The Interloper, Sabrina's version
Hi everyone, my name is Sabrina and I'd like to share a recent experience I had with my best friend Amber and her husband Frank. That experience scratched an itch I've had for a long time.
First, a little about myself. I'm 41 and am married. I'm 5' 9" and 135 pounds, I'm not overweight by any means, but I do have a little cushion here and there. I've been told I have amazing tits, which are nicely upturned C cups with large areolas, and I have very curvy hips.
The itch I mentioned, developed a while ago after I had met my now very best friend Amber, and her husband. Amber and I steadily grew closer as time went on, which eventually led to an attraction. A year or so ago, that attraction ultimately turned into me having sexual thoughts about both her and Frank, but mostly her. I wouldn't say I'm bi, and I've never been with another woman, but I do find myself attracted to certain types of women, and do have sexual thoughts about women on occasion. I guess you could say the girl next door look is the type that catches my eye.
Amber fits that look perfectly. She doesn't normally go out of her way with over-the-top makeup or sexy clothes, and usually wears minimal makeup, and very nice fitting, but more demure outfits. Though when she does step it up, she is absolutely stunning and a real head turner! However, I prefer her everyday beauty, and in my opinion is just as sexy, if not more so, than when she is decked on out in an LBD and a pair of "fuck me" high heels. She reminds me of Diane Lane for example, who many, my self-included, view as incredibly attractive with zero makeup.
To date, I've never acted on my attraction to her and Frank, as I value our friendship so much that I don't want to mess that up, or complicated their marriage. So, I just push those feelings and urges down and am thankful for what we do have. Though I'll admit, I've made myself cum dozens of times thinking about all types of scenarios with them.
Speaking of marriage, you might assume I'm not happy with my marriage, which is I suppose is partly true. Don't get me wrong, my husband is wonderful, but I do wish things were maybe a little different. He's a pilot that flies internationally, so he is rarely home, and when he is, much of his time is spent unwinding by lounging around and relaxing. When we do have sex, it's fine, but there isn't a lot passion or lust. I have tried to spice things up on occasion, most recently I experimented and shaved myself baby smooth. He appeared to like it, but it didn't really garner too much of a reaction from him; so, as you can imagine, I get lonely. My battery-operated friend helps, but that's still not the same as human interaction or touch.
Because Amber and I have become so close and incredibly comfortable with each other over the years, we pretty much talk about anything and everything without having to worry about any kind of judgment. Sexual stuff sometime enters the conversation, but Amber is fairly conservative, so it doesn't usually get too steamy or detailed.
We only live a few houses away from each other, and regularly come and go from each other's homes without evening knocking. We are even comfortable with each other's nudity, as we've seen each other naked while getting dressed for example. That by the way is tough on me, as her breasts are amazing, especially the creamy white areas that don't get tanned. When I see them, all I can ever think about is what it would be like to touch them. I have told her how perfect they are, and she always blushes a little and says thanks, and sometime she tells me mine are also very nice.
I digress; so back to what led up to what will hopefully happen again in the future. It was early Friday and Amber had asked if I wanted to come over for some wine and a movie later on. I said sure. I take advantage of those offers as much as possible, as many times we'll sit on the same couch next to each other. That gives me an opportunity to be close to her and on occasion I would "accidentally" lay my hand on her thigh or arm. I was doing some chores around the house and around 5 I got a text from her asking what time I was coming over; I told her about 8:00.
So a little before 8, I showered and put on a pair of lounge pants, a low cut sweatshirt and my favorite perfume. I don't wear perfume too often, but if I'm going to see Amber I almost always do. Lately, I've also gotten in the habit of wearing low cut blouses around her, as I keep hoping I might entice her to take a peek when I lean forward. A couple times I think I've caught her looking, which I enjoy, and which always give me butterflies.
I got to her house a little early, and as usual walked right in. I figured she would be in the living room or kitchen, but I didn't see her. I thought she might still be getting dressed so I walked around the corner to the hallway that leads to her bedroom. To my surprise, I could see Frank just outside their bedroom door. Amber had mentioned he was out of town, so I figured he must have got home early.
As I was about to announce myself and say "Hey Frank," he started frantically stripping his clothes of. Though it was a little weird for him to be taking his clothes off in the hallway, I hadn't put two and two together yet, and figured he was just going to take a shower or something. So almost said, "woah there buddy, are you giving out free shows." However, before I could, he slipped his underwear off and out popped a very nice package. I had never seen Frank nude, but had imagined how he was equipped, and Amber had described him some, but that's not the same as seeing it in person for the first time. He was clearly turned on as he was sporting some serious wood.
My left brain said to turn around and leave, but at this point, my right brain, and other parts of my body for that matter, were apparently in charge, so I just stood there gob smacked.
While I stood there gawking like a perv, Frank reached down and started to stroke himself. I think I actually licked my lips without even thinking about it. After a few strokes, he stepped into the room out of my sight. I was now at a cross roads. I had to decide whether to turn and leave or to get closer and maybe take just a little peek.
It didn't take long to decide, and I quietly walked up to their bedroom doorway. For reference, Amber and Franks bed is to the left of the doorway as you enter their room. As you walk down the hall, the doorway is on the left. That made it so that if I peeked around the left side of the door jamb, I could see the room from right to left, and the more I leaned in, the more to the left I could see. So as I leaned in more, Frank came into view, his right side being revealed first. He was facing away from the doorway, so I could see his right arm and right ass check. From the way his arm was moving and the way his ass was slowing moving, I could tell he was still masturbating. I could also tell based on the angle he was standing, that he would be looking directly at the bed.
So; two and two finally added up, and it dawned on me what had happened. Amber must have been on the bed having fun, and Frank must of heard or possibly saw her, and decided to strip down and watch before joining in. My mind raced to imagine exactly what Amber was doing to herself. Whatever it was, it clearly had Frank's motor running.
