Watching My Friend's Husband Cheat On Her — Part I

She had to have known what she was doing…

She walked into the living room and caught him fucking his fist to a picture on his phone.

She bit her lip, watching him alternate between jerking off and easing up his long strokes. She decided to surprise him, and he dropped his phone when she exclaimed, “Good morning! I thought I remember hearing your wife tell you no naughtiness until after breakfast.”

She had to have known what she was doing, as we all knew his wife, her step-daughter, was pregnant and out, with me, for a doctor’s appointment. She, like him, was letting the imagery before her turn her on, and was letting her horniness direct her as she walked over to him to look at what was getting him so excited.

She picked up his phone and said, “I like this artist, he draws women very well,” before dropping it back on the couch.

She sat beside him and took his hands in hers, placing them on her lap. She was wearing a tight green dress which covered her shoulders, but was tight enough to see the outlines of her bra and panties.

“Maybe,” she said, “I can help you focus in the mornings, since I’m here helping your wife.”

He was silent, surprised and transfixed, just allowing what was happening to happen. She left his hands on her thigh, and reached out to hold his erection. “Just don’t tell your father-in-law,” she said.

He caved as she gave him a slow hand job, and he moved his hands to her chest, massaging her with shy gentleness.

I had bought the expecting parents a new baby security cam system. They had it all already setup as a temporary theft deterrent, and I was asked to check the feed by his wife while she was busy with the doctor while I waited in the car. I squirmed in my seat to the thoughts flooding my mind; my clit begged to be touched. I knew I had zero opportunity to masturbate while I waited, unless I fled to a washroom, but I figured she would be back soon, and I was disciplined enough to keep my hands off myself. I knew the whole thing was wrong, that I should be letting my friend know what her husband was just about to do or calling one of the two alone together at home, but I was horny, curious and transfixed.

She stood up to get out of her dress and peel off her panties. She knelt between his legs and unfastened her bra, putting it with her pile of clothes.

She moaned as she took his swollen purple head between her lips, and she pumped him with a slow hand on his length. He held her by her low pigtails and started rolling his hips. It was evident that he had overcome his shyness and wanting to give his load to his lover.

He seized up, his butt clenched, and he retracted to release a surge of cum with a groan that gave off the impression of satisfying a painfully pent-up need. When his ropes of cum had finished caking her face and had dripped down her chin to her chest, she said with a lust driven smile, “Maybe it’s time we focus on some other techniques.”

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