What just happened was the most amazing experience of my life. I made love with my best friend's husband and it was with her permission. How this happened was a spur of the moment thing.
My name is Lucy, I'm 33 years old, and 5 feet tall at 105 pounds with barely B-cup breasts. I am Asian and have a proportionate body that most of my friends consider slim and cute. I am a medical professional and don't have a lot of free time. I have been in America for a little over two years on a work visa. I was married when I was 22 but we were only together a year and it didn't work out. We are still legally married but I haven't seen him in over 6 years. He lives with a girlfriend and had a baby with her so there is no future there.
I've gone out with a few guys since our breakup but nothing serious and only had a brief encounter of sex with one guy in the past 5 years. My friends are my life away from work. I have several friends, all female, but I'm not a bisexual person so basically, I have relied on self gratification to relieve the tension.
When I get a weekend off I stay with one of my dear friends, Sonya and her husband Dave. They have a guest room which I use regularly. I enjoy their company and they include me in their outings when I stay with them. Dave is a real gentleman and is in his early 50's. Sonya is my age and from the same country I am from. We can talk for hours and I feel so comfortable at their place.
Last night, I got off work late Friday night and had made arrangements to arrive at their house late in the evening to spend the weekend. Sonya's husband was already asleep when I arrived which wasn't unusual since he works every Saturday morning. When I got there, Sonya invited me to eat and we began talking about any subject that came up. Sonya was always telling me that I needed to find a good man to fill the void in my life. Our conversation was steering toward the sex and love area. I told her that love wasn't real high on my priority list but sex a little more often would be nice as long as it didn't result in a relationship. She started describing her amorous sex life to me and I started becoming aroused and very interested in what she was telling me. She went into details of her relationship with her husband.
She told me that she, like me being a smaller girl, had been scared to have sex when she first saw the size of her husband's cock. She told me that she didn't think it possible to be able to have comfortable sex with a cock that large. Dave's cock as she described it was almost two inches in diameter and little over seven inches long. We being asian don't see cocks that long or fat in our culture. She described the first coupling and told me that although she wasn't a virgin, it hurt a little when he introduced his cock to her vagina. She went on to tell me of the stuffed feeling it gave her but she started having multiple orgasms with him from that first time and that he is a very good lover. She also told me that he had never fathered a child because of some accident in his younger life that had left him sterile. Her details intrigued me. I had never had a lover that made me fully comfortable with sex, not even my former husband.
Sonya went on to tell me that Dave was loyal and never strayed in their relationship even though he was tempted by a variety of younger girls on a regular basis. She had seen many openly flirt with him and he laughed it off but enjoyed the attention they gave him. Then the shocker came.
Sonya asked me if I wanted to practice my flirting skills on her husband and see how far I could lead him on. I didn't think it was a real good idea because I really liked Dave and didn't want to jeopardize a good thing. Sonya persisted and told me that she would enjoy watching me openly flirt with Dave and see if I could get him aroused. I asked her if I did this, what were the limitations. She then told me, that there were none. I then asked her what would happen if it resulted in my having sex with Dave. She said that if I could get Dave to do that then she didn't mind sharing him and that there wouldn't be any jealousy from her.
I couldn't believe this was real or what my friend was offering. Dave was a handsome man, older but in great shape and a real friendly guy who I had a lot of respect for but married and apparently happy. What Sonya said next shocked me even more.
She said, "Dave has commented to me that he thinks you are cute and confessed that he enjoys stealing glimpses of you when no one is looking."
She went on to say, "He won't make a move on you unless you tease him into it. If that happens, it's alright, I would enjoy watching him with you and it won't change our friendship or my relationship with my husband. Besides, it would do you good to have sex without having to worry about the complications that go with it in a normal relationship." Here was my best friend, offering her husband to me. All I had to do was entice him to take me. I was worried but at the same time excited at the possibility. When I finally went to bed early in the morning, my mind was swimming and it was difficult to go to sleep. I was aroused at the prospect that might happen and my vagina was slightly damp.
I slept until a little after noon on Saturday. When I got up, Dave was already home from work. We had a birthday party for a friend's daughter to attend in a few hours. I was thinking of my conversation with Sonya last evening as I was dressing and although unsure if I wanted to tease Dave or not, I selected a flowing white summer skirt and loose fitting low cut blouse to wear over a pair of white panties and a tight ¾ cup bra that pushed my breasts out a little more than normal. If I was going to tease, then I needed to select something to tease with.
When we arrived at the party, I began to notice that Dave was watching me more than I had previously realized. As the opportunities presented themselves, I bent over so that he could see directly down my top and get a good view of my upper assets. He looked at every opportunity. I began to wonder how far I could go with this teasing. When we returned to the house, I sat in a manner that allow my legs to be pointed in his direction to get an occasional peak at the contents underneath. He was looking, stealing glances that suggested that he didn't want anyone to catch him. I deliberately lifted a leg that let my skirt lift up so that he had a clear view of my panties twice and I caught him eyeing me both times.
