Confessions: They Always Hit On Me

And you never believe me..

I store all my dirty confessions here:

“I’m telling you baby, whenever you aren’t looking, they hit on me,” I whispered as I ran my hand across the front of my husband’s boxers.

“They do not,” he laughed even as his cock twitched beneath my fingers. “Since when have my friends hit on you? I think you’re imagining things.”

I’d tried to tell him before, but he was just too naieve. I don’t know whether he really didn’t see it, or whether he just didn’t want to risk saying something that might upset his ‘friends’.

I shook my head. “It happens all the time. I don’t understand how you don’t see it. They do it while they are here watching football with you every week.”

Hubby thrust forward, gripping my hand and pressing it to the outline of his hardening member. I could feel it reacting against my hand.

“Exactly, they’re watching football, not hitting on you. Half of them have wives or girlfriends of their own.”

I knew that. Hell, I’d met most of their wives and girlfriends. Still having a partner wasn’t going to stop most men from window shopping if they got the chance.

“That doesn’t stop Steve copping a feel of my ass every time he hugs me. Or Brian looking down my top every time I bring you guys beers.”

My husband laughed. “I looked down your top too, dear. What red-blooded man could resist?” He reached out and gripped my tit through my shirt as if that would reassure me. I was well-endowed, blessed even. I knew the effect they had on men. I was also used to catching stray stares when men thought no one was watching.

Hubby was hard now and I could feel him throbbing against my hand.

If I was being honest with myself, all the extra attention made me horny. I had half a mind to rip it him out and ride him senseless, but the fact that he didn’t believe me, bothered me and I didn’t want to reward that sort of behavior.”

“Yeah well Phil didn’t just go to the bathroom at halftime. He came into the kitchen to talk. I’m pretty sure he was trying to seduce me,” I replied. “You never believe me, but I know your friends. If you don’t do something about it, one of them is gonna make a move on me.”

“You worry too much baby, they’d never do a thing like that.” My hubby replied as he played with me through my shirt. He was barely listening, he was too busy trying to find my nipple.

“Well if that’s how you feel about it,” I began, “maybe I’ll just let them go. See how far they take it. Maybe they’ll surprise us both.”

His cock definitely twitched at that. The dirty bastard. Was this really turning him on? I stroked him through his boxers and his body was certainly responding. But it wasn’t just that, his lips were parted and he was almost panting.

The thought of his friends doing things to me was getting him aroused. Even more than usual.

“Yes,” I teased. “We’ll see how much you trust your friends then. Maybe next time Brian will slip his hand down my jeans, get a feel of my nice smooth ass. Or maybe next time I won’t bother with a shirt, just a bikini, I’ll be sure to give Steve a real eyefull then.”

My husband didn’t respond, he just gave a week groan as I stroked him from shaft to head, the satin sliding back and forth as I glided up and down.

“Or maybe I’ll just drop my jeans entirely, slip my thong to the side and let Phil do me in the kitchen as the half-time show. What you think baby? Do you trust your friends enough to resist your wife’s tight wet pussy?”

“Ahhhhh,” my hubby groaned as he collapsed back on the bed, his hard cock erupting inside his boxers. I stroked and stroked until I pumped that whole hot wet mess all over the inside of his boxers. I made a right mess, it was no less than he deserved. When I was done, I pulled away.

“You like that didn’t you,” I whispered.

“I love it when you talk dirty,” he mumbled.

“It wasn’t that and you know it,” I whispered as I reached for the drawer and pulled out my massive rabbit vibrator. It was hot pink and ridged for my pleasure.

“Seeing as you’re spent, Phil here is going to need to take care of business. Maybe next time I’ll let him do it for real.”

My hubby started to protest but I held up my hand as I flicked on the vibrator.

“Oh don’t worry dear, they’d never do a thing like that to you. You’re friends after all.”

He opened his mouth as I slid my thong to the side and teased myself with Phil.

When I saw that he was still there watching, I called. “What are you waiting for? Go clean yourself up while Phil fucks me senseless.”

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