him forget about Gail, and Danny was right. I am just the girl to do that. And goddamn it, I wanted to.

My pulse raced as I thought of the consequences, but the thrill of the situation was too much to resist. Danny's hand grew bolder, sliding under the elastic of my panties, his fingertips grazing the smooth skin of my ass. "Go on," he murmured in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. "Make him feel better."

I took a deep breath and nodded; the decision made. "OK, but not tonight," I whispered, pushing Danny's hand away gently. "We're all tired, and we need to make sure we do this right." I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his in the darkness. "If he's still here tomorrow night, I'll take care of your friend."

Danny's smile grew, a wicked glint in his eye. He leaned in and kissed me deeply, his hands exploring my body as if he were trying to memorize every inch. "Thank you, baby," he murmured against my lips. "I knew I could count on you." His hand slid down my side, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him. "But tonight," he whispered, "I need you all to myself."

"No!" I snapped. "Go to sleep, we all have to work tomorrow."

It was difficult for me to sleep. The consequences of what I so desperately wanted to do could mess up everything all over again. But I wanted to be the one, to make him feel better. Danny was right, I have always been attracted to needy vulnerable men. Any man that was jilted, undersexed, or otherwise unappreciated, was truly my specialty. I always reveled in the idea that my body and my sexual potion can fix their grief.

Danny loved to share me to be their sex therapist. He did have boundaries for me. No matter how much I wanted to, I wasn't allowed to play with any family or friends of family. Which seemed to spark my desire for the taboo of his brother, and his dad, every time we had a family gathering. I cherished pretending to be so innocent and unaware of my erotic behaviors around his dad. Maybe that's why his mom doesn't like me and told him to divorce that little slut. Other than that, there hadn't been many boundaries for me. But I didn't always let Danny know everything I may or may not have done.

The next day eventually came, I was up before the sun had even thought about rising. I didn't yet have a plan. I made coffee for the two of them and left for work before they both got up. I was going to play this like a fiddle. I had to keep things calm and normal so that later, after the hangovers had subsided, I looked forward to the challenge of helping Herb feel better, forget his troubles, and rock his world.

That evening when I returned home, I heard Danny's truck pull into the driveway, I quickly put on my apron and pretended to be busy in the kitchen, trying to ignore the delicious anticipation of what was to come. Danny stumbled in, still weary from a few too many beers the night before, his face etched with fatigue. He looked over at me and smiled, "How's the boss?" he teased, knowing my fiery side would come out if he wasn't careful.

"Well," I said, playing it cool, "I was wondering if Herb is going to be needing our couch again tonight?"

Danny looked at me with a mix of surprise and excitement. "What do you mean?"

"Well," I began, trying to sound casual, "Herb seems to be going through a rough patch, and you offered him our couch 'till he found a place." I turned away to hide my blushing cheeks, focusing on setting the table.