Lying in bed, I hear my phone buzz, indicating I've got a text. Unlocking my phone I see it's from my best mate Paul's wife Katy.
"I need your help, Steve." I read the text and reply to her.
"What do you need?" Katy is six months pregnant and I'm expecting I'll have to run to get her something from the shops because Paul is busy.
"I'm just feeling ugly right now. Paul doesn't want me; I'm fat. I just want to know if I'm beautiful." Reading then re-reading the text I try to think about a diplomatic response. Katy is gorgeous; she always has been, but Paul is my mate and I would never think about his wife and me doing anything.
"Katy I'm sure Paul still loves you, you're still beautiful; you're not fat." Hitting send and I relax until I hear the phone go off again. Opening the Whatsapp Katy has sent, my eyes bulge and my cock hardens. It's a photo of Katy, completely naked and looking good enough to eat.
Her breasts are beautiful, topped off with puffy nipples, and her engorged belly isn't a turn-off (just the opposite.) I silently curse, desperately wanting her to be single. But she's my mate's wife.
"Listen, Katy," I start to text back, "you're unbelievably sexy. But you are my best mate's wife. I can't do anything."