Late last spring my husband’s buddy came to stay for a couple of weeks. It was nothing new for him to stay at our place. He comes about once a year, but this year something was different.

I walked in from work the day he arrived, and found him and my husband talking in the family room. I walked over and gave him a hug and a kiss hello. I couldn’t help but notice his jeans were tight and showed me some hard thighs — my weakness.

I had a beer with the guys, then excused myself and headed for the shower. I didn’t have to work the next day, and after my shower I joined the guys as they were making plans to go out. I couldn’t keep my eyes off our visitor. I could feel wetness growing between my legs every time he looked at me. After they left, I made up my mind that I wasn’t going... Read More