My name is Jess. I was 21 at the time and my new husband Dan was 28. I love him dearly, but I sometimes miss the adventures I had when I was single. I'm a very sexual person and I love men. He's not terrible in bed, the foreplay is great and he always gets me off, but the actual intercourse isn't as great. He doesn't last very long and he has a small penis... maybe four and a half inches at best.
Anyway, a few months into our marriage Dan invited his friend Jake over. Jake was a nice guy, funny, decent looking and a little taller than my husband. I had fantasized about him before but never acted on it, although I would often flirt with him. We were just hanging out in the living room chatting. Dan and I sitting on our couch and Jake on the love seat. It was getting dark out and I excused myself so I could get into something more comfortable. I went to our room and changed into a tiny pair of booty shorts without panties, a white tank top, and my bra under the tank top.
I returned to the living room downstairs and they were talking about football. Feeling a little bold I decided to sit down next to Jake on the love seat. As they kept talking I couldn't help but think of my fantasies about Jake. I just wanted him... Bad! I scooted closer to Jake and rested my hand on his knee. Nobody reacted as the boys continued talking sports. After a couple minutes I moved my hand slowly up his thigh. Pretty soon I was slowly moving my hand up and down, but not in a sexual way yet.
Dan still didn't seem to have a problem although he's seen me be flirtatious and even cuddly with other guys before. Feeling secure I started edging my hand closer to Jake's crotch gradually with each stroke of his thigh. When I finally grazed the edge of his buldge he jumped a little, but barely enough to notice. With the next stroke of my hand I moved it over his buldge. I could feel that he was only semi hard, but it already seemed as big as Dan when he was fully hard. I continued this motion of running my hand on Jake's thigh and ending on his crotch each time before moving it back. By this time Dan could definitely tell I was up to something. The boys kept talking trying to pretend nothing was happening and Dan kept glancing down at my hand. I think he was just so shocked by it that he didn't know how to react. This made me feel only more bold.