My friend Bill was about 55 and he adored his 32 year old trophy wife. It would be fair to say that he was in awe of his blond goddess and sometimes seemed dazed that she was married to him. Certainly I had no idea that anything was wrong between them until the night the blond, Sherri, dropped by my apartment. I was watching the Winter Olympics and had no idea what she was doing walking into my place without Bill in hand. I got her a coke and seated her on the couch and sat next to her.
As we watched and discussed the Olympic competitions, Sherri ran her hand into the back of my sweat pants and leaned into me while massaging the top of my ass. For a minute I just looked at her and wondered what was going on. She wouldn't look at or speak to me, but her body did all the talking that was necessary.
I reached out to Sherri and pulled her down on the couch and tentatively kissed her and she returned my kisses passionately. We snuggled together and pressed out bodies together. Within five minutes I felt an erection growing and decided I needed to back off and assess what was transpiring. This was, after all, the wife of a good friend.
I said to Sherri, "Let's cool it...I'm getting a hard-on from this." She pressed into me and said, "I know...it feels so good." We stared into each other's eyes for a minute and I broke the spell by releasing her and I put my hands on the waistband of her slacks. I said, "Lift." She lifted her torso and I pulled her slacks and panties off and she pulled each leg out of her slacks. She was naked from the waist down and fully clothed from the waist up.