Attracted To My Wifes Best Friend

Attracted to my Wife's Best Friend

Sean is sexually attracted to his wife's best friend, Jill.

My name is Sean. I'm sixty-two years old and, unembarrassed and unashamed to say, I'm attracted to my wife, Suzanne's, best friend, Jill. She doesn't know that I'm interested in having sex with her. Only, I fear that if I make a move on her, she may tell my wife that I said something sexually inappropriate or touched her where I shouldn't have touched her.

She's my image of a beautiful woman. She's sexy. She's shapely. She's very pretty, and she has big tits and a nice ass. She's intelligent and she's funny. What more would a man want in a woman? Besides, in the way that some men love legs and asses, with breasts my favorite part of a woman's body, I love women with big tits, and she definitely has big boobs.

Jill is 60 years old. She's 5' 6" tall and weighs a slim 125 pounds. She has brownish, black hair. Evidence from the photos that I've seen of her when she was younger, her original color hair was dark, mahogany brown. She has a very pretty face with dimples, a great smile, and big, brown, expressive eyes. I love her pretty face and her dimples as much as I love her shapely body.

As if undressing her with my eyes, hung up on her big tits, something that I can't stop myself from staring at, she has big breasts. If I were to guess, she's at least a D cup, perhaps, a little bigger, a double D cup, maybe. I don't know. It's hard to tell women's bra sizes. Judging her breast size from my wife's B cup breasts, Jill's tits are much bigger tits.

She has an infectious laugh. She has the kind of laugh that makes me laugh with her. In the way that she laughs out loud, whatever she thinks if funny, I think is funny, too.

With her the center of attention, I always know when she's in a room. If she's not beautiful enough, with her bright white and perfect teeth, she's even more beautiful when she smiles. I love her smile and with her always smiling and laughing, she looks so happy.

While wishing I was married to her instead of to my hard to please, and too serious wife Suzanne, Jill makes me want to be a part of her endless energy. As if every day with her is a party, she makes me wish that I could celebrate with her. My life would be so different had I married Jill instead of Suzanne. After knowing one another for more than thirty-years, I don't think that I'd be lusting over Suzanne in the way that I'm lusting over my wife's best friend.

Looking ten-years younger than her age, with her looking more beautiful than she did at fifty years old, every time I see her, unable to take my eyes off of her, she takes my breath away. She increases my heartbeat, raises my pulse and, with my stiff prick throbbing and pulsating for her, hardens my cock. I'd love to take her in my arms, wrap my arm around her waist, and rest my hand on top of her buttocks, and kiss her before sliding my hand down to cup and squeeze her shapely ass through her short skirt.

Then, while hoping she'd return my kiss with her kiss, I'd love to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her. A woman that I've known nearly as long as my wife, I'd love to make out with my wife's best friend while touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes. Something that a married man should never kiss, touch, and feel another married woman, especially when that woman is my wife's best friend, I'd love to have sex with her.

Finally, while continuing to make out with her, and touching and feeling her through her clothes, I'd love to slowly undress her. I'd love to strip her naked while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere. Then, I'd love to have forbidden sex with her.

Alas, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, whenever I masturbate myself, I think of her. I stroke my cock over the thoughts of seeing her in her bra and panties, and in her short, sheer, sexy, and low-cut nightgowns. While stroking myself faster and harder, I imagine seeing her topless. I imagine seeing her naked.

With my wife wearing a one-piece bathing suits, as if she's a swimsuit model instead of a 60 year old woman, Jill loves wearing sexy bikinis. With her as curvaceously shapely as she is sexy, she has the body to wear such revealing swimming attire. With her giving more to masturbate over later, I've seen Jill in her sexy bikinis in my backyard and in her backyard. If only we had a pool, I'd play Marco Polo with her. If only we had a hot tub, I'd imagining us relaxing in the warm water while naked.

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Something that I fantasize doing, a way for me to get Jill alone, I'd love to invite her on my boat. Yet, hard to get her away from my wife, I'd never get her alone on my boat without being too suspicious. With me never taking the boat out alone, not safe for a sixty-two-year-old man to do, Suzanne would definitely think that I was up to something if I told her that I was taking the boat out alone.

My wife never removes her bathing suit top when on our boat, even when we're in the middle of the ocean and there's no one around her to see. I imagine Jill removing her bikini top in front of me. I imagine her sunning topless while tanning on deck. I imagine her asking me to rub sunscreen on her topless body.

As if Jill is Madonna as Amber in Guy Ritchie's movie Swept Away, I'd love to be stranded on a deserted, desert island with her. Yet, it was fun to imagine her coming aboard my boat without my wife knowing that we were alone and out on the ocean while Jill was topless. Finally getting her alone, I visualized all the sexy things that we could do without her husband or my wife knowing.

Then, as if she was here with me instead of in my dream, I heard her voice.

'Sean. Please put some sunscreen on my back, arms, shoulders, and legs,' I imagine her saying in her sexy voice. 'I don't want to burn.'

Obediently obeying her, I imagined massaging her beautiful back with sunscreen. While protecting her from the sun, I rubbed sunscreen all over her shapely shoulders and arms. Then, I took my time rubbing sunscreen all over the back of her legs. Ever so slowly, I moved my hand between her thighs with the back of my hand ever so slowly sliding along her bikini bottom clad pussy. Then, something I never thought she'd say, my dream coming true, she said what I needed to hear.

'Now do my front,' I imagine her saying while watching her pushing up on her hands to roll herself over.

As shocked as I was excited, I couldn't believe that Jill asked me to rub sunscreen all over her naked breasts.

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As soon as she rolled over on her back, I stared at her enormous, double D cup, naked breasts as if I had never seen naked tits before. I stared at her dark pink, symmetrical areolas. I stared at her lighter pink, erect nipples. Something that I've longed to see since I've known her, I'll be masturbating over seeing her huge, naked breasts for the rest of my horny life.

Even though she gave me her permission to do so, I was afraid to touch her. Would she tell my wife that she was alone with me on my boat? Would she tell her that she removed her bikini top? Would she tell her that she allowed me to rub sunscreen all over her naked breasts?

Daring myself to do so, I wanted to rub sunscreen all over her huge tits while fingering her erect nipples. Yet enough that I was innocently massaging her nearly naked body and seeing her naked breasts, I didn't want this to be a sexual thing even though I did want this to be a sexual thing. Nevertheless, Jill was my wife's best friend. She was my best friend, Tim's, wife.

I couldn't help but wonder if she was sexually seducing me, instead of me trying to have sex with her. While continuing to stare at her naked breasts, I imagined rubbing sunscreen all over the front of her legs and in between her thighs while sliding the back of my hand slowly along her bikini clad pussy. Then, I imagined putting sunscreen on the front of her shoulders and arms. Finally, as dreaming my sexual fantasy, something that I'll be masturbating over tonight and tomorrow morning, I imagined her telling me what I wanted and needed to hear again.

'Sean,' I imagined her saying while staring up me with her big, beautiful, brown eyes. 'You forgot to put sunscreen on my chest,' I imagine her saying while giving me a sexy look and a naughty smile.

Instantly, I had a bulging erection in my bathing suit at the thought of touching, feeling, massaging, and fondling her naked breasts while coating them with sunscreen. Taking my time, something that I'll be masturbating over tonight, tomorrow morning, and for the rest of my horny life, I moved to my knees beside her. As if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my head, if it wasn't enough that I saw Jill's naked breasts but now, she asked me to rub sunscreen all over her gigantic tits.

Using both of my hands, with her huge breasts bigger than my hands, I massaged sunscreen all over her beautiful, naked tits. Not missing a spot, I took my time while continuing massaging her naked breasts and careful not to touch her erect nipples. I didn't want this to be a sexual massage but a massage that my best friend's wife and my wife's best friend asked me to give her. Then, as soon as I stood, she said something else that I hoped she'd say and couldn't believe she said.

'Sean,' I imagined her saying. 'You didn't rub sunscreen on my nipples. I don't want them to get burned. Please put sunscreen on my nipples," she said.

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'Thank you, Jesus,' I thought to myself.

As if I was praying to God and thanking him for this moment, I rubbed sunscreen on her erect nipples. Now allowing this opportunity to pass me by, making sure that her nipples were completely covered with sunscreen, I added more sunscreen. I pinched her nipples. I pulled her nipples. I turned her nipples, and I twisted her nipples. I did everything but suck her nipples.

'Thank you, Sean,' I imagined her saying.

I envisioned giving her a big smile. Then, I pictured her saying something else that I hadn't expected her to say.

'You didn't say anything about my breasts, Sean,' I visualized her saying. 'Are you not a breast man? Don't you like women's breasts,' I imagined her saying while looking sad. 'Don't you like my tits?'

I stared down at her naked breasts before staring at her big, brown eyes and before staring at her naked tits again.

'Oh, Jill,' I imagined saying. 'I love your enormous, natural breasts. You have the biggest and the shapeliest tits that I've ever seen and felt. I love touching them, feeling them, massaging them, and fondling them while rubbing sunscreen all over your big nipples,' I pictured myself saying.

I envisioned her giving me another sexy smile and a naughty look.

'Thank you, Sean,' I imagined her saying while cupping her big breasts in the palms of her hands.

Something my wife would never do, she remained topless the entire time that she was on my boat. Then, shocking me as much as she excited me, she removed her bikini bottom. Jill was naked. Not stopping there, she rested on the deck chair on her stomach. I stared at her shapely, naked ass.

'Sean,' I imagined her saying. 'Please but sunscreen on my buttocks so that I don't get burned.'

As if she was my Dominatrix and I was her obedient, sunscreen slave, once again, I knelt beside her while touching, feeling, massaging, and fondling her shapely, naked ass. I coated her perfect backside with sunscreen. I imagined her having a beautiful ass, a perfect ass.

I imagined that her ass was as firm as it was soft. While worshiping her naked ass, I continued feeling her ass, rubbing her ass, massaging her ass, and squeezing her beautiful buttocks. Imagining tossing her salad, I wished that I could lick her ass. I wished I could fuck her ass. I wished I could take naked photos of Jill with my cellphone to show all of my friends that I gave her a full body, naked massage.

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In the way that I used to fantasized over my wife, before we were married, decades ago, I now fantasized over Jill. Before we were married, when we were dating and before we had sex, I used to imagine my wife naked and having sex with her. Now, I imagine my wife's best friend naked and her allowing me to have sex with her.

In love with my wife's best friend, I think of Jill every day. Sexually attracted to her, I masturbate every night and, again, every morning while imagining her naked and having forbidden, extramarital sex with me. Only, I don't know how to get her to have sex with me without my wife knowing and her husband finding out that I had sex with his wife.

I've had dreams of us together. Taking my time with her when we're sitting together on the couch in the living room while my wife is out running errands, I imagine kissing her. I imagine her not only allowing me to kiss her, but I imagine her returning my kiss with her kiss. Then, I imagine parting her lips with my tongue and French kissing her. Again, with me having an active imagination, I imagine her returning my French kiss with her long, wet kisses.

While continuing to make out with one another, with her having bigger tits than my wife's B cup breasts, I envision feeling her D cup or her double D cup breasts through her blouse and her bra. Then, I envision feeling her shapely backside with my hand while continuing to kiss her. Finally, with her not stopping me, not slapping my face, and/or not admonishing me, I visualize parting her knees with my hand and feeling her shapely, naked thighs.

Then, as if angels played their harps while bluebirds sang, I picture myself cupping her pussy in the palm of my hands while touching her pussy through her panties with my probing fingertips. Teasing her and enticing her, while making her squirm with sexual arousal, I picture myself fingering her clit through her panties. I'd not only love to masturbate her, but I'd love to eat her. While wondering what she looked like and sounded like when cumming, I'd love to give her and orgasm with my fingers and my tongue.

Returning the favor of me touching her, I imagined her showing me that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I pictured her resting her hand on my throbbing and pulsating bulge. I imagine her squeezing my erection through my pants while fingering the head of my clothe cock. I imagine her sexually exciting me as much as I sexually aroused her.

As if we had all the time in the world, I visualized slowly undressing her. Not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, this was my first time alone with her and seeing anything of the woman that I've known for nearly as long as I've known my wife. Even though I imagined seeing her topless and naked in my dreams and fantasies, I was excited to see all that I've never seen of her. I've imagined seeing her topless and naked whenever I'm alone with my bad self, and with my hand around my erection and stroking myself while thinking of her.

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I continued envisioning myself feeling her big breasts through her blouse and bra. I envisioned unbuttoning her blouse one slow button at a time. Something that made me hotter and hornier, I could already see the outline of her white, low-cut, brassiere through her sheer blouse. I imagined that I could see the impressions of her big nipples that showed through her bra and blouse, too.

I held my breath in sexual anticipation as I imagined slowly and sexily undressing her. With each unbuttoned button, I stopped to see what that revealed. With her not stopping me from disrobing her, I imagined her smiling up at me as if she was as sexually aroused as I was excited from unclothing this beautiful woman. I hoped that she'd want me to undress her as much as I wanted to undress her. I couldn't wait to strip her naked.

As if I was her husband and she was my wife, as if I was her boyfriend and she was my girlfriend, and/or as if we were already lovers, I continued unbuttoning her blouse. With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned the next button of her blouse. Then, I parted open her blouse to see the tops of her jiggling breasts, and her long line of sexy cleavage. Something that I had yearned to do, I cupped her big tits through her sexy brassiere with both hands.

Then, as if my fingertip was the skis of a Norwegian skier ski racing down a steep mountain slope at the winter Olympic games, having the urge to yodel to hear my echo, I traced her cleavage with my finger. She has beautiful breasts. Her enormous tits are so meaty and shapely. I imagine that they feel as soft as they feel firm. I can't wait to remove her bra and see her naked breasts, her symmetrical areolas, and her erect nipples.

As if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my head and she was a stripper on stage about to dance around a pole to music while slowly and sexily removing her clothes, I continued unbuttoning her blouse. I unbuttoned the third and fourth buttons of her blouse, the final buttons. I open her blouse wide while removing it from her shapely shoulders. There it was, her double over the shoulder, big boulder holder. Her sexy, low-cut, sheer, white brassiere.

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I didn't appreciate how truly big her breasts really were until I saw them harnessed by her white and sheer brassiere. Definitely a double D cup, her breasts were much bigger than I thought and much bigger than my hands. She has huge breasts, much bigger breasts than my wife's modest, B cup breasts. Unable to help myself, while continuing to French kiss her, I felt her left, bra clad breast before I felt her right, bra clad breasts. I love feeling a woman's breasts through her clothes while making out with her.

As soon as I felt her breasts through her bra, I felt the impressions of her nipples erecting in the palms of my hands. There's something special about making out with a woman while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her bra. Clearly obvious, she not only had big breasts but also, she had big nipples, too. I loved her big breasts as much as I loved her big nipples.

While masturbating myself, I imagined fingering and squeezing her erect nipples through her bra and to her sexual delight. Seemingly, I envisioned that she enSuzanneyed me feeling her bra clad breasts and fingering her erect nipples as much as I enSuzanneyed feeling her bra clad breasts while fingering her nipples through her brassiere. Then, I leaned into her to kiss her, again, while continuing to feel her tits through her bra. I loved feeling Jill's big breasts through her sheer brassiere.

While hoping that she'd allow me to remove her brassiere and show me her naked breasts, I couldn't wait to see them. With me already taking too much time unbuttoning her blouse, before my wife came home, I needed to remove her bra. I needed to see her naked breasts. I needed to see her symmetrical areolas. I needed to see her erect nipples. Giving me even more to masturbate over when not with her and while thinking of her, I needed to see Jill topless.

Adding to my dreams and increasing what I masturbate over when thinking of her, I needed to touch, feel, and fondle her naked breasts in my hands while pinching, pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. I needed to take her nipples in my mouth and suck them. I hoped my wife was delayed running her errands. Not wanting her to catch us together on the couch with Jill's blouse unbuttoned and/or her topless, I needed to have my sexual way with her naked breasts before my wife returned home.

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I love my wife. I've always been faithful to her. I've never cheated on her. Yet, I'm a man. I'm a horny, sexually frustrated man. Especially when I think of Jill naked and having forbidden sex with her, I'm desperate to have sex with her. Yet, how do I do that without my wife finding out that I had sex with her best friend? How do I bed Jill without her husband knowing that I fucked his wife? Can I trust her not to tell my wife and her husband that I want her?