Dear Cathy,
We've known each other for years, and I'd hate to lose our friendship. I know you are upset at me, so let me explain how this whole thing happened. When you hear the details I hope you'll understand why I did what I did. I also want you to know what you're getting yourself into.
I met Jeff shortly after I married Eric. They had been college roommates and best buddies for more than 8 years. After graduation, they both got jobs as junior partners with the same CPA firm. They held season tickets and followed their old college's weekly athletic endeavors far more closely than either of them scrutinized their clients' financial records. Eric invited me along a few times, but I don't like sports so it was Eric's time to be with his best friend.
I didn't like Jeff at first and I'm pretty sure he didn't like me. He was cool and distant. He made several comments about how Eric never went out drinking with him anymore now that he had his "ball and chain" (me).
Jeff, in many ways is the opposite of Eric. Where Eric is soft-spoken and humble, Jeff is extroverted and supremely confident. Eric works hard because he lacks confidence in himself and always feels like he needs to prove his worth to everyone he works with. Jeff is more like a salesman. He can be exceedingly charming when he wants something from you and will lavish you with attention and compliments – whatever it takes to get a contract or to get a woman in bed.
Women like me often find ourselves magnetically drawn to men like Jeff. Maybe it's the challenge of it. We want to make them fall in love with us, and sometimes they do. In this case, Jeff did. He fell in love with me and I never even tried to make it happen.
Cathy, I don't have to tell you that Jeff's a hunk. With those broad shoulders and square jaw, and the red convertible, he reeks of sexuality. He always wears a manly after shave, expensive suits, power ties, and a handkerchief in his vest pocket, and that's a big turn-on for me. He works out and keeps himself physically fit. Problem is, he's handsome and he knows it.
Like you, I have always had a thing for the bad boys. I admit in those early days, even though I found him obnoxious and arrogant, I fantasized several times about seducing him and letting him fuck my brains out. But I was married to his best friend, so I was sure nothing would come of it.
Eric had told me Jeff was a ladies man. And even though Jeff seemed to pick up a lot of girls for one-night stands, Eric also told me Jeff was still raw after a girlfriend had dumped him after two years. At the time, I had no idea it was you.
About 18 months ago, things changed. Jeff gradually warmed up to me after he began visiting our house with two other guys for poker games every Friday night, and watching sports on our big screen TV most Saturday afternoons. Jeff even flirted with me a few times but I didn't take it seriously.
Around that same time, our marriage began cooling off. Eric hardly ever talked to me anymore. If something was bothering him, he talked with Jeff not me. Eric never seemed to have time for me, and when we were alone, he often talked about Jeff or Jeff's latest sexual conquest. Eric is a good man and was always a faithful husband. I still love him, but by our fifth year of marriage, our sex life had dwindled to a once a week routine of him getting his rocks off, and then he'd fall asleep leaving my needs unfulfilled. When I tried to tell Eric I was unhappy, he brushed it off. It's a good thing we didn't have kids because I am sure he would have treated them the same way.
As time went on, it seemed that the more my marriage faltered, the more Jeff paid attention to me. I often wondered what Eric told him about me and our relationship. For me and Jeff, it was a love-hate kind of thing. He was often rude and obnoxious to me, but he also seemed to want to be around me a lot. The more I ignored him, the harder he tried to engage me in conversation, even if it involved trading insults. Whenever he made comments about my ass, I said he WAS one. It was mostly playful, but occasionally his rudeness got to me, like the night he told me (didn't ask me) to get him another beer. I said something snippy, and Eric took Jeff's side and chewed me out for being a bad hostess to his guests.
Another time, after too many beers, Jeff told Eric he was envious of our relationship and our "happy marriage" (even though it wasn't really that happy any more). He made jokes a few times that if Eric ever divorced me he'd be glad to "show me a good time." Eric laughed, but I was surprised by it.
I had caught Jeff eyeballing me a number of times. I don't like to dress slutty, but I usually buy clothes that show off a bit of cleavage. My breasts are my best assets, and I like to show them off tastefully. One time, I reached across the poker table to take away Jeff's empty beer bottle, and when I leaned forward, I accidentally gave him a good look down the front of my top. He didn't even try to hide his ogling when I caught him staring. Instead, he just smiled and said "Nice." I looked over at Eric who was busy shuffling cards.
After a few months of having Jeff and some of Eric's other buddies around, Jeff started hitting on me regularly. He'd wait until I went to the kitchen to make an excuse to join me there and talk. Sometimes, I couldn't get rid of him. He'd ask me to make him a special sandwich and talk my ear off. The insults stopped and he lavished me with compliments on my rather ordinary outfits. But I liked the attention, and found myself wearing clothing that made me look sexy whenever I knew Jeff would be coming by.
One Saturday – you probably remember when - you and I watched chick flicks while the guys were in the family room watching the game. While you went in the bathroom, Jeff came up to me into the kitchen, got really close and said "Hold it." He reached up and pulled an imaginary fleck of something out of my hair. Then he stood there looking into my eyes just a foot from my face. I thought he was going to try to kiss me but after a long uncomfortable pause, he smiled and walked away, leaving me breathless. I told Eric what Jeff had done and Eric said it was no big deal, and that Jeff was just being Jeff.
"Jeff's a ladies man, always has been. He was just flirting with you. I'm sure it's no big deal."
I was surprised Eric didn't act even the slightest bit jealous, which led me to believe our marriage had cooled to the point it could almost freeze nitrogen. I decided I should try to revive our sex life, but it was rather disappointing sex. Mostly, I took care of Eric's needs – I even gave him some really great oral sex -- but then he just rolled over and went to sleep. Sometimes when I tried to initiate sex, Eric told me he wasn't in the mood or was tired. I found myself having to take care of my own needs. And more than a few times, I found myself masturbating and fantasizing about having sex with Jeff. It seemed like harmless fantasy.
But one Friday night, Jeff hit on me when Eric ran down to the corner store for more beer. He came into the kitchen and joked that Eric had told him to keep me company while he was gone and that we could use the bedroom if we wanted. I gave a mocking "ha ha" and tried to ignore it, but he didn't give up. He came up behind me while I was mixing up my homemade chili recipe, reached around and hugged me, cupped my breasts, and spooned me against him. I elbowed him away, but not before I felt what had to be his erection against the cheek of my ass.
"What the hell was that?" I asked him in a voice that probably should have been a lot more indignant. He just laughed, said "Nice tits," and went back to the family room. I decided I needed to have a talk with him one-on-one, so I sat him down and asked him what was going on. He acted like he didn't know what I was talking about.
"Look Jeff, you've been hitting on me for weeks now. I'm married to your best friend, what do you want from me?"
He looked astonished and caught completely off guard. "I want YOU."
