I met Melissa the same day that I met my wife. They were best friends who met in college and spent all of their time together. Since they were both from Colombia and met at college in the US, they had a tight bond. Throughout the years, we became good friends, and I found myself inexplicably attracted to her. Her natural flirtatious attitude was irresistible not only to me but also to every man that knew her. I had fantasized about Melissa for years, and I had been in many situations where I was tempted to make a move on her. She even gave signs that she would be willing. However, we were both loyal to my wife and didn't want to betray her. This story recounts an actual event that happened in our lives. I guess when you put people in awkward situations often enough, they are bound to give in.
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My wife, Vanessa, had been an amateur model for a couple years, and I enjoyed going with her to photo shoots. It turned me on to know that people were attracted to her and probably pleasuring themselves thinking about her after the photo shoot. Every now and then she would get an offer from a photographer to travel to another city for a shoot. I would often go along with her for security and for the free vacation.
Needless to say I was excited to find out that Vanessa had talked our friend Melissa into going to D.C. with us for the photo shoot. Although I had known Melissa for a long time, and had been in some pretty awkward situations with her, I had never seen her in lingerie posing for the camera. Awkward situations: I guess by this I mean that there were times that a certain sexual tension existed between us. She exuded a natural sexual essence in the way she looked at me, the way she moved around me, and the way she talked to me. Over the years she had talked to me about her boyfriends, the good ones and the bad ones. Lately she had been desperate without a boyfriend. She had hooked up with a couple guys just for sex, but hadn't been really satisfied for a long time. She said that there was a difference between getting off once with a guy and being thoroughly satisfied day after day by that guy. She missed the latter. She was a couple years younger than my wife, 23, and she hadn't had that many partners. So I guess she was still trying to figure out what she liked. I had never cheated on my wife, but I thought about it a lot with Melissa.
Who could blame me? She had the perfect features. Her heritage gave her skin a natural olive glow all year. She had full, pouty lips and big, green eyes framed by long, flowing black hair. It was easy to be seduced by a glance or a casual moistening of her lips. Her long, thin legs brought your gaze up to a very soft, round ass. It was not the kind of ass that a big girl would have. It was shaped like an upside down heart; her hips were narrow, but her butt stuck out in the back if you looked at her from the side. This is where her Colombian roots were very apparent. Many would say this is her most enticing feature, but if you can continue to move your gaze up past her thin, tone waist you would come to her perfectly shaped, inexplicably soft and round natural breasts that she showed off with pride. A full D cup that she tauntingly shoved into a C cup just so they would explode out of the top. She has said that her tits are her best attribute, and she confidently dressed to showcase this asset. I often imaged softly caressing her tits and squeezing them together.
My wife didn't help my infatuation with Melissa in the least. She and Melissa would often ask me what I thought about their outfits before they would go out. This, of course, meant to me to check her out and stare at her assets. She would ask me if I thought Melissa was pretty, and she would talk to me about the sexual exploits that Melissa would tell her about in detail. All this really did for me was make me imagine Melissa fucking in all sorts of positions. After these conversations I usually had to relieve myself by nailing Vanessa against the wall with my cock. I think this may be one of the reasons she kept talking to me about these topics.
I also suspected that Vanessa and Melissa had messed around. It was no secret that they were attracted to each other. They kissed each other playfully and passed it off as a joke, but they seemed really into each other. I just wanted to make sure that if they did decide to have sex that I would be there to enjoy it.
When we picked up Melissa at her apartment she was running late, as usual. I flopped on the couch while Vanessa went back to the bedroom to hurry her up. When they came into the living room they were both wearing mini skirts and tight tops. "Well, that was worth the wait. You guys look great!." They smiled and said they were ready.
On the way out the door Vanessa grabbed my ass and said, "You look pretty good yourself, little boy." I gave her a quick peck and a smile as we headed off to the airport.