Jeff

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."

"You want me? Are you serious?"

"Quite serious. I fell in love with you and I know you love me too, I can tell you do. Eric doesn't have to know. It can be our little secret."

I was incredulous. I wanted to argue back that I wasn't in love with him, but I wasn't sure it was true. "Are you actually asking me to cheat on my husband and have sex with you?"

I expected him to smile and act like it was a practical joke, but he looked straight back at me as serious as an IRS auditor. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm suggesting. Eric told me your sex life is in the crapper and he's not that interested anymore. So, I figure – you have needs, I have needs, why not?"

I was stunned at his boldness and his total disregard for his friendship with Eric, but I was surprisingly aroused at the same time. When Eric came home, both Jeff and I acted like nothing had happened. Nothing had -- at least not that night.

From then on, it seemed like Jeff was over at our house visiting Eric (and me?) just about every night. I joked to Eric that maybe Jeff should bring over a toothbrush, and instead of laughing, Eric took me serious and said "yeah, that's a good idea; I'll suggest that to him. I don't like him driving himself home after he's had a few beers here."

Jeff didn't move in but I avoided being alone with him whenever he visited. He seemed determined to find opportunities to hit on me. Whenever Eric was out of earshot, he'd say things like "Eric's an ass for ignoring a woman as sexy as you. Why don't you let me show you how a man is supposed to treat a woman?" If I blew him off, he'd just chuckle and try again later. "C'mon. You and Eric? It's over. You were meant to be with me. Try it. Once you've had me, you'll never go back to him."

I was shocked by his arrogance and ego. I had little doubt that he was probably good in bed, but I seriously doubted he was really as good as he thought he was (or as good as he wanted me to THINK he was). Still, Eric was ignoring me, and Jeff's constant solicitations were beginning to wear me down. I began wondering if maybe I SHOULD have an affair with Jeff. It might get Eric jealous and would either revive our marriage or end it for good. The state of limbo and unwanted celibacy was getting to me. But my loyalty to my husband kept me from acting on my impulses.

For the next week or so, Jeff lavished attention on me, and I drank it up like water after being stranded in the desert. I made sure I looked my best on any day when I knew or even suspected he might be coming. I carefully applied makeup and made sure I maximized my assets – such as my breasts. I am only a 34-B, but they are still firm and not at all saggy. In certain bras, I look more like you -- a full C-cup. Men tell me my ass is sexy and that I have a nice smile. I like bare midriffs because my waist is small - only an inch more than I was in college. I've been told my eyes are pretty, but I never thought of myself as anything other than average. But Jeff treated me like I was a sexy movie star. Whenever he complimented me, it made my day.

I was thrilled to catch him looking at my hint of cleavage just above my lacy bras. And when my nipples hardened (which happened a lot when Jeff was in the room) they pushed out the fabric, right through the padding in the bra cup. I caught Jeff eyeballing my tits several times, and he made sure I knew he liked what he saw.

I admit it wasn't all Jeff's fault. I did tease him sometimes. When we talked I purposely played with the top button of my blouse.

One Saturday, while Eric was in the bathroom, Jeff came into the kitchen and tried to kiss me. He caught me by surprise and I instinctively kissed him back for a few seconds until I caught myself and pushed him away. But he didn't give up for long. All that week, he kept trying to sneak a kiss whenever he could get me alone. Each time Jeff tried to kiss me or feel me up, I let it happen for a few seconds, but always began to feel guilty and stopped him before it got too far. Plus, I was afraid Eric would catch us.

In May, Eric's agency always sends the partners to the annual conference. Eric asked if I wanted to go with him but I declined. I had been bored by two prior conferences already and dreaded the idea of another one. You remember I told you about how bored I was at that dumb hotel in Fresno? Naturally, Jeff was supposed to go too because all of the firm's partners always attend. But Jeff must have volunteered to cover the office because after I dropped Eric at the airport, I found Jeff ringing my doorbell. I assumed something had gone wrong.

"Why aren't you at the conference?" I asked naively after I let him step inside.

"I decided I'd rather be here with you."

My heart started pounding. I told him he had to leave but he nodded at the liquor cabinet and said "Pour me a drink, will ya? Pour one for yourself too."

"Okay, but just a quick drink. I have to get to bed early," I lied.

We sat in the living room and chatted as usual. I sipped a glass of wine while he downed three straight shots of Scotch. All I could see was his blue eyes, muscular body, and his fancy suit with loosened necktie. He looked good and I knew I had to get him out of my house or I would probably end up going to bed with him.

I stood up. "It's time to leave, Jeff. It's getting late."

He got up and approached me. "It's not late."

He pulled me close to him and began kissing me. For a few seconds I kissed him back. But when I felt him grab my breast, I broke this kiss and said "You need to go now."

He just shook his head no and forced another deep kiss into my mouth. I pushed his hand away a few times when he tried to grab my breast but he was strong and persistent, and I finally let him kiss me and feel me up for awhile.

"You really need to go now," I said as firmly as I could.

"No. Let's go upstairs."

"No, I can't. I'm married. Eric is your best friend."

He nodded with a devilish smirk. "Yeah, but I love you more."

Love me? I didn't believe him. I was convinced he had said that just to get me in bed. He took me by the hand and led me toward the stairs. I began pulling backwards like a child refusing to follow his mother out of a toy store. But Jeff just tugged my arm harder, yanking me behind him until I had no choice but to follow him up the stairs.

He pulled me into my bedroom and threw me on the bed. He was on top of me immediately, pinning me to the mattress.

"Please, don't. Don't do this. It's not right," I protested, probably too weakly.

You know Jeff. He doesn't take "no" for an answer. He ignored me and kissed me and groped both breasts, swirling his tongue inside my mouth. I suppose I could have fought back harder, but Jeff was determined. I knew I wasn't going to talk him out of it.

I told him to stop when he began undoing the buttons of my blouse and inserted his hand under my bra. He massaged each breast so tenderly I didn't fight him that hard. I heard myself moan when he gently tugged on my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Then his lips replaced his fingers and he sucked and massaged my breasts until my resolve was finally gone. I let my body fall back into the mattress and let his hands roam all over my body and slide off my clothes.

I laid there passively as he rolled his body between my legs. Gradually he kissed his way up my torso and moved his body higher until he was kissing my nipples and then my neck, earlobes, cheek and lips. I melted. Just as his tongue met mine, I felt his hardness brush my pussy lips.

I panicked when I remembered he wasn't wearing a condom and began resisting again. Jeff had had a lot of partners and I was afraid of getting an STD. I tried to tell him to stop but he ignored me. Without breaking the kiss, he shifted his body until his cock was poised at the entrance. I begged him to stop and to put on a condom, but a second later, I felt him push past my outer lips and slide part way inside me. It hurt for a few seconds, and then he grunted and shoved himself forward until he was fully inside me. Condom or not, the deed was done and I gave up any further resistance. He began kissing me deeply as he thrust in and out – slowly at first and gradually building.

I know it's wrong, but I began kissing him back.

His lovemaking technique was far better than anything Eric had even done. He withdrew his cock almost all the way out before pushing back in and holding it there for several seconds. That drove me nuts. Each time he did it, he pushed a little harder and slightly faster. His groans deepened and quickened, as did mine. I hated the idea that he had taken me against my will, but it felt so good to feel his manhood inside me, I couldn't help myself from getting worked up. Fucking hadn't felt that good in years.

His orgasm was approaching fast and I couldn't help responding. Just before my own body reached its peak, he began fucking me faster and moaning deeply. I felt him stiffen and begin spurting his jism into me. I should have been scared about diseases but instead I dug my fingernails into his back as he let out a long loud moan and came in spasms. Then he collapsed on top of me, catching his breath. He held me until his shrinking penis popped out and he rolled off me, still breathing hard.

"That was goddam great," he told me as he looked in my eyes. "Are you mad at me?"

I thought about it for a moment. My earlier resistance had totally vanished.

"No, I just hope you're not done yet."

He smiled and said "Not by a long shot."

We embraced and kissed for awhile, and he slowly stroked my hair and upper back. For such an obnoxious guy, he was being really sweet. I grew impatient, slid my hand down and took his soft wet penis in my hand. I began squeezing it trying to harden him for another round. His body began to respond, but far too slowly for my eager sex-starved body. I began kissing down his chest and over his stomach and abdomen. He sucked in a deep breath when my kisses approached his pubic zone and my hand lifted his semi-hard cock upward toward my approaching lips.

I flicked the tip lightly with my tongue a few times, then wrapped my lips around the head and tugged. It only took a few minutes of cocksucking before he was fully hard and thrashing around in deep moans and groans. I gave him my best oral technique and I could tell he loved it. I deep throated him until his cock hit the back of my mouth, then slowly withdrew. My hand massaged his balls and then tugged the skin of his shaft upward, following right behind my lips as they slid from the base up to the tip. My original plan was to suck him hard then have him fuck me again, but he was enjoying the blowjob so much, I kept going.

A few minutes later, his groans got loud and his whole torso tightened, his cock began throbbing and he let out a muffled scream. His cock began spurting shot after shot of cum deep in my mouth. Usually with Eric, I pulled away, but with Jeff I swallowed as fast as I could but couldn't get it all. It filled my mouth too fast and some leaked from the corners of my mouth and drizzled into his pubic hair. I felt deliciously dirty in a way I hadn't felt in six years.

As soon as he caught his breath, he started kissing my neck and face, then down and over my chin, lingering on each breast, sucking each nipple deep into his mouth. He kissed his way down my stomach and abdomen, but went so slowly it was agonizing. Several times I wanted to take hold of his head and push it into my soaking wet crotch but he tormented me with frustrating anticipation. I was near my first orgasm before his lips crossed my pubic mound, and I exploded in ecstasy the first time the tip of his tongue finally grazed my clit. The pleasure went on and on as he lightly flicked his tongue over it, making me cum again and again.