I had always been attracted to my wife's best friend, Kelly.
Kelly was 5”4, curvy with black hair that came down to just above her large chest. She had an array of tattoos that leant into her overall goth look.
Her figure was great; she had curves in all the right places. Her ass was well-rounded and she often wore tight clothing to show it off.
Kelly was my wife’s best friend, and along with her husband, Tom, we’d spend most weekends together, going out for dinner or drinks, and we’d often stay the night at each other's houses rather than drive home.
The four of us became comfortable around each other. The girls often walked around in their underwear or tiny pyjamas, I couldn’t complain, the sight of my wife and Kelly in this state led to much masturbation on my behalf.
One evening, after a few drinks, I found myself alone with Kelly on her sofa.
Our partners had gone to bed wishing to sleep off their drinks. It wasn’t unusual for me and Kelly to be alone together after drinking, the two of us could handle our liquor better than our respective partners.
Kelly wore a pair of booty-short pyjamas and a vest top. I could see her nipple bars through the thin material which I could barely keep my eyes off.
As the two of us sat watching trashy TV, she asked if she could stretch out and place her feet on my lap. Being the kind friend I am, I agreed. She gently placed her feet on my lap just below my crotch.
I stole a glance at her while she watched TV, her legs slightly spread as she rested them on me. Her shorts were barely covering her pussy, which after some careful looking, was bare. I could make out her lips on either side of the fabric.
My cock began to swell at the sight of her bare pussy. I felt it grow in my shorts and to my horror, it began to push against her feet.
A moment passed by that felt like an eternity when Kelly noticed what had happened. She looked over at me and her eyes were drawn to the bulge she felt at her toes.
She smiled and gently prodded my now erect cock with her feet.
“What do we have here?” she whispered to me, running her foot over my cock.
I sat in silence, blushing, horrified at what had happened.
“Don’t be sorry” she said, clearly noticing the redness in my face. “Daisy always said you had a big cock, and it looks like she was right,” she said to me as she sat up.
Kelly sat on her knees next to me, inches from my face. She slowly grabbed the bulge in my shorts.