My wife and I are in our early thirties and have a boring sex life. I usually fantasize about my wife's best friend, Bianca.
Bianca is a native of Italy, and she is an attractive young widow at 35. She is a voluptous brunette with beautiful ringlets of hair cascading down around a perfect face. She is very busty, but always wears conservative blouses and skirts due to being very religious.
Bianca runs a small gift shop, and I stopped in one day to get my wife an anniversary gift.
"Why the long face?" I said as I entered, because she was all alone there looking despondant leaning on the counter.
Suddenly she burst past me,locked the entrance, and ran sobbing into the back room.
I followed her with alarm, and saw her sitting in the semi-dark dabbing at a tissue.
"Business is bad," she choked, "and I can't pay the rent this month."
As she played with the crucifix around her neck, my eyes were directed to her heaving bosom, hidden beneath a frilly blouse. I felt my prick stiffen, and I moved in next to her.
"There, there. Stand up and let me hug you." I advised.
As she did so, the smell of purfume in her hair made me pull her tight against my hard on. She tried to shift a little, but I held the small of her back and rubbed her tight skirt with my bulge.
"All I do all day is dream of fucking you." I whispered.
Bianca gasped and tried to break free.
"Are you out of your mind? I'll tell your wife!" she hissed, but now I was clutching her ass cheeks and humping with confidence against her mound.
"I'd hate to see you lose the shop." I said quietly. Now one hand was cupping her ass through her pantyhose while the other started unbuttoning her blouse.
Bianca's breath was ragged and she began to stammer."If-If I let you see me naked will you leave?"
The blouse pulled open and I gasped at her tits. Even in her bra the nipples were visible. I slid her straps down and began roughly twisting her puffy tips.
Bianca began to breathe fast and shallow and pulled me close."Hurt them." she whispered."My husband used to hurt them." As I pulled harder she moaned and unzipped my pants.
With my free hand, I unzipped her skirt and she stepped out of it. She was jacking my cock in a fever trance, and every time I tugged or twisted her inflamed nipples she moaned louder.
I pushed her back on her desk, and she started to come back to her senses.
"I won't do this. I'll cry rape."
I pulled out a wad of bills and flung them on her naked, heaving chest.
"Here's the rent." I hissed, "and here's my pocket knife. Cut open your own pantyhose so I can fuck you properly."