I don't think I could tell you exactly when it first started happening, but one day it became very clear to me that I was developing a huge crush on one of my wife's best friends.
Tish had been a friend of my wife's since middle school, and they had stuck together despite going to separate high schools and separate colleges. When we got married, I made it clear that I was okay moving closer to my wife's family and friends, so Tish was one of the people we ended up close to.
Tish was married now, to her husband Eric, an older, Filipino man she had met online back in college. The two had two kids together, their youngest less than a year old. Despite being a mother of two, Tish was still beautiful. She was short, about 5'2", short black hair, brown eyes, and smooth, copper skin. Her mother was white, her father Latino, so she had inherited a deliciously glowing skin tone that made her both exotic and familiar.
Tish still carried a few extra pounds since the second baby, but it seemed that most of that was in her face and in her breasts. Her petite body was still shapely and curvaceous, though her breasts seemed to stretch her shirts more now than they had before she had kids.
We hung out with Eric and Tish every once in a while, sometimes catching movies together, or grilling out in their backyard, or even taking their kids to the zoo. Somewhere during all of that, I started noticing myself becoming attracted to Tish. Her body was one thing, but her whole demeanor -- sometimes playful, sometimes fierce -- made me want her all the more. Shamefully I have to admit that there were times when we would spend together, and I would have to excuse myself to go to the bathroom to relieve the erection that was straining my pants, or else usher my wife home and take out the sexual tension with her.
Things took a more serious turn just a few days ago. We were on our way home from visiting other friends in Detroit, and we stopped by Tish's house on the way back to have a mini barbeque in their back yard. It was early evening, so their place seemed quiet and relaxed when we pulled in and went inside their house. The relaxation wouldn't last long for me, though, because as soon as we walked in, I noticed that Tish was sporting some comfortable black Capri pants, and a tight grey t-shirt that formed perfectly around her breasts, showing me the outlines of her bra through the taut material. As we walked in, Tish was quick to great us with hugs, and I felt my dick stir as her breasts pressed against my chest, and my hand ran along her back briefly.
Tish didn't seem to notice. It was just a hug for her, but it had definitely set off my desire for her. Eric came inside and greeted us. He had already been starting the grill, and was just saying hi and grabbing the food to take out. We greeted each other and then he was off again. I contemplated doing the "man thing" and going to hang out with him, but instead pulled up a chair in the dining room with my wife and Tish to talk for a while. They were talking about books they had read, and the class they took together at the local community college in the evenings, and I found myself stealing glances into Tish's eyes, and letting my eyes roll over her breasts which now pressed against the table top as she leaned forward to talk.
One of Tish's two girls came walking out and said hi. Tara was three, and she had inherited the exotic, asian look of her father. She had been playing with markers in her room, and she asked for more paper to draw on. I watched as Tish got up, and quietly ran my eyes over the skin of her exposed feet and ankles, the shape of her thighs and ass, and the silhouette of her top ushering her daughter back to her room.
When Tish came back, I made a quick adjustment of my pants, trying to allow more room for my now raging hard cock to throb and ache.
Eric came in and announced food was ready, so we all got up and started carrying out the necessary trays and side dishes to compliment the meat off the grill. My wife and Eric were the ones doing most of the work, and I strategically made an effort to be the one to go back and forth between the inside and out, offering to carry out things for Tish. Tish smiled at me and was pleased for the help, and more than once I gently touched her hand with mine as if an accident when I took the dish from her hands.
In no time at all, the six of us were all sitting down outside, eating our dinner. The two girls, Eric and Tish, and me and my wife. I had ended up next to Tish, and again felt my dick throbbing uncomfortably against the restraint of my pants every time she looked at me, or every time our feet bumped together under the table. Things were made even more uncomfortable when everyone looked in one direction to see one of the girls running around after a lightning bug in the yard, and I quickly stole a glance at Tish's tight shirt, which now plainly showed her erect nipples pushing hard against the material confining them.
That was really all I could take, so I asked to use the bathroom and headed inside. I navigated the hallways leading to the bathroom, and stepped inside quickly, quietly closing the door. Before I had even had a chance to lock it, though, there came a knock from the other side. I opened the door, and was surprised to see Tish standing there.
"Can I come in for just a second? I need to get something."
"Sure," I smiled, and tried to step aside as she stepped into the bathroom with me. The bathroom was small, and she brushed against me as she came in, and I felt her leg press gently against my crotch, and felt my dick rise briefly at the touch.
Tish slipped by me and stood over near the toilet. "Could you close the door?"
"Um, sure," I murmured, and quietly shut the door.
"Lock it."
She was looking at me silently, and I couldn't tell what was going on behind her swimming, brown eyes. I did as she asked, bracing myself for what I thought might be a conversation about my inappropriate glances, and my accidental brush against her with the tip of my cock.
"You've been looking at me."
I swallowed and nodded.
"Not just this time. I think I've seen you trying to catch glimpses of me before. Looking down my shirt. Watching me help the kids."
"Yeah," I managed. "I'm sorry."
"No," she smiled softly, "you shouldn't be."
"Really?"
"Really. I feel the same way. I've been having thoughts of you for months."
"Wow," was all I could reply.
