Let me start by saying that this is a true story. It is me sharing some of the most interesting years of my life with anyone on this site that is interested in reading. I'm not a writer. The first installment was wrongly placed in the "loving wives" category. If you're interested in it, please look it up there. Please rate and commit. I appreciate both positive and negative feedback. I hope you enjoy.
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It had been almost a year since Shirley (my wife) and I(L.A.) first met our new friends via our new CrossFit membership.
In that year we had become quite close to a number of people there. The strongest bond that had been forged was between me and Krista. We had become like brother and sister or better yet, best friends.
The events that led to us becoming so close are very interesting. Shortly after joining the gym I had literally stumbled upon Krista having an affair with James (another new friend from CF). On multiple occasions I had arrived at the gym early to find Krista in the back supply closet jacking off James.
Krista seemed to be drawn to me when she realized that I wasn't going to rat her out. Every time that I caught them together Krista was aware. She often made eye contact with me while she jerked him. Sometimes she would even mouth things to me while going to work on his cock.
The fact is that I would never tell Josh. Josh is her husband. In fact, I wouldn't tell anyone. I couldn't tell anyone. I could never admit that I loved seeing her jack him off. I loved the way his cock looked in her hand. I loved the way she man handled his larger than average cock as if she owned it.
Even though she and I were only friends, I loved looking her in the eyes as she jerked him off. I loved seeing her feminine hand reach around and grab his bare ass. I loved seeing her squeeze his ass cheeks firmly. I loved seeing this well-built sexy wife cheat on her husband with another of my friends. I loved keeping her secret.
I also loved the fact that James didn't have a clue that I knew about any of it.
The first installment of this story ended shortly after James tried to force Krista to suck his cock. They were in the back supply closet and she was jerking him as she had done so many times before. Out of nowhere James decided that she was going to suck his cock that day. He became physical with her. He scared her. She thought that she was going to be forced to suck his cock.
Enter L.A.
I caused a scene at the front of the gym and essentially rescued her. She felt in debt to me. She swore that she would never be involved with James again. She actually set up a situation that caused her husband Josh to think James was interested in her.
Josh became angry and made it impossible for James and Krista to ever be around each other.
That's around the time that Krista and I began getting close. Progressively by the week we got closer and closer. We communicated about everything and did so all the time. We talked or text every day, sometimes all day off and on.
We communicated so much that both of our spouses became jealous and questioned why we talked so much. That's when we decided that the best way for us to communicate would be through email. We both created dummy email accounts and began using them for the majority of our communication.
Over the last year I have learned everything that there is to know about Krista.
Everything!
I know that she was raped in college and still deals with it. I know that she uses being raped as a crutch to not be intimate with her husband Josh.
I've learned that she's not attracted to Josh at all. She loves him but is not in love with him. She also loves her life style. She's a stay at home mom and Josh allows her to be. That fact accompanied by him being the father of her two children is the only reason she remains married to him.
I've also learned that she has a dark and freaky side that she keeps suppressed.
She's shared with me that prior to settling down with Josh she would intentionally get drunk so that she could have sex with different guys and have an excuse as to why. She liked being fucked. She liked sucking cock. She liked a lot of things that she had been depriving herself of because of who she was married to.
Maybe the freakiest thing about her was her desire to know about my sex life with Shirley. She asked me every question that a human can think of about my sex life. She wanted to know if she sucked my cock? If she was good at sucking cock? Do I deep throat her? Do I fuck her in the ass? Do I use condoms? She would beg me to tell her the details of our sex life.
She also wanted to know about my sex life before Shirley.
Early on, I didn't share anything with her. I would blow her off. I would tell her that she didn't really want to know that stuff and then I would change the subject.
That worked for a while. Then I began wanting to tell her things. Gradually I began to share that part of myself with her.
She loved it. She was so fascinated with the things I shared with her. She loved hearing about my days as a professional baseball player and having a different sex partner in every city. She loved hearing about the various ways I would fuck my partners. She was mesmerized by my adventures.
Now, at this point of the story, I share everything with her. I don't hide anything from my best friend. That's right. No longer sister material. She is the one person in life that I share all of myself with. She knows everything about me and I know everything about her. SO, I THOUGHT!
I WAS WRONG!
The CrossFIt Southeastern Regionals is a competition where the fittest athletes from all over the southeast U.S. come together to find out who will go to the CrossFit games.
This year a group of us (about 8 people) from our gym decided to rent a house in St. Augustine, FL so that we could attend the competition. The competition was in Jackson, FL.
From the rental house to the competition was just a short drive, 30 minutes max.
We arrived in St. Augustine on Thursday around 5pm. Everyone was starving. Since we had been driving most of the day everyone wanted to stay in, cook, and eat together. Shortly after food preparations began, so did the alcoholic beverages.
By the time dinner was served everyone was pretty tipsy.
Dinner was great, and the atmosphere was even better. Everyone was having a blast. So much so that I didn't realize until after dinner how much everyone had drunk.
There were empty beer bottles all over the place. There were also about half a dozen wine bottles laying around.
Saying that everyone was drunk would not be an exaggeration.
Noticing this caused me to stop drinking and begin focusing on sobering up so that at least one person was able to make sound decisions.
During my sober up phase I began cleaning up the kitchen with a couple of other not as drunk folks.
Once I was done the clock read 11:37pm.
Shirley was struggling to stay awake. Realizing this, I walked over to her and told her that I wanted to take her to bed. She slurringly agreed to go with me.
Once we reached our bedroom, we both began undressing. Shirley got completely naked and jumped into bed. I too, got completely naked. I walked over to her, kissed her on the forehead, and told her that I had to pee, and I'd be right back. She slurred "OooKkk".
When I returned from draining my bladder, I could hear Shirley lightly snoring. She was sound asleep. I lightly called her name several times. No reply, only snores.
With that, I decided to get dressed and go back out to the living room area to see if anyone was still up. As I approached the living room, I heard the sliding glass door at the back of the house close. Then out from the other side of the house walked one of the wives. Her name was Katie. She had apparently just tucked her drunk husband into bed and was like me, without a companion.
Katie was married to Chris. They had two little girls and had been together for ten years. She wasn't much of a looker. She had very average looks and a very average body.
She asked if I was the only one up and I told her that I was pretty sure that someone had just walked out back to the beach but that I didn't know who it was.
She asked if I was going to be up for a while and when I told her yes, she walked to the fridge and got both of us a beer. We stood at the bar and began to chat.
I assume it was the alcohol because I had never looked at Katie with anything other than polite, gentlemanly, friendly eyes.
However, in this moment I couldn't help but make continuous glances at her breast. She had obviously removed her bra when she went to her room.
Her tits were big. I would guess a full D cup, if not bigger. Her nipples were very big and brown, and I felt like they were calling my name. They were hard and poking out firmly from her night shirt. I couldn't stop glancing at them.
Katie was in a chatty mood. Fortunately for me she didn't require many replies. She simply wanted to be heard.
I began taking longer looks at her giant tits. I began wondering what her bare breast would look like. I could hear Katie talking but it was in the background, as my attention was now solely on her humungous breast.
Shit, I thought to myself, as I realized that blood was beginning to rush to my penis. I could feel my rod beginning to press firmly against my boxer briefs. I adjusted my legs in an attempt to hide my crotch from Katie, just in case I achieved a full erection staring at her.
Then, out of nowhere, loudly I hear Katie's voice.
"Huh, huh, what did you say" I said.
Katie said, "I said are you gonna talk to me or just stare at my tits all night?"
I moved my eyes from her tits to her eyes and gave her a guilty little smile. She smiled back at me.
"I'm sorry Katie. Please don't be offended. I'm so sorry. I guess I've had a few more beers than I realized. Please forgive me. Shit, shit, shit! I'm so sorry. Are we good?"
She looked at me, put a big shit eating smile on her face and said "Don't be sorry. It's okay. You're a man. I am standing here talking to you in my night shirt with no bra on. What are you supposed to do? I'm actually flattered that my big ole tits have your attention. I've never caught you checking me out before. So, please stare away!"
My legs involuntarily twitched as my cock sprang to a full blown hard on. Her words immediately made me want her. My cock was at attention as well as my desire for Katie. I wanted to see her big tits so bad.
I reached down, grabbed my cock with one hand, removed my mental filter and decided to just speak my mind to Ms. Katie.
"Katie, I am captivated by your tits right now. They are so big. Your nipples are so hard. I want to see them so bad. I want to touch your nipples. I want to suck those big ass nipples. I want to roll my tongue all over them. The only thing I can think about is you pulling that nighty over your head and exposing those big fucking tits to me."
She looked at me and couldn't control her face as the biggest smile I've ever seen her have, presented itself to me. She was happy. She liked what I said. I hadn't offended her or scared her off.
What is happening, I thought.
