My husband and I took a weekend getaway to meet up with a bunch of his uni buddies. We arrived Friday night and we met the others at a quiet bar for some drinks. I sat next to my husband and found myself listening, only occasionally joining in the conversation.
I looked around the table and saw that they were completely engrossed in one another and were enjoying stories of the past. As I took them in, I noticed one, Charlie, seemed to only be listening half-heartedly. My eye caught his and lingered there for a moment until I looked away. Something about the look made me a little uncomfortable.
I moved closer to my husband and tried to focus my attention back onto the conversation. I listened for a few moments and then could not help but steal a look back at Charlie. As soon as I looked at him, he turned his head and looked at me. I gave a small smile, and he smiled back.
I turned away and found myself feeling very nervous. I didn't know why one of my husband's close friends should be making me feel this way.
The remainder of the night I felt distracted. I stuck close to my husband and did all that I could to avoid Charlie. I couldn't wait for the night to be over and to get to the hotel with my husband.
Finally, I heard everyone start to say their goodbyes and confirm their plans for the following day. A few of the guys came over to kiss me goodbye and as I saw Charlie approach, I froze. He put his arms very lightly on my shoulders and placed a gentle kiss upon my cheek.
I felt myself blush and I became warm all over. I had to get away so I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. I waited a few minutes for my husband to join me outside and was thankful that we had a long walk back to the hotel. It would give me time to gather my composure and get past this unsettling feeling that had come over me.
We arrived at the hotel, and I immediately headed to the bathroom. I threw cool water on my face and took some deep breaths. I told myself that I was feeling odd because I had a few drinks on a fairly empty stomach.
I removed my skirt and blouse. I had on a black lace teddy with garters and stockings with seams up the back. I fixed my hair and makeup, brushed my teeth and headed out to my husband.
He was stretched out on the bed wearing boxer briefs and nothing else. I crawled onto the bed by his feet. I began to rub his right foot, then his left. I kissed his calves as I rubbed them. I moved up to his thighs rubbing and gently kissing. As I moved to his inner thighs, and I began to lightly lick him.
I glanced up and saw his cock stirring. I continued my upward progression. I began to rub his cock through his underwear. He became rigid in my hand. I pressed his cock between my lips and rubbed up and down all the while my hands continued rubbing his balls.
I heard him moan and I released his cock from his underwear. I let the tip of my tongue lightly graze the length of him. I gave small kisses and flicked my tongue ever so gently against his shaft. I worked my way to the head and took him fully in my mouth. He immediately bucked against me. I continued to suck and use my hand to stroke until I felt crazed from the need to feel him inside me.
I kept my mouth on him but used my hand to unsnap my teddy. Once undone, I moved up, straddled him, and impaled him deep inside me. I was so worked up already that I almost came with the first thrust. I did all that I could to hold off.
I found I could no longer move slowly. I leaned forward so that our chests were touching and felt him thrust in and out of me. I wrapped my arms around him and we rolled so that he was now on top of me.
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard," I said.
He pumped faster and faster until I felt a raging explosion within me. As soon as he felt me cum, he spasmed against me. He lay on top of me with his cock still nestled inside me. We fell asleep this way.
I woke up a short while later. He had rolled off of me and I had my hand on his ass caressing it. I felt confused and shocked. I had been dreaming that I was out with Charlie and I would graze my hand against his ass every chance I could get.
I was back to feeling uncomfortable and unsettled. I looked over at my sleeping husband and felt pangs of guilt. I had dreams in the past of other men, but never anyone that I knew, much less such a good friend of my husband's.
The next morning, we all met for breakfast, and I found myself sitting in between my husband and Charlie. I became unsettled immediately. At first, I kept myself very close to my husband, but as the meal went on, I relaxed.
I was finally able to look directly at Charlie. Our eyes met as soon as I looked over towards him. This time neither of us smiled. We just held each other's stare until someone called for his attention. I felt my chest constrict and realized I was holding my breath. I made myself calm down and turned my attention back to the group.
Charlie excused himself and as he stood his leg brushed against mine. I was wet immediately. I couldn't believe it!
The only one who has such an effect on me is my husband.
When Charlie returned to the table, he placed his hand on the back of my chair as he pulled out his own. His fingertips grazed the nape of my neck, and I felt a bolt of desire shoot through me. I could not look at him.
I somehow managed to make it through breakfast and was relieved when someone made a suggestion that we take a walking tour of the local sights. Good, I thought, I can keep my distance from Charlie and get myself under control.
I took my husband's hand in mine, and we began our walk. I breathed in the cool fresh air and cleared my mind. I kept my eyes on the sights and off of Charlie. But before long, he fell in stride next to me.
He walked along casually. He made conversation with the others and paid no attention to me, but slowly his steps brought him closer. As we walked, our bare arms would rub against each other. Neither of us looked at the other.
We walked along chatting with everyone but each other. I felt terribly guilty, but I could pull myself away from his contact. I thought this must be accidental on his part and he was probably barely even noticing.
I continued to brush my arm against his as often as I could. Then all of sudden I felt his fingertips reach for mine. Our fingers would extend and touch as our arms met. I felt one of his fingers run a line down my palm. Now I knew for sure that this was not some innocent arm brushing.
I chanced a look at him. He looked back with a serious look on his face and desire in his eyes. I felt my knees go weak and my stomach was excited and sick all at once. I broke eye contact first and wrapped my arms around my body.
This should not be happening, I thought. But I felt the pulsing in my pussy and juices leaking out of me. I wanted to extract myself from this situation, but instead I found my arms back at my sides and our quick touches resumed.
Lunch found us seated next to one another again. This time our chairs were as close as they could get, and our legs were pressed hard against each other. I noticed he had his hand at his side beneath the table. I placed mine at my side and our fingers began touching and caressing.
I felt so awful, but I found that I absolutely could not stop. I forced myself to look at my husband. He looked back and smiled warmly at me. He reached over and grabbed my other hand and gave it a squeeze.