My Wife’s Sexy Friend


My wife and I met in a little Stromboli shop. Marie was a beautiful Italian woman, five foot six, with deep dark brown hair, and stunning brown eyes. We started dating shortly after meeting and things moved quickly. She told me early on that she thought she loved me and I said I felt the same. Honestly, I never felt sure of my love for her. We were married the next summer and shortly after had our first child. I was very excited as he was a strapping blond haired blue eyed baby boy, nearly my twin. He was growing up in my footsteps, an excellent athlete, and I could not have been prouder. Unfortunately, the marriage did not feel as strong. My wife did not seem to be as interesting sexually. If I had bahis şirketleri known she was only interested in vanilla sex, I may have stayed single. Early on in our marriage, I had noticed a particular girlfriend that visited my wife from time-to-time. She was similar height, just barely shorter than my wife, but had blondish red hair, and beautiful blue eyes. I remembered hearing red hair with blue eyes is the most infrequent pairing possible so it definitely caught my attention. When my wife first introduced Melissa, I noticed right away she was very fit. She even seemed a bit sexier than my wife, but I thought I’m a faithful husband and kept my distance. Little-by-little the days went by and bahis firmaları our boudoir adventures got less and less adventurous. My once enjoyable partner starting making me unenthused and what was supposed to be bedtime fun was now a tedious chore. I started thinking about her girlfriend all the time but I didn’t let on, of course, for fear it would mess up my time with my offspring who made me a proud papa every day. Then there came a really hot day in the neighborhood and I found myself alone at her house after giving her a ride home. The ride home had already been interesting. She was wearing a sexy little sun dress. I was not sure if she was making it ride up her leg but she kept brushing kaçak bahis siteleri it back down in a sort of flirty, ‘Oh my goodness, I can’t believe that keeps happening,’ sort of way. We got to her house and I walk her to the door like a gentleman. “Thank you, Michael,” she said to me at the door. “You know my boyfriend and I are really not doing very well so he’s not living here right now. I’m sort of scared since it’s getting a little dark. Will you come in to check the house for me?” I told her I would, being the dope that I was to her flirtation, and I did a quick sweep of the house just the way I’d seen it done on television. “It’s all clear Melissa. You should be fine.” She reached out and grabbed my hand. “Thank you,” she said quietly, “I feel really safe with you here.” Stepping closer, seductively, she whispered, “I noticed you and Marie don’t seem close right now.” Her other hand brushed my hip as it slid around onto my ass.

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