I paced in the living room with my hands behind me back. She'd been in there a while.
Even though I'd picked out Claire's outfit for tonight, I was still nervous about how she'd feel in it. And how he would feel when he saw her.
I heard the bedroom door click open and my wife of ten years walked out. Claire was wearing a silver clubbing dress.
Her blonde curls fell over her chest, covering her cleavage. She didn't need to wear a bra with this outfit. Her large breasts, the size of small melons, hung heavy in the shiny dress.
She looked a vision.
"So, how do I look?" She said, twirling, showing off her ass. It looked ready to pop in that dress. I wasn't sure how she was going to sit.
"Brandon is not going to be able to keep his eyes off you," I said.
"Just his eyes?" she teased, rubbing her hands over my swollen crotch through my pants.
Brandon was our best friend from college. Brandon was also my wife's lover. Tonight, we were heading to his bachelor party.
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Brandon and I grew up on the same street. Our moms were in the same book club, our dads were on the same bowling team, we went to the same kindergarten, elementary school, middle school and high school.
He was the closest thing I ever had to a brother. We shared each other's fears, anxieties and hopes and dreams.
I remember sitting on the roof of our house together, as Brandon broke down while telling me of his parents' financial troubles. His dad lost of a lot of money in a stock market crash.
They would have to alter their lifestyles. No more fancy vacations. No more new clothes. No more outings to fancy restaurants. He wouldn't get the new PlayStation and he didn't have any money to take girls out on dates.
I wrapped my arms around him and whispered the words that would define the rest of our lives.
"You have me, B. And what's mine is yours."
I meant it. Brandon accompanied us everywhere. He came with us on our family vacations, dined with us in the finest restaurants and my parents bought him that PlayStation for Christmas that year.
Brandon had a claim on everything that was mine. Everything. Even Claire.
Our first day of college was remarkable. Brandon and I saw Claire for the first time at our orientation.
She wore a tank top under a bomber jacket and a tight pair of jeans. The light from her golden hair reflected in her grey eyes. Her smile lit up the auditorium. When she unzipped the front of her jacket, we saw guys falling off their seats at the sight of those tits.
Neither Brandon nor I could stop staring at her from across the hall. It was love at first sight for me.
"I'm going to marry that girl some day," I proclaimed to my best friend.
"I can't wait that long. I'm going to fuck that girl tonight," he said.
We would both live up to our words.
That night, at the mixer, I was among the many guys too shy to walk up to Claire. She was the hottest girl in our cohort, after all. But Brandon was not one to hold back. If he wanted a girl, he would make sure he had her.
"Hi, I'm Brandon! This is my friend Mike. We both think you're really hot and would love to buy you a drink," he said, his candour shocking both me and Claire.
Claire laughed, "You're either the boldest guy in our year or the dumbest."
"Don't know about that, but you're clearly the most beautiful girl in our year," I said.
"Well, thank you Mike!" she blushed, "I'm Claire."
She held out her soft, smooth hand for me. I kissed it gently.
The thing nobody tells you about hot girls - the thing that Brandon knew - is that they're always lonely. The guys are too intimidated to befriend them and the girls are too jealous.
That evening, we saved Claire from being friendless.
We laughed and joked and shared our theories on how Game of Thrones was going to end (Hey, it was a different time. We thought that show would end well). And we started to get drunk. Very drunk.
I often wondered how my life would have turned out if I didn't have class the next day. I excused myself, saying I had to get to bed early. But the two of them continued drinking.
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of keys jangling in my dorm room door. I heard people giggling as they stumbled in.
"Shhhh, don't make any noise or you'll wake up Sir Lancelot!" said Brandon's voice.
I half-opened my eye to see what was going on. Brandon and Claire, both clearly drunk, were standing over me. Brandon had his arm around her waist and she had a bottle of vodka in her hand.
"Why do you call him Sir Lancelot?" she giggled as she whispered.
"Because he's a knight who always has to do the right thing! Who else would go to bed when the hottest girl in our year wants to drink with him?" he said standing behind her. He brought his hand to her belly, moving it up to her breasts with every word.
"That's mean! I have to say, I think Mikey is pretty cute. Don't tell him, but I had my eye on him at the orientation. And here I am, stuck with you," she said in a mocking voice.
"You wound me, woman!" he said, cupping her breast.
They were both heavily slurring their words. Claire couldn't stop giggling. She turned around to face him.
"Alright, alright, I had my eye on both of you! You're both pretty cute! But if he's Sir Lancelot, what does that make you, boob-grabber?" she leaned in closer to him.
"Me? Oh I'm King Arthur baby. This whole thing is my round table."
"Are you now?" She came closer to him, their noses were practically touching now.
"Don't believe me? Want me to pull out my sword and show you?"
Claire giggled again.
"You're silly.... I like you..."
"I like you too baby..."
Their lips touched.
"Mmmmmm," Claire moaned into Brandon's mouth as his tongue pushed forward.
He took her bomber jacket off, while she took her jeans off. I watched through half open eyes as my future wife stood there in her black low cut tank top and a pair of red underwear.
Brandon began undressing too. In a flash, his shirt and trousers were off. He stood in nothing but his boxers as his hands reached to the hem of Claire's tank top.
He pulled it up over head and took it off.
The first time I ever saw Claire's perfect tits, she was getting ready to fuck my best friend. I'm never going to forget the image.
Her large breasts hung heavy, the skin smooth and glistening in the light that filtered through my window.
Even in the half-light, I could tell she had massive areoles and puffy, pink nipples. I would learn later that they were sensitive to touch and stood erect whenever she was turned on.
"Wow" Brandon gasped. He reached out with both hands and held her breasts in his hand. Taking his time, he ran his thumb lightly over her nipples.
"Mmm," Claire said as she shivered. Instinctively, she reached out to rub his cock through his boxers.
Hardening at this sight, I reached into my own boxers under the sheets and started stroking my cock.
